Yang Fan considered himself quite experienced, but what transpired today had truly disgusted him to no end.
With a slap across the Ghostly Fire Youth's face, Yang Fan mocked, "Come on, get up and hit me. Let's see your courage."
The Ghostly Fire Youth's face had been deformed by Yang Fan's slaps as he shouted hoarsely at Wang Zhaodi, "You filthy woman, just take off your pants and let big brother do it, and it'll be over. Why are you provoking him? Look at me, do I look like I can win a fight?"
Wang Zhaodi, with her arms crossed, let out a cold laugh, "I could take them off, but he's not coming to me; he's after you instead. What can I do? These things... even if I'm eager, it seems I can't make it happen, right?"
