Zhang Hongyang was hit where it hurt the most, his face pale and dark as he glared at Liu Zhizhong and roared, "Get out, get the hell out! Are you here just to fucking piss me off?"
Liu Zhizhong, all smiles, said, "Get out? Why don't you let me peel an apple for you, Brother Hongyang, before I go? Besides, isn't it normal to piss you off? When we were in the Provincial City, you didn't spare me; pissing you off a bit isn't too much, right?"
"You… you… you…" Zhang Hongyang, pointing at Liu Zhizhong, was so angry he was on the verge of a heart attack.
"What's with the 'you, you,' Brother Hongyang? I hear you have unique tastes now, going after women over forty? Tell me, are your balls still okay? Can you still reproduce?"
Liu Zhizhong truly had no sense of honor; while peeling an apple, he slowly yet assuredly poked at sore spots, all with a smile on his face.
