Qin Long saw Li Xiaobao's mouth trace a cold arc and involuntarily shivered, feeling a chill spread through his entire body.
"What did you just say? I didn't hear you clearly, are you deaf? Say it again for me!" Li Xiaobao held up a wooden stool with one hand and suddenly let out a shout, making Qin Long's body tremble.
"I... I said go to hell!"
Once Qin Long recovered, his face filled with rage and he shouted loudly, gripping the stool in his hands and trying to wrestle it from Li Xiaobao's grasp.
"Hmm?"
Qin Long used all his strength suddenly, but he found that the stool seemed to have taken root in Li Xiaobao's hand, not moving an inch.
Qin Long looked at Li Xiaobao, who appeared unruffled, and was slightly stunned. He had just used all his strength to burst out, and yet Li Xiaobao was only holding the stool with one hand, how could it not budge at all?
"This..."
