Before Yuejin had arrived, he had another plan in mind. If he could defeat Iron Crutch Li, great; if not, he would set fire to the garbage dump, turning Li Fei's home to ashes overnight, which would be better and more satisfying than a fight.
In Yuejin's view, punishing someone didn't necessarily mean beating them to a pulp; true torment came from crushing their spirit, like destroying their home—a lasting pain.
"Zhu Biao."
Zhu Biao stepped forward, "Mr. Lai, any orders?"
"Light the torches."
"Yes!"
With a wave of his hand, several of his followers hurried to a sedan, opened the trunk, and took out gasoline-soaked torches.
Soon, four or five torches were lit, illuminating most of the garbage dump.
Yuejin sneered sinisterly, "Old man, today I'm going to burn down your property. Let's see how you fight me now."
