Looking at the cake on the table, Chen Jin couldn't help but laugh, "Oh, celebrating a beauty's birthday, huh!"
Facing such a disrespectful guy, a cold gleam shot from Li Fei's eyes, "Scram out of here before I run out of patience."
"Damn, do you even know who you're talking to?"
"I do, the infamous Wang Jiudan Mr. Chen."
Chen Jin's face became terrifyingly somber; besides his father, no one had ever dared to insult him to his face.
"Boys, this punk is yours to handle, and the beauty is mine," Mr. Chen's gaze was fixed on Wang Yuqi, tingling with desire.
"Sure thing, Mr. Chen," chuckled a few people, erupting with sleazy laughter, "Can the brothers also... later?"
"No problem."
The thought of having some fun with the pretty girl later energized Chen Jin's lackeys, who, as if on cue, began swinging their fists, lunging at Li Fei.
Simultaneously, Li Fei chortled and walked toward Wang Yuqi.
"Courting death!"
