"Whoosh!" But as soon as Ye Feng had finished speaking, he immediately extended his right hand. His speed was incredibly fast, as swift as thunder and quick as lightning, catching Sun Zhong's wrist in the blink of an eye.
"Sun Zhong, what are you trying to do?" Ye Feng demanded, exerting force in his palm.
The force was terrifyingly intense, making Sun Zhong feel as if his arm was about to be crushed into powder.
"Ah~~~" Sun Zhong let out a painful scream, veins bulging on his forehead. His hand involuntarily loosened, and immediately two lighters fell from his hand to the ground.
"Two lighters!" Lin Shiyu and Liu Guixiang, mother and daughter, exclaimed almost in unison.
Ye Feng, with a calm face, asked lightly, "Sun Zhong, please explain why do you have two lighters?"
Enduring the pain, Sun Zhong managed to squeeze a faint smile onto his pale face: "Isn't it just because I was afraid one lighter would run out of fuel, so I prepared an extra one?"
