Ye Feng's face was the epitome of calm, so tranquil that it was haunting as he looked at Gang Hu and said, "Kitten, we meet again…"
To others, Gang Hu was an incredibly fierce tiger, but in front of Ye Feng, he was merely a kitten. No matter how ferocious he was, in Ye Feng's presence, he would only be crushed by one hand.
Ye Feng's tone was incredibly bland, so much so that it filled Gang Hu with unspeakable terror. Each word was like an icicle being driven continuously into his own heart.
Gang Hu's legs began to tremble slightly, and his forehead was already covered with beads of sweat; his back was soaked through with perspiration.
"Ye Feng, you've gone mad!" Mr. Zhang was immediately startled by Ye Feng's words, a look of fear evident in his eyes.
Gang Hu had just arrived, and Ye Feng was already provoking him. That was practically a death wish.
"Fucking bastard, who do you think you are to speak to my boss like that?" Scar glared at Ye Feng.
