"I said you're quite ill."
After saying so, Li Feng gripped the opponent's wrist tightly and pinched the man's nerves, causing Huang Hai to instantly feel half of his body go numb and tingly.
"The pulse is weak and floating, the complexion pale, dark circles under the eyes, and a dim glabella."
Li Feng reached out and pinched Huang Hai's chin, "Your breath stinks; your liver isn't in good shape."
Li Feng then let go and suddenly punched Huang Hai in the stomach, causing him to curl up like a shrimp, completely unprepared.
"Kidney deficiency, yang deficiency, severe weakness of the kidneys. And you still chase after girls? Do you even last three seconds?"
"Pfft."
Wei Lan couldn't help but snort with laughter upon hearing Li Feng's mockery.
Huang Hai, clutching his stomach, looked up at Li Feng, "You're seeking death. Kill him for me. I'll take responsibility for any issues."
A young man nearby, holding a broken wine bottle and driven by alcohol, recklessly stabbed at Li Feng.
