"It seems you won't shed tears until you see your coffin, so just pray for your own luck."
Guo Wei Qiang's eyes turned cold, clearly provoked by Ye Xuan's defiance and arrogance, igniting a rage deep within him.
He turned his head and gave Wang Long a faint order, "Dragon, this kid is all yours. Teach him a lesson and show him there's always someone better out there."
"Yes, Brother Qiang!"
Wang Long immediately accepted the command, a cruel smile creeping across his lips, addressing Ye Xuan, "Kid, now that you've fallen into Dragon's hands, let's see if I don't beat you so hard you'll be searching for teeth on the ground—give you a lesson on how steel is made!"
While talking, he tilted his neck a few times, loosening up his muscles, producing a symphony of cracking sounds, exuding an aura of brute strength.
"If you're gonna fight, just hurry up and fight, don't fucking blabber on, it's annoying as hell."
Ye Xuan lifted his eyelid, speaking with a face full of impatience.
