"Big brother, can you spare me?" The man with the purple hair looked at Chen Feng pitifully, begging for mercy.
"Here, do it yourself!" Chen Feng was too lazy to do it himself and simply tossed the steel pipe in his hand to the man with the purple hair.
"Thank you, big brother, you're a good person!"
The man with the purple hair quickly kowtowed his thanks to Chen Feng.
For him, this was the lesser of two evils.
If he did it himself, he could control how hard he hit.
But if Chen Feng did it, his fate would be the same as those before him, probably lying in the hospital for months before he could get out of bed.
After thanking him, the man with the purple hair hurriedly picked up the steel pipe that Chen Feng had thrown, struck himself hard in the abdomen, and then clutched his belly and fell to the ground, howling in pain.
Seeing this, Chen Feng shook his head, somewhat amused.
This guy was truly a character; he was wasted on the underground world.
"Boss Huang!"
