Wang Ning's face was filled with rage as he roared, "What did you just say?"
Wang Ning and his sister grew up together, deeply bonded. Wang Zixuan could be considered his untouchable reverse scale.
Wu Fei, imagining the scene of pressing Wang Zixuan beneath him, couldn't help but let a lecherous grin flash in his eyes.
"You bastard, go to hell!" Wang Ning, unable to bear it any longer, swung his fist and launched himself at Wu Fei.
Wu Fei sidestepped, easily avoiding Wang Ning's punch. The next second, he let out a cold snort and countered with a backhand punch aimed directly at Wang Ning's head.
Wang Ning's punch missed. His expression shifted, and then he felt a gust of cold wind brushing against his cheek.
Wu Fei's punch carried his full strength; if it landed, even if Wang Ning didn't die, he would surely suffer a concussion.
