Fang Jun dialed the phone and handed it to Yang Fei.
On the other end, Nangong Ling was cursing.
"Fang Jun, where the hell are you?"
Yang Fei chuckled twice, his laughter filled with malice.
Nangong Ling suddenly realized it was Yang Fei's laughter and immediately froze.
Then, his breathing became rapid.
"You... you are Instructor Yang Fei?"
Yang Fei nodded with satisfaction.
"That's right, you still remember me, kid. At least you have a conscience."
Nangong Ling shouted with joy.
"Damn it, where the hell did you pop out from?"
Yang Fei sighed.
"I got cleaned up by your brother, Fang Jun."
"Iron Sand Palm almost broke my bones, you have to deal with this, at least pay five or six million in medical fees."
On the other end, Nangong Ling laughed and cursed.
"Damn it, not even ten Fang Juns could beat you. By the way, how badly is Fang Jun hurt?"
Yang Fei chuckled: "Not bad, he's made progress."
"Don't worry, just a few broken bones, he's not dead or crippled."
