"Seeking death!"
Liu Wu sneered condescendingly, his figure violently retreating to dodge the cleaver attack, and at the same time he fiercely kicked out, toppling Zhao Feng to the ground.
"Trash will always be trash, you can't change that for a lifetime, hahaha..."
Liu Wu laughed unrestrainedly, his laughter arrogant and domineering.
"Liu Wu, you will not die a good death!"
Zhao Feng struggled to his feet, his roar filled with hatred.
Liu Wu sneered, "A good death? I think the person who will not die a good death is you!"
"Liu Wu, I will not let you go! One day, I will make you die a miserable death!" Zhao Feng roared through clenched teeth.
Liu Wu walked over step by step, and seeing the person pinned to the ground, he stepped on his cheek.
Looking down from above, he mocked, "With you, this piece of trash? Thinking of killing me? It's delusional! Hahaha..."
He stamped his foot hard again, grinding Zhao Feng's cheek, venting the intense resentment and rage within him.
