"Dead Fatty, where do you think you're running off to?" Downstairs, Feng Zhixiao led a group of people to intercept him, and Liu Junyuan was completely trapped in the corridor. Liu Junyuan was purely a coward, the type that bullies the weak but fears the strong. And now, he was like a street rat getting beaten by everyone. He immediately knelt on the ground and begged, "Boss, dear bosses, please spare me, I know I was wrong!"
"Kid, you realize your mistake now, but it's too late!" Liu the Tyrant rushed up like an arrow and kicked him to the ground, then lifted him up like a chicken, sneering coldly, "You took Chen's gold medal, but didn't follow Chen's plan. Kid, you're as good as dead!"
