The opponent even harbored murderous intent, Li Yifei tossed away the cigarette butt and crushed it with his foot, still as calm as ever, with a touch of pity on his face for Ma Xingyun, who was sitting opposite. This guy's behavior didn't seem like he was pretending; rather, this is just the kind of person he is.
Li Yifei had encountered many such people over the years, people who were easily angered and prone to violence. If they had any family background, it was even more unbearable; throw in a few cronies, and they thought they ruled the world. This type generally possessed a misguided confidence, believing themselves to be the center of the universe, and everyone should either flatter them or avoid them.
In Li Yifei's view, such people are pitiable, completely pathological, leaving one speechless, yet somehow they enjoy themselves, lost in it.
