"Oops, Ye Haochuan, do you think I might have been a bit too forceful?"
Le Yao covered her mouth innocently, while controlling the red silk cloth, repeatedly smashing Master Chang onto the limp body of the Glory Association's president lying on the ground.
At this point, both of them had already fallen unconscious, yet Le Yao showed no signs of stopping, continuing this simple and brutal game.
"I think you might as well just kill them outright."
Ye Haochuan looked at Le Yao, this mischievous character, and cautiously stepped back two steps before answering seriously.
"But they insulted me like that before; if I don't smash them properly, my heart will feel really sad. Ye Haochuan, can you bear to see me sad?"
Le Yao acted pitifully, as if she had been greatly wronged, her watery eyes looking at Ye Haochuan with a longing gaze.
"Fine, you continue, you continue. As long as you're happy."
