One minute. Two minutes. Three minutes passed.
Li Guofu's shrieking continued.
He tried to use the intimidating reputation of Young Master Bao Qiudong to shatter Li Qiuze's unsteady nerve, but he was gravely mistaken. As far as Li Qiuze was concerned, he had no idea who this Bao Qiudong was—just some random schmuck. In contrast, Li Guofu's incessant shrieking was starting to make his temper flare!
WHOOSH—!
His eyes flashed red.
The next second, Li Qiuze abruptly wiped the sweat from his face. With a ferocious expression, he took the knife Qin Fan held out to him!
"You motherfucker! Keep screaming! Go on, scream your fucking head off! You hacked me last time! You mocked me, right? I'll give you something to mock about!"
He roared madly, brandishing the folding knife with its thirty-centimeter blade. After Qin Fan smilingly removed his foot from Li Guofu's back, Li Qiuze lunged like a madman, hacking down on Li Guofu's back as he struggled to push himself halfway up.
