With a forceful tug, he tore open the ill-fitting clothes on his body, revealing the solid muscles underneath.
He swung his arms, demonstrating his muscles, and snarled at Lin Beichen, "You bastard, there's a road to heaven but you refuse to take it, and yet you insist on barging into hell."
"Since you're so eager to die, I'll fulfill your wish."
Before Ye Shengfeng finished his words, he suddenly threw a punch towards the top of Lin Beichen's head, the gust from his fist causing a whistling sound in the air.
Ye Shengfeng was full of confidence in this punch. He believed that his muscles, honed from years of brick-lifting, along with the crash course at the Taekwondo gym over the past two days, made it extraordinarily easy to deal with the frail figure in front of him.
He didn't even need any complicated moves; just this punch would be enough to make this guy have his head cracked, crying for his parents.
