"Hey, Boss Ye, your technique is all wrong! Let me tell you, when someone is down, you gotta take them out! Just look at Young Master Ye like this, you should kick his chest!"
Zhang Fan chuckled lightly.
He could obviously tell that although Ye Zhang put some force into that slap, it didn't have any real effect at all.
Wasn't he hitting too softly?
And the group listening to this was beyond speechless.
Dude, come on, Ye Zhang is Ye Qing's dad!
Just look at Ye Qing's chest, you've already kicked it all messed up.
If you give another kick, aren't you practically killing him?
Still saying the technique is wrong? Damn, I could believe your nonsense!
As for Ye Zhang, his old face twitched.
"Young Master Zhang, you might not know, but my leg's not in good shape right now! Can't kick with full power!"
At this moment, Ye Zhang really felt like cursing.
The one lying there is my son, damn it, try kicking your son instead?
