"What I do is none of your business. If you're going to do something, get on with it. If you just came here to say a few words, then step aside. I don't have time to waste with you here," Chen Yang said impatiently.
"Fine, very well. You brought this upon yourself, don't blame me then," Li Jun said angrily, his face livid with rage as he muttered "good" several times before stopping the nonsense.
He shot a look at the punk with the spiky hair.
Though these punks with the spiky hair were immature, they were full of energy.
Noticing Li Jun's gaze, they didn't hesitate for a moment. While clamoring loudly, they pulled out iron rods from their waists and approached Chen Yang.
"You damn dog, Brother Jun is giving you some respect! You're not going to shed tears until you see the coffin, huh?"
"Such people deserve a beating, beat him like a dead dog. I want to see if he'll still have thoughts about our sister-in-law."
