"Let... let... go of me..." Ling Jiahui was about to suffocate and finally couldn't help but beg Lin Feng for mercy. But at this moment, he couldn't even speak completely. His face was flushed, his limbs struggled desperately, yet he couldn't break free from Lin Feng's iron-like grip.
"Begging for mercy now? Weren't you so tough?" Lin Feng teased playfully, then turned to Li Liping with a smile and asked, "Senior Sister, should we just finish this guy off and end it all?"
Li Liping's entire body tensed up as she understood Lin Feng's question. She wasn't sure if Lin Feng was serious, but she dared not joke around with him, quickly saying, "No, Lin Feng, don't hurt him. Let him go!"
"Alright then, since you said so, I'll let him go..." With that, Lin Feng casually threw Ling Jiahui onto the ground as if discarding trash...
