During the day, if you don't make others kneel before him, you'll lose 8 pounds and throw it into the river to feed the fish. Even Ma Sanqiang wouldn't dare to act so arrogantly, would he?
Ye Fengsheng glanced at the young man, very puzzled: "First of all, do you have the right to accept my kneeling, but what does it mean for you just to make me open my mouth and kneel?"
"What did you say?"
The young man glanced disdainfully at Ye Feng's voice and said contemptuously: "I'm talking about Ye Ding!"
"You won't go find out. When I was with the river gang, you were playing in the mud somewhere. Can you ask me such a question?"
"Who is Ding Zhen?"
As soon as Ye Fengsheng heard his surname, he understood. He's so arrogant, daring to disassemble people's things in broad daylight. Only Ding Zhen, a group of mixed-bloods, is there. What Ye Fengsheng didn't expect was that what Ding Zhen did today is far more excessive than Ma Sanjun's actions.
