C359 The Dog Bit the Dog's Hair
As Looh Yian's fist neared Ye Xiaofeng's temple, a cold smirk played at the corner of Xue Yanghua's mouth. His eyes flicked to the War God Gloves resting on the passenger seat, feeling the urge to slip them on and personally take care of Ye Xiaofeng.
Yet, when Ye Xiaofeng nimbly dodged Looh Yian's punch, a flicker of disappointment crossed Xue Yanghua's expression