C62 No Room for Negotiation

"You think you haven't crossed me? Hmph, screw you!"

Ding Qi spat out the words in fury before lunging at him once more.

"You damn mutt, is it going to kill you to speak plainly?"

Feng Manlou swore loudly as he saw Ding Qi dash forward, lifting his right leg to aim a kick at his left ribs. Manlou prepared to block, ready to retaliate with the Clothes Moistening Eighteen Falls technique