C119 The Black Ghost's Defeat

"Haha, exactly. Keep hitting him until he can't stand," Lee Yanping chuckled as he nonchalantly tossed his drink bottle aside, letting the contents trickle down the wall.

With a simple press of a button on the table, a cleaner was summoned from upstairs to take care of the mess. Lee had no intention of cleaning up himself.

Grabbing a beer, he strolled toward the waiting room