Translator: Aran

  This time, Ye Qingyu did not evade.

  He stood where he was and swung his fist in a similar fashion.

  The next instant, the two punches collided.

  “Hahaha, direct confrontation? Fine, I despise retarded rich people like you. I’ll let you know with one fist who’s a fucking trash!” Within Ye Qingyu’s eyes, a gaze similar to that of a violent wild beast also appeared.

  Liu Lei’s heart, at that instant, suddenly constricted.

  The next instan..