The scarred-faced Kung Wuya stood beside Kung Wei. His resentment from being beaten in front of the crowd almost exploded when he saw Leng San’s face.
"Son of a bitch... we meet again," Kung Wuya squealed through the teeth groove.
Leng San smiled softly as he recalled the event of the past before saying in a hilarious tone.
"Do you believe that the last person who called me that still can't get out of bed, also he punched himself in the face in front of me, leaving no original structure...?"
"You!!" Kung Wuya clenched his teeth tightly, wanting to rush in to tear Leng San's body into pieces. But Kung Wei held his hand up in prohibition first. Kung Wuya, a little irritated, couldn't do as he pleased in front of Kung Wei.
Kung Wei looked straight at Leng San. Their eyes met. "Do you know who I am?" Kung Wei asked first.