Zhang Yang spun around the players of The Myth, all the while grabbing Liu Wei’s neck, wringing him like a goose. After he was satisfied dragging Liu Wei around, he zoomed towards Crimson Rage and released his grip.
"ARRRGHHH!"
Zhang Yang was 10 meters above the ground. At that height, any normal players would surely receive a tiny amount of fall damage. Hence, when Liu Wei struck the ground, he took a small amount of damage. However, he had landed on his head and started to bleed. Naturally, the rich boy started squeaking like a madman.
"There’s no need to be such a pussy about a little pain! Get up!" Zhang Yang landed by his side and grabbed him by the throat. With only one hand, Zhang Yang lifted him off his feet and grinned evilly. "I told you this. You’ll beg me to kill you!"