"We have you on the ground, Mr. Fang. If I dropped from the sky, then you would definitely be my meat cushion. By then, both our bones would be shattered. Am I right?" Xiao Luo glanced at Fang Changlei with a false smile.
The grin on Fang Changlei's face dimmed in an instant. As he removed the cigarette from his lips, smoke billowed over his face. He said, "It isn't good for a young man to be so arrogant. I suggest you check that temper of yours. Otherwise, you won't even know what kills you in the future."
Xiao Luo sneered back, "Well, everybody has to die sooner or later. But I certainly believe that you're going to die before I do, Mr. Fang. After all, you are a geezer capitalizing on advanced age. For your information, that is a sickness. You could easily, you know, kick the bucket at any time."
"You…"
Fang Changlei widened his eyes in anger as he stared at Xiao Luo furiously.
"Bam!"