Chương 1025: Tell Me, If This Isn't a Slave, What Is It?

The golden-framed glasses man immediately glared at Ye Feng. "You threw the needle?"

Ye Feng did not deny it. He nodded and admitted: "Yes."

When the man heard that, he was instantly furious. "Little b*stard, how dare you harm Mr. Wilson? Do you want to die?"

Ye Feng stared at him coldly. "I was only stopping him from hurting others, but a needle was used to harm him? Then why did he hurt so many people?"

The man glanced at the people in the park who were screaming in pain and could not help but snort. "So what?"

"If you're injured, we'll pay for your hospitalization. If you're dead, we'll pay for your burial. But you harmed Mr. Wilson and caused an accident. You little b*stard, you're dead."

He pointed at Ye Feng angrily, and his finger was about to poke his face.

At this moment, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed his finger.

With a crack, the finger immediately bent.

"Ah…"