978 Desperate Straits?

"You… still want to get hit by my wok?" 

Bu Fang's faint voice echoed around the room. 

When the audience heard him, they were surprised. Their jaws dropped as they stared at Bu Fang in shock.

What did… that mortal just say?

Tong Cheng froze. When he heard Bu Fang's words, he almost vomited blood. 

He had been hit by Bu Fang's wok twice before, and he had even gotten a nosebleed. This was a pain that had etched itself in his heart! 

Although Bu Fang had not specified which wok he intended to use, his words still had reopened the scar in Tong Cheng's heart. 

"You... Damn!"

Tong Cheng was completely enraged, and his eyes had turned bloodshot. The resentment he felt for this mortal had reached its peak. 

He hated the fact that he could not just capture this mortal and use the Tong family's extreme methods to torture him!