642 Drinking with Father-in-Law

"Brat, how dare you threaten me. You want a taste of my fist?" Ping Yang shouted with a sneer. 

Qingfeng Li laughed, feeling sorry for the guy in front of him. How come there were always dumb people like this one. Honestly, he didn't want to bully them because they are too weak. But they always came up to him themselves.

"Get the hell out of here before I count to three."

Qingfeng Li looked at Ping Yang and started to count, "1, 2, 3."

Ping Yang didn't move a bit but still looked at him with a mocking face. He even waved his fist at him to flex his biceps. Apparently, he didn't see Qingfeng Li as a threat at all.

Well, now I have to resort to violence since talking did not work.

Qingfeng Li walked to Ping Yang, reached out his right foot and kicked at his belly.