*Bam!*
Wu Aofeng threw his luggage on the floor and glared at them.
"Come on! I will never beg for my life even though I can't defeat you! Be a man! Use your fist to kill me!"
Knowing that he was going to be defeated by Yue Junmo, he could never allow himself to surrender to his enemies. He would rather die fighting them.
"You? Do you really think you can stop my attack?! This must be a joke!" said Yue Junmo in disdain.
"Young Master Yue! This garbage is not worthy enough to fight with you! Should I help you to kill him? It can prevent others from spreading bad rumors about you!" said Harry with his eyes narrowed.
Seeing that Wu Aofeng was injured and his combat power was similar to his, Harry was confident enough that he could take him down with ease. Truth to be told, he actually wanted to treat this favor as a gift.