Chapter 350 The Boss's Cat in His Palm 39
The man dodged, narrowly avoiding being hit in the face by the door.
Upon hearing the commotion, Sang Biao flew into a rage, scratched his head, turned around, and shouted, "Are you fucking courting death?"
The lamp in his room was on.
With a turn of his head, he saw who it was.
Slender, yet very tall.
The iron rod in his hand still bore traces of blood.
Sang Biao's anger turned to surprise: "I didn't expect it to be you."
Everyone's not stupid; the screams earlier must have been related to Pei Ji.
"Pei Ji, what do you mean by coming to my territory in the middle of the night and messing with my people?"
Upon seeing blood, Pei Ji's expression grew even colder than before.
"You shouldn't have tried to take my cat."
Upon seeing this, Sang Biao was secretly delighted. "No way? Your cat is dead?"
"That's really strange. One-Eyed told the cheetah that nothing happened... Hahaha, could he have been scared to death?"
When Cheetah and One-Eye returned disheveled and defeated, Sang Biao flew into a rage.
However, seeing Pei Ji at this point confirms that something must have happened to the cat.
A storm brewed in Pei Ji's eyes as he tightened his grip on the iron rod. "How do you plan to spend the rest of your life?"
Sang Biao was stunned for a moment, then asked, "What do you mean?"
"Choose one: lower body paralysis or quadriplegia."
The man's tone was very much like the mercy shown after a trial, authorizing Sang Biao to make a choice with a superior attitude.
That's absolutely outrageous!
In at least the more than ten years that Sang Biao had been in the industry, no one had ever dared to be so rude to him!
"This is probably the path you chose for yourself!" Sang Biao pointed a finger at Pei Ji and said viciously.
The prisoners who had been violated by Sang Biao had already taken the opportunity to slip away.
The atmosphere was tense; staying would likely cost me my life.
"We can't move around freely here, do you dare to go outside?" Sang Biao was a big guy, and he couldn't even turn around a few times in this space of at most twenty square meters.
It affected his performance.
Pei Ji: "Don't waste time, let's finish this quickly."
Sang Biao's blood was surging. He had been in this business for so many years, how could he possibly delay?
"Fight here!"
“However…” Sang Biao looked at the iron rod in Pei Ji’s hand, “Isn’t that a bit unfair?”
Pei Ji sneered, "You demand fairness in a fight? How can you be a boss?"
In such an environment, none of us can be considered truly kind people, so why be hypocritical?
Sang Biao raised his fist, assuming an attack stance. "You're right."
Let's begin!
Sang Biao was strong, while Pei Ji moved like a ghost, agile and swift.
Just like Song Jinhuan dried oranges.
By maneuvering, they continuously fly kites.
Before long, Sang Biao was panting heavily, having already taken several blows, but he hadn't even touched the hem of the other person's clothes.
"You'd better try and fight me head-on!"
Sang Biao was extremely frustrated. He had a lot of brute strength but nowhere to use it. The raging anger burning in his chest almost overwhelmed his reason.
Pei Ji casually tossed the iron rod aside. "Then... let's have a good fight."
One-sided teasing is boring; a quick victory is necessary.
Upon seeing this, Sang Biao immediately rushed forward.
Pei Ji flashed behind him and kicked the other man in the back of the knee.
Sang Biao bent his knees, reached out and grabbed the iron railing by the bed in time, and used the momentum to kick backward.
At the same time, Pei Ji moved half a step to the side and lightly kicked Sang Biao's crotch.
A scream.
The massive body crashed to the ground.
Sang Biao covered his sore spot, his face flushed, and gritted his teeth, saying, "You...you're shameless, you ambushed me."
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