Happy Little Farmer

Yang Fan considered himself quite experienced, but what transpired today had truly disgusted him to no end.

With a slap across the Ghostly Fire Youth’s face, Yang Fan mocked, "Come on, get up and hit me. Let’s see your courage."

The Ghostly Fire Youth’s face had been deformed by Yang Fan’s slaps as he shouted hoarsely at Wang Zhaodi, "You filthy woman, just take off your pants and let big brother do it, and it’ll be over. Why are you provoking him? Look at me, do I look like I can win a fight?"

Wang Zhaodi, with her arms crossed, let out a cold laugh, "I could take them off, but he’s not coming to me; he’s after you instead. What can I do? These things... even if I’m eager, it seems I can’t make it happen, right?"

After that, she shouted at Yang Fan, "Big brother, are you doing it or not? If not, stop meddling and don’t make trouble for yourself. Take the money, and let’s call it a day. If not, you’ll have plenty of troubles later. His family does have connections, and he’s got a gang with lots of people. If you don’t want to end up half-dead later, stop meddling."

The corner of Yang Fan’s mouth curled into a mocking smile. Did she really have no clue?

It looked like they were the ones getting thrashed, so where was this confidence coming from? And now she was even trying to make threats.

"Come on, try to beat me half-dead!" Yang mocked, landing several more slaps on the Ghostly Fire Youth’s face.

"Bro, bro, I was really wrong, please, no more hits!" the Ghostly Fire Youth pleaded, covering his face.

Yang Fan landed another slap and shouted at Wang Zhaodi, "Strip!"

"Money first!" Wang Zhaodi, completely unconcerned with the Ghostly Fire Youth’s fate, reached out to Yang Fan and demanded.