CHAPTER 837: CHAPTER 916: AM I NOT ALSO A MADMAN?

You will die!

Song Lejun said these three words one by one, his expression as dark as a storm cloud, causing an involuntary sense of fear.

However, with Fang Yi, it doesn’t work!

If Fang Yi was afraid, he wouldn’t have slapped, but would have let Song Lejun slap him to keep the peace.

When Fang Yi threw that slap, he had already shown his attitude.

You, Song Lejun,

I dare to slap you,

so I’m not afraid!

When a cigarette was burnt out, Fang Yi could have easily thrown it away, but looking at the extremely gloomy Song Lejun opposite him, he flicked it with his finger instead.

Pa-ta.

The cigarette butt, still carrying sparks, was flicked by Fang Yi onto Song Lejun’s handsome face.

"Hiss..."

Everyone present couldn’t help but draw a sharp breath, their eyes wide as they looked at Fang Yi.

Not only did he slap him, but he also flicked a cigarette butt onto Song Lejun’s face.

What is this?

This is provocation!

Clearly not taking Song Lejun seriously at all.

Fang Yi’s actions shocked everyone present. If slapping Song Lejun was an insult, then flicking the cigarette butt was undoubtedly trampling on Song Lejun’s dignity.

Everyone was dumbfounded, in disbelief, and even the old men Song Que and Song He were exceedingly shocked at this moment.

"Rebellion! Rebellion! You little bastard of the Fang Family, I am going to cut off your hand!" Song Que slammed the table, stood up abruptly, his face full of anger, like a raging lion, imposing and terrifying.

However, Fang Yi glanced at him casually, chuckled: "Old thing, my hand is right here, come and cut it if you have the guts."

Still provoking!

Fang Yi extended his hand.

This infuriated Song Que.

Consider who Song Que was, a significant figure in Tianjing, respected by all, who would dare talk to him so disrespectfully and still provoke him like this little bastard in front of him?

For Song Que, this was unbearable, and his heart truly harbored murderous intent.

And just at that moment, Fang Yi spoke again: "Old thing, my hand is here and you don’t dare to cut it, I really look down on you. Here’s this for you."

Once again shocking everyone, Fang Yi gave Song Que the middle finger.

It’s turning upside down!

This is truly turning upside down!

This was the only thought in everyone’s mind.

Fearless, reckless, displayed vividly by Fang Yi.

But Fang Yi saw nothing inappropriate; since you called me a little bastard, I’ll give you the middle finger. Don’t rely on your age; we’re all human, no one is nobler than another.

Song Que was incensed, and Fang Yi’s middle finger naturally made him furious, his fists clenched tightly, his eyes full of sharpness.

Just as Song Que was about to act, Song Lejun, who had been wearing a gloomy expression, suddenly spoke: "Fourth Uncle, let’s go."

Hmm?

Song Lejun’s words left everyone present somewhat baffled.

You should know, Song Lejun is known as a madman. After being slapped and having a cigarette butt thrown at his face by Fang Yi, with his temper, he should have been furious and gone mad. How could he think of leaving?

Too strange!

But in fact, that’s exactly what Song Lejun did.

"Fang Yi, we’ll see." Song Lejun said this before leaving.

Fang Yi didn’t speak.

"I have plenty of time to play slowly, just hope you don’t die too soon. I’m a madman, and I’ll entangle with you all my life. If I don’t play you to death, I’m not called Song Lejun."

Leaving these chilling words, Song Lejun turned and left without hesitation.

Fang Yi looked at Song Lejun’s departing figure, his mouth suddenly curved into a smile.

You’re a madman,

me,

how am I not also a madman?