"Son of a bitch."
Hao Ming was furious. Not only did Zhao Zhengyi refuse to help him, but he even kicked him while he was down. He threw an enraged punch.
"Ah!"
Zhao Zhengyi took the blow to his face, and his left eye swelled shut completely.
With a calm and serene expression, Wu Tian walked over to Zhao Zhengyi. After glancing at his face, he smiled slightly. "You have a sickness."
"What?" Zhao Zhengyi was stunned, his heart pounding. He hurriedly said, "Mr. Wu Tian, you... you can't joke about something like that."
