Leng Xiaojun: "I'm officially apologizing to you face-to-face for the Wang Xiaomin incident! Even if you won't accept it!"
Yue Feng, expressionless: "If saying sorry worked, what would we need the police for? It's already happened, see you in the arena, no need for more talk!"
"You're acting all high and mighty, what's the big deal!"
Hearing Yue Feng's outright rejection, a young guy behind Leng Xiaojun instantly flared up, pointing his finger at Yue Feng's nose, ready to start cursing.
Yue Feng completely ignored this clown-like lackey, his sharp gaze fixed on Leng Xiaojun: "Tell your team members to stop pointing fingers at me, one day I'll snap and break their fingers, and you'll have nowhere to complain!"
Besides, whether your team or two teams make it to the Club Union Cup this time, the result will be the same. As long as I'm here, you Tianyuan will always be second!
