Lu Chengwen looked at Goat Head.
"Get lost, my ass. You two, put some muscle into it, will you? If you don't get serious, he's never going to stop humiliating you!"
Goat Head was so furious that his breathing became ragged.
"Bullshit! Is this humiliating us? Can't you see we're about to strangle him to death!?"
"HAHAHAHA!" Zhao Ritian slapped his thigh and laughed. "Oh my god, I'm dying! Hahahaha... You two are going to wear my Martial Uncle out! Hahaha... Oh, this is too damn funny! Hahahaha... Shit-Spraying Dragon, they're going to strangle our Martial Uncle to death..."
Long Aotian laughed along. "You two simply lack experience in the martial world. Your understanding of many things is still superficial; you have no idea just how strange this martial world can be. Ah, youth."
Lu Chengwen paced back and forth in anger, cursing Ming Disha as he walked. "You just had to play around, huh!? You just had to mess with these two livestock, didn't you? Fine, fine, fine. Ming Disha, I can see it now. When it really matters, you're completely useless!"
Horse Head was beside himself with rage!
Lu Chengwen huffed, "You two, put some strength into it! Harder, harder! Better yet, rip him into two pieces! Stop holding back! Can you put some effort into it or not?"
Zhao Ritian said as well, "Exactly! You two have at least learned martial arts, haven't you? You've been strangling a man for this long—put some strength into it! I'm talking to you, little sheep. You're the one slacking the most. What, you're even being lazy when strangling someone?"
Long Aotian said, "Maybe this is already their limit? We shouldn't put too much pressure on them. Do you know how hard these two brothers are working?"
Goat Head was about