"Yes, yes, Brother Li Long wasn't pretending."
Qin Shaofeng smacked his forehead and blurted out something that nearly made Li Long cough up blood.
Without Qin Shaofeng's remark, he could have said Qin Shaofeng was slandering him without restraint.
Yet Qin Shaofeng's perfectly timed stab had come right after he voiced his rebuttal. Wasn't that the very picture of protesting too much?
"Qin Shaofeng, what exactly are you trying to do?"
Li Long was so furious that his rage soared to the heavens.
Though he asked the question aloud, how could he truly not know what Qin Shaofeng was doing?
He had deliberately come to cause trouble for Qin Shaofeng today.
Qin Shaofeng had no backing and truly could not confront him head-on, but he could use all manner of verbal traps to fight back.
Even if such resistance might not achieve much.
After that punch of his, however, quite a few who had originally not believed it would probably begin to harbor suspicions.
In truth, his own heart was also brimming with doubt.
He had shown no mercy whatsoever in that punch. Why had Qin Shaofeng been able to block it so easily?
That made no sense!
"What do you mean, what am I trying to do? Wasn't it Brother Li... no! Aren't you bastard demanding a fight to the death with me? Come on, then!"
Qin Shaofeng changed his words midway.
The two utterly opposite tones nearly made Li Long spit blood.
Is this bastard truly determined to nail my crimes to the board?
He thought bitterly, yet he did not know that Qin Shaofeng's intentions were far from so simple.
Crimes or no crimes meant nothing at all to Qin Shaofeng.
Everything he was saying now was merely groundwork for what he intended to do afterward.
"Bastard,