"You gutless dog... kill me if you've got the balls... otherwise, I'll get someone to kill you..."
Ye Xiangyong's face had swollen like a pig's head. He screamed something through his mouth, but his words were so slurred that no one could make them out.
Clearly, he had just endured a storm of slaps from Song Bin. There was no telling how many he had taken.
"Fucking idiot!" Song Bin's eyes bulged with fury as he glared viciously at the battered young talent before him.
"Straighten out your tongue before you try talking! You dared fight me for a woman? You must be tired of living!"
With that, Song Bin spat a thick gob of phlegm onto Ye Xiangyong's face, then raised his hand without hesitation and delivered another vicious slap.
Yet as the slap landed, Song Bin suddenly felt something sticky on his palm-the heavy blow had smeared his own spit across his hand.
A powerful wave of revulsion surged through him. He frowned and rubbed his hand against Ye Xiangyong's clothes several times in disgust, trying to wipe off the filth.
Even then, Song Bin seemed to feel that his anger had not been fully vented. He simply kicked Ye Xiangyong to the ground and began stomping on him like a madman.
He paid no heed to whether he might kill Ye Xiangyong, caring only about unleashing the fury blazing inside him.
At that moment, he felt an unprecedented sense of pleasure and satisfaction.
Although Ye Xiangyong, Yang Xiao, and the others were already battered all over and streaming blood, they still gritted their teeth and refused to yield.
Not only that, they even endured the excruciating pain to keep hurling abuse at Song Bin and his companions, refusing to show weakness.
Once the beating had gone