Ten minutes later.
Zheng Weiyang stopped, satisfied, dismissively clapped his hands, and spat on Red Hair's face.
"Fuck! Trash like you, if it were Brother Yang in my younger days, I could have blown you away in ten seconds! It's just these two years, getting older, my energy's running low!" Zheng Weiyang boasted.
He said this, facing the horrified gaze of the bikini woman, and walked over coldly.
"Ah! You, you stay away! My husband is right here." The bikini woman said weakly.
"Him, that piece of trash? I'm not bragging, but with guys like him, even if there were thirty or fifty more, I could blow them away with a fart!" Zheng Weiyang boasted arrogantly.
Thunk!
Seeing Zheng Weiyang approaching, the bikini woman was scared and accidentally fell to the ground.
With both hands on the ground, she retreated in terror.
"You, you stay away! If you come closer, I'll scream!" The bikini woman shouted in fear.
"I always hated men who hit women!" Zheng Weiyang said.
