"Uh—"
All of Xu Hao's movements came to an abrupt halt, his attacking fist hung limply as his feet left the ground.
His entire body was lifted by Fang Cheng with one hand, his throat tightly clamped as though by an iron vise.
The feeling of suffocation surged through his entire body like a tide, his face turning from white to blue, then quickly flushing into a terrifying shade of purple-red.
He struggled desperately, his hands frantically grasping at Fang Cheng's arm, but it was as futile as an ant trying to shake a tree; there was no movement at all.
Fang Cheng looked expressionlessly at Xu Hao, who was struggling in vain in his hand, the chill in his eyes congealing into a palpable killing intent.
However, just as that killing intent was about to burst forth, a familiar face flashed abruptly in Fang Cheng's mind, his fingers loosened slightly, and he casually tossed Xu Hao back onto the sofa as if throwing away trash.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
