The young man in purple suddenly lifted his head, his features contorted in ferocity as he glared at Shi Feng, "You! How dare you treat me like this! You!"
But before the last word "you" could leave the young man in purple's lips, Shi Feng's right hand squeezed harder, tightly clutching his throat. He said coldly, "What wouldn't I dare! To kill you, a piece of trash, is no different from killing a dog for me!"
"You!" Even with his throat seized, the young man in purple, who had never suffered such humiliation, exerted all his strength to spit out another "you."
However, the more he struggled, the tighter Shi Feng squeezed his throat, "Uh! Uh uh uh!" Until he could no longer speak and was on the verge of asphyxiation, suddenly, he saw the young man dig his right hand, shaped like a claw, into his own chest!
"Hmm? Suicide?" By the time Shi Feng noticed, he could see blood continuously flowing from the man's chest, spilling onto the desert below.
