The sinister and sweet-talking Feng Xi understood one thing during his long eighteen-year-old life.
What's the use of money? What's the use of status? What is the use of power?
When this hot-blooded young man punched him, none of these things could stop him.
Feng Xi wiped the bruise at the corner of his mouth and gave the hot-blooded boy a middle finger...
Intention: Write whatever you want, don't take it seriously