"You haven't answered me yet." A cold glint sparkled in Ye Wanwan's eyes as her lips pulled into a bewitching smile.
"Answer what?!" Li Mochen shouted.
"Tell me who you think you are," Ye Wanwan murmured.
Li Mochen was about to talk when Ye Wanwan suddenly applied force through her hands.
A second later, the chopstick broke through Li Mochen's skin and rivulets of blood flowed down following the chopstick.
Ye Wanwan: "..."
Sh*t, isn't the quality of this chopstick too good? I just wanted to frighten Li Mochen, so why did I poke through...
Astonishment surfaced in Seven Star's eyes as he looked at her. If this woman wasn't Sis Feng, would she really have had the guts to offend Third Elder like this?
"Hah... You... you dare to kill me..." Fear finally appeared in Li Mochen's eyes.
Even if the woman standing before him was truly Bro Flattop, how could she have not understood the Fearless Alliance's current situation with Bro Flattop's intelligence?
The true president probably wouldn't have dared to treat him like this, right? Let alone a fake president...
He didn't believe this woman would really dare to kill him, but Li Mochen couldn't help but falter when he saw the unconcealed murderous intent in her eyes.
"Killing you... would dirty my hands. I'll spare your life. I think your father will give me an explanation tomorrow." Ye Wanwan snorted and distastefully tossed the bloodied chopstick aside.
"Big Dipper," Ye Wanwan called, turning to Big Dipper, who was standing behind Li Mochen.
"Yes, Sis Feng?" Big Dipper grinned and stepped up fawningly.
"Toss out this eyesore," Ye Wanwan ordered.
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