Brief surprise flashed through the man's eyes before he threw his head back in laughter. He laughed so hard that his entire body was trembling and he did not even stop when Jia Molei delivered another punch to his stomach.
"Fuck you!" Jia Molei seethed, clearly agitated. He grabbed the man by the throat and hissed in a low voice, "Fucking move again and see if your neck will stay intact after this?!"
Jia Molei had not held back his strength at all and the man's face quickly turned from pale to crimson. Blue veins flared out from his neck, creating a terrifying sight, and even then, he still laughed and laughed. In the end, it could not even be called laughter anymore. Only weak wheezes that were squeezed out from his throat, so feeble that it sounded awfully like a sob.
