If a tiger doesn't show its might, you all think I'm a sick cat! You think I'm easy to bully, wanting to piss on Li Fei's head—it's not that easy. Even if you're an old player, I'll make sure you can't keep your reputation till the end. Either you meet King of Hell, or live regrettably and painfully in your next life.
Yao Ming reminded: "Hong Bao is a sly old fox, Brother Fei, you're relatively young, so we must be cautious."
"Do you guess if this old guy dares to take my call now?"
"Of course not, looking at you now is like a mouse seeing a cat, a sheep seeing a tiger, terrifying to death."
Li Fei laughed and said, "Am I that scary?"
"You don't look scary, but when you fight, it's a nightmare for opponents; Hong Bao might not be able to get out of the hospital for months."
"The more he fears something, the more it will come."
Li Fei took out his phone, "Report his number."
"Yes." Yao Ming then reported Hong Bao's phone number once.
