“Earlier, who did you say was trash?” Chu Feng walked toward him and coldly asked.
“I am, I am.”
“I am trash, I am trash.” Zhao Genshou did not dare to hesitate and decisively responded.
“Heh, look at yourself. Are you not trash?” Seeing Zhao Genshou who was shivering all over, a very pale complexion and drenched with cold sweat, Chu Feng loudly shouted.
“Scram. From today on, if you dare to step foot on this courtyard again or disrespect someone from my Southern Sea Region, not only will I break your legs, I will take your life.”