The middle-aged man had knocked down these twenty-odd people. His gaze was stern as he scanned the crowd, "Now, does anyone else want to fight?"
Those who had been arrogant and bossy were all subdued now, not one daring to speak.
That was a silly question, wasn't it? After witnessing the middle-aged man's actions, who would dare to fight him?
The middle-aged man looked towards Young Master Lin and said coldly, "What about you?"
Young Master Lin's complexion was pale, and he didn't dare to utter a word, lowering his head as if he hadn't heard.
The middle-aged man ignored him and got back into the car. Several vehicles roared past the crowd, with no one daring to block their way anymore.
As the crowd watched the cars drive away, everyone began to whisper among themselves.
