The driver's movements halted in an instant, his eyes wide, holding his abdomen before staggering to the floor.
A scream pierced the air again, and seeing the driver's plight, the woman ran towards the door in fright.
Lin Yi paid no heed to these people, for it had nothing to do with them.
But the remaining men were scared half to death, trembling where they stood, not daring to make a sound.
Lin Yi approached Zhao Yongqiang, grabbed his hair, and jerked his head up.
"Think you're tough, huh? It's a harmonious society now, and you still dare to pull this stuff? Who gave you the guts?"
Zhao Yongqiang looked at Lin Yi, gasping for breath heavily.
"From the looks of it, you must have been in the mix before. I'm Zhao Yongqiang, that should say enough."
"Go to hell!"
Lin Yi grabbed his head and smashed it into the table, plunging it into a hot bowl of soup and shattering the bowl into pieces.
Zhao Yongqiang cried out in pain, soaked in soup, his arrogance vanished.
