Feng Lin moved at a leisurely pace across the road, and before he even reached the restroom, the crowd behind him stopped him.
The leader, a middle-aged man, was a fat man holding prayer beads in his hand.
A muscular hulk of a man took out his cell phone and placed a photo in front of the fat man, "Fat bro, it's him!"
The fat man glanced at it and nodded, "Break his legs."
"What do you want to do? I haven't wronged you, have I?"
Feng Lin asked indifferently.
"Kid, it's because you provoked someone. We're just people who get paid to do jobs; this sort of thing is common nowadays. Just bear with it."
Fat bro rolled the prayer beads in his hand, his face indifferent.
He had a powerful presence, giving off the aura of a boss.
The corners of Feng Lin's mouth lifted slightly, "Do you know who I am?"
"Speak up, who are you? Let me see who dares to disrespect me, Fat bro, in the south district of Lian City."
