After staring at Tang Zhen for a full minute, the bald young man did not see the fearful look on Tang Zhen's face that he had imagined. This made him feel very disappointed.
This was especially so when the bald young man saw that Tang Zhen was looking at him with the same kind of gaze. It was as if he was not afraid of the formation in front of him at all. A wave of anger rose from his heart.
Tang Zhen had broken his ribs that night, causing him to be in a miserable state like a dead dog. The bald young man had always remembered it in his heart.
He wanted to take revenge. He wanted to break all of Tang Zhen's ribs and make Tang Zhen wish he was dead. This was his usual style.
Throwing away the cigarette butt and snorting coldly, the bald-headed man shot a look at the young man behind Tang Zhen. At the same time, he tilted his head and slightly raised his chin.
