How could a great villain like him suffer such grievances?
"Yes, Young Master. I'll arrange for someone to do it now."
On the other end of the phone, Er Hu replied in a low voice.
Although Lin Tian was strong, he was not invincible. Coupled with the acupuncture he had given himself previously, his strength was no longer as vibrant as before.
That night, Lin Tian fell asleep at home after drinking.
When he finally sensed the danger that he normally would have sensed long ago, he suddenly opened his eyes and realized that there was a group of masked burly men standing in his house.
"Who are you!"
Before Lin Tian could say anything else, he was beaten up by those people.
"Kid, I'll spare your life this time! Keep a low profile in the future!"
A few minutes later, the burly leader left the room with the others.
Only Lin Tian was left lying on the bed like a dead dog.
…
Three days later.
