"You ask what I want?"
Lin Tian suddenly stood up, his face dark as water, his words as cold as a millennia-old glacier.
Seeing this, Zhou Li and the other two exchanged looks, not knowing how Fang Yuanshan, a low-level thug, had offended a Martial Arts Master—and deeply at that.
What the three didn't know was that at that moment, a powerful and overwhelming obsession had suddenly risen in Lin Tian's heart.
The memories of being humiliated at Yongjia Hotel surged like spring water, uncontrollably clear once again in Lin Tian's mind.
Slap!
Lin Tian slapped Fang Yuanshan across the face, the sound crisp and loud.
"What do you think I should do?"
Slap!
"How did you treat me back at the Yongjia Hotel?"
Slap!
"When you made me polish your shoes, did you ever consider what I should do?"
Slap!
"When you pushed me down the stairs, did you think about what I would do?"
…
After beating Fang Yuanshan to a pulp, Lin Tian finally stopped.
