Although Zhou Xingxing had seen Li Changlin take action at the Silver Thread Restaurant before, he had not discerned Li Changlin's true strength.
"This mess was caused by me; let me handle it," Li Changlin didn't want to involve Brother Grape or Zhou Xingxing, so as he spoke, he turned and headed back towards Duan Yuanzhou.
"Changlin." At this moment, Lin Ruonan also turned around, and as she clearly saw Duan Yuanzhou approaching closer, an involuntary worry rose in her heart.
"It's nothing," said Li Changlin with a calm smile, finally stopping in his tracks, calmly watching the approaching man.
"Young man, you indeed have courage," Duan Yuanzhou appeared to be a middle-aged man, but in fact, he was already sixty-three years old. He gave Li Changlin a cold glance and then said, "I'm giving you a chance now. Sever one of your arms and hand over the one million from my family's eldest son, and I'll let you go!"
