"Really?" Li Changlin sneered mockingly, lifting his hand and delivering another slap.
Smack!
This one was even heavier than the previous slaps.
Instantly, the middle-aged man spat out more than a dozen broken teeth.
The fresh blood flowing from his mouth dyed his face terrifyingly grotesque.
"I'm going too far? Just listen to what you were saying, you old fool. The Nearly Divine Tycoon doesn't show off, and you damn take me for a sick cat. Thinking about laying a hand on The Nearly Divine Tycoon's woman, are you seeking your own death, you bastard!" Li Changlin was truly defeated by this guy's shamelessness. He had seen people without shame, but never someone this shameless.
"Kid, you, you're dead meat, you're dead meat. I'll fight you to the end! Somebody, anybody, call security!" Having lost more than a dozen teeth, the middle-aged man had completely lost his reason,
