The members of the Sanjiang Gang looked at Li Changlin as if he were a fool, their faces showing a cold, mocking smile.
"Kid, you're boasting shamelessly. I think you're asking for death!" As for Shi Zhengtian, his face turned somewhat ugly.
Li Changlin's words were, simply put, complete disregard for him.
Facing his boss and brothers from the gang, Shi Zhengtian felt he had no face left at all.
"Asking for death? Heh, you're mistaken, the 'Nearly Divine Tycoon' doesn't wish to die. Same words as before, if you can withstand one move, I will let you off!" Li Changlin raised his hand and waved it lightly, speaking indifferently.
Li Changlin looked disdainfully at Shi Zhengtian.
A mere mid-stage Inner Strength piece of trash really couldn't pique his interest.
However, his words were like stabbing into a hornet's nest.
Looking down on Shi Zhengtian was the same as looking down on the Sanjiang Gang.
