At the end of the day, Zhou Wendong was just a young man.
Although he harbored a grudge against the Zhao Family of epic proportions, deep down, he still retained a hint of naivete.
"If that's the case, then I won't be polite," Li Changlin said with an easy smile. In his mind, the idea of Zhou Wendong allowing him to make three moves was simply a joke.
However, he wouldn't hold back because of it.
With Zhao Biting in Zhou Wendong's hands, an unexpected event could happen at any time.
The pressing matter was to snatch Zhao Biting away, then deal with everything else!
By this point, Zhou Wendong had already loosened one hand from Zhao Biting.
However, his left hand still firmly clasped Zhao Biting's right wrist.
Watching Li Changlin coldly, the corners of Zhou Wendong's mouth lifted slightly, revealing an indifferent, cold smile.
Seeing his expression, Li Changlin stepped forward, pressing the attack.
