Lin Ziyan looked on with disdain, unable to resist frowning.
She had seen her fair share of disgusting people, and the slab of meat standing before her was undoubtedly one of them.
In her eyes, thugs like Liu Mang were toads, while the meaty man was a pile of shit, the steaming, stinking kind, not your ordinary stench.
Next to the meaty man, a hooligan in his twenties pointed at Liu Mang and started shouting loudly, "It's him, it's him who just hit Brother Kuan."
The meaty man's gaze drifted from Lin Ziyan to Liu Mang, his lewd expression turning into one of malice as he glared at Liu Mang fiercely, "You're not old, but you've got guts, running over to Linxiang's turf and looking for trouble with my brother, are you sick of living or what?"
