Jia Xiangkai glared at Lin Chen with cold eyes, "Kid, today I'm going to let you know what happens when you oppose me. I will use your blood to show everyone at Bureau 118 who's the boss."
Lin Chen looked at Jia Xiangkai lazily, "Hey, are you going to keep nagging? I'm really busy and don't have time to listen to you bragging."
"You're looking for death!"
Jia Xiangkai was instantly furious, his fist surged with intense flames as he leaped high into the air when he was less than two meters away from Lin Chen.
"Kid, go to hell!"
Boom! A fireball burst out from Jia Xiangkai's fist, shooting directly at Lin Chen.
Seeing Lin Chen enveloped by the fireball, everyone was shocked. Jia Xiangkai really wanted Lin Chen's life; he didn't hold back at all right from the start.
"If he's hit by that fireball, he might not die, but he'd be seriously injured."
"Lin Chen, dodge quickly!"
In the spectator stands, Wu Shitong clenched her small fists nervously, silently praying.
