Lin Feng bent slightly, peering coldly at the leader of the fans. Brother Qiang only felt a loud explosion in his head, as if something had burst inside, his heartstrings snapped, and his legs trembled and weakened. At the same time, a warmth spread over his legs, and soon, a puddle formed on the ground.
Merely with a glance, the intimidating Brother Qiang actually wet himself, a pungent smell of urine filled the air, and the fans in front watched dumbfounded, never having seen such a scene before.
In the eyes of the fans, Brother Qiang was someone who could directly talk with Ally, and he was their leader, usually imposing and commanding. Yet now, he was frightened into incontinence by a mere look.
Lin Feng stood upright, his head held high as he swept his gaze over the crowd of fans. Not a single one dared to meet his gaze. As Lin Feng took a step forward, the fans stepped aside, unconsciously clearing a path for him.
