"Bang!"
A muffled sound echoed.
The garden suddenly fell silent.
Without even turning his head, Lin Fan simply raised his hand.
And grasped the full-force punch from Qiao Chuhai.
"This much strength is barely enough to kill a mosquito, what's there to fear?"
Lin Fan turned his head and laughed at Qiao Chuhai, whose forehead veins were throbbing.
Then without apparent effort, he exerted force, and an incredible strength surged.
"Ah... my hand... my hand... let go!"
Qiao Chuhai, who couldn't stop screaming, frantically tried to break free.
But the once fierce punch couldn't budge even slightly.
Lin Fan's fingers were like a tiger's vice, tightly clamping down on his wrist.
The pain of nearly being crushed compelled him to instinctively kick out.
Attempting to push Lin Fan back, seeking freedom.
"Are you a donkey, always liking to kick people?"
With a sinister smile on his face, Lin Fan raised his right leg, striking after but arriving before.
"Crack!"
