On the one-way street.
Over twenty burly men surrounded Lin Fan in a tight circle.
Their brows were furrowed in hostility, and there were conspicuous bulges at their waists.
As if they were hiding weapons.
Yet, in the middle of it all, Lin Fan remained with a cold, indifferent expression.
He didn't look for trouble,
But he was by no means afraid of it.
"I'll ask you one more time, are you going to make way or not?"
The leader, a driver full of bravado, threatened Lin Fan.
"I won't. What are you going to do about it?"
Lin Fan's icy response was laced with indisputable authority.
"Fine, you're really asking for it, aren't you? Brothers, flip his car for me."
The driver's face turned red with anger, and with no way out, he yelled loudly.
"I dare you to try!"
As they moved to flip the car,
Lin Fan felt his anger surge.
He despised bullying above all else,
Especially the idea of military personnel bullying the common folk.
It was time these guys learned a lesson.
