As Lu Tianxing drew closer, Zhao Lin felt fear surge like a tidal wave, because the look in Lu Tianxing's eyes was as if he was staring at a dead man. Zhao Lin had no doubt that Lu Tianxing dared not break his limbs.
"Lu Tianxing, I know you're strong, but... but let me remind you, you'd better not mess around. This is Xiangjiang, not Modu. I belong to the Zhao Family. If you dare do anything to me, the Zhao Family won't let you go! You won't leave Xiangjiang alive; you'd really better think about the consequences of touching me."
Zhao Lin kept backing away, suppressing the fear in his heart as he threatened Lu Tianxing.
Upon hearing Zhao Lin's words, a cold smirk appeared on Lu Tianxing's face.
Consequences!
Would a Judge fear consequences?
No!
There were many who wanted him dead; the Zhao Family was as insignificant as ants in comparison.
"Slap!"
Lu Tianxing, tired of wasting words, responded with a resounding slap to Zhao Lin.
