Just when everyone thought Lin Zifeng was finished, Lin Zifeng just smiled without a word, showing no signs of realization.
Now, Jia Zhenjing didn't know what to say. After all, you were the one to hit someone first.
"You dare hit me?"
Zhao Long was dumbfounded, his expression ferocious, as if he were a lion about to rage!
Lin Zifeng touched his mouth, took a deep drag on his cigarette, and said indifferently, "So what if I hit you? Did I do something wrong by hitting you?"
"Hiss...!"
Everyone gasped. Lin Zifeng's words were simply lawless. Hitting someone and still having the audacity! Wasn't this blatant arrogance?
"You...!"
Zhao Long glared with wide eyes, utterly confounded by Lin Zifeng's imposing manner, temporarily at a loss for words. Just how arrogant was this guy!
"Do you know why I hit you? Do you understand why you got hit by me?"
