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"What's the matter, you all planning to gang up now?"
Lin Zifeng turned around with a mocking smile, eyeing everyone.
Nobody had the guts to challenge Lin Zifeng anymore! Besides, it was unclear if Long Hao was dead or alive. Who would dare provoke Lin Zifeng, isn't that like asking for a short life?" Seeing their aggressive stares mixed with fear, Lin Zifeng couldn't help but laugh.
"What's wrong? The boss got beaten, and none of you want to help out? Maybe you'd have a chance in a group fight," he said, squinting his eyes and scanning the crowd. His tone already instilled fear in everyone there, and the kicks just now were blindingly fast; no one had seen how Long Hao was even sent flying. Moreover, they were all in custody out of desperation, seeking to preserve themselves. Now that Long Hao had been beaten, who had the surplus energy to step forward and offer help? This isn't society.
