Chapter 217 I'm Not Here to Make Trouble
"Do you know what happened to someone who once pointed a finger at my face?" Suddenly, Lin Zifeng's tone turned icy cold, even his face, which had been filled with sunny smiles just moments ago, became terrifyingly cold, his eyes blood-red as he stared intently at Zhang Fatty.
Zhang Fatty's flesh quivered in shock as he gazed into Lin Zifeng's deathly silent eyes, feeling as if he had been placed in an ice cellar that had lasted a thousand years. Without thinking, he stepped back, his finger trembling as he pointed to Lin Zifeng. His look at Lin Zifeng was as if he were staring at a primordial barbaric beast. He'd never seen such a piercing gaze before, and in his eyes, Zhang Fatty even glimpsed a hint of cruel strangeness. It was as if this seemingly unimpressive youth had crawled out from a pile of the dead in Hell, his aura of Ling Li piercing at Zhang Fatty like the tip of a spear.
