At this moment, nobody knew exactly what Lin Zifeng had just done to the bald man, but they saw the bald guy, holding his crotch, his mouth agape, a look of pain contorting his face.
It definitely wasn't anything good.
"Yo-you, you little punk! Wait, wait for me!" The bald man, jutting out his butt, opening and closing his mouth, could hardly speak due to the intense pain coming from his groin, nearly bringing him to tears and leaving him unable to utter a single word for quite some time.
Especially his face, which had been twisted by the pain, looked just like that of a comedian specializing in cross-talk, extraordinarily expressive.
"What's, what's wrong with him?" Nangong Bing shifted her arm.
"It's nothing. He's probably just too excited," Lin Zifeng said with an indifferent smile.
"You-you little punk! You..."
As the pain below intensified, the bald man was completely unable to speak.
