However, soon Lin Zifeng's subtle action made the flat-top guy stare at him with eyes filled with shock and terror; the playful smile on his fierce face also gradually congealed.
"Boss, don't waste your breath on him, cripple him first then talk. Fuck!" the bald guy roared.
Clearly, his hatred for Lin Zifeng had reached a breaking point ready to explode.
"Slap!" A crisp slap resounded.
The flat-top man cursed as he hopped in anger, "Yell at your fucking self! Who's your boss, me or you? Didn't you see the little couple over there? And you're still yelling? Look at your damn face, you're lucky I didn't beat you to death. All day you think about picking up chicks, dumb fuck, right? You got hit, right? You deserved to be hit to death. Even if this little brother didn't kill you, I would want to beat you myself. Fuck, fuck your sister's fuck!"
