"Scoundrel!" Lin Shanhu's blood rushed to his head, and ignoring his own physical weakness, he slapped the table and immediately stood up, stumbling toward Wang Tiankun.
Ordinarily, Wang Tiankun would have immediately knelt down and begged for mercy, but now he was at a dead end, and he had practiced martial arts for many years, so seeing Lin Shanhu's unsteady stance, he knew the man was practically delivering himself to death's door.
With a cold smile in his heart, Wang Tiankun easily caught Lin Shanhu's punch, then with a reverse palm push, he toppled Lin Shanhu to the ground like pushing over a winter melon, effortlessly.
"Dad!"
"Boss Lin!"
