"He's just running his mouth." Mr. Jin said coldly, "You should be grateful that kid ran fast. If A Long had made a move, he'd be dead!"
"Mr. Jin is right. One punch from me and that kid wouldn't just be injured; he'd be half-dead," A Long added, clenching his fists, his face full of pride. He had immense confidence in his own strength.
"Mr. Jin, look out!"
At that moment, A Long's expression changed dramatically. He lunged in front of Mr. Jin and threw a punch.
BANG!
PFFT!
A Long was sent flying backward, spitting a mouthful of blood. Once he steadied himself, he stared at a small pebble on the ground, his expression one of utter shock. That very pebble had flown toward him, knocked him back, and injured him.
Not only that, but after he punched it, the pebble remained completely intact, without a single crack.
"Consider this a small lesson. Otherwise, you'd already be dead," Lin Mu said indifferently from a short distance away, then turned and left without a backward glance.
