"You dare hit me?!"
Zhou Wenlong covered his bleeding face, staring incredulously at what had just happened.
"Damn it! Do you want me to hit him or not? You're chattering so much, how am I supposed to decide? I can only hit you!"
The burly man in black cursed loudly.
It was a dog-eat-dog scene, and Lin Zifeng had lost all interest in watching further.
Shrugging his shoulders, he left the nightclub confidently with two beauties in his arms in front of everyone—
"Lin, just you wait!"
Deng Ziwen hurriedly ran forward and pointed at Lin Zifeng's departing figure, shouting.
"Anytime." Lin Zifeng shrugged with a nonchalant smile.
Then, under Deng Ziwen's fiery gaze, the three left closely together.
Deng Ziwen was so furious, he cursed loudly from behind.
"Damn you!"
Just as Deng Ziwen turned around, he was kicked to the ground by Zhou Wenlong, who glared and roared, "Damn you! Watching me get beaten and you didn't help? What a waste of your karate skills. You're just a poser!"
