"Does it hurt? Does it feel very painful? If it hurts, then that's correct; it proves that you can still be saved. I'm just teaching you how to be a decent person, kid," Lin Zifeng said with a squinting smile.
However, for that guy, the pain was secondary. The main issue was that the word 'kid' almost struck him like lightning.
Damn it!
I'm in my twenties, and he calls me a kid. This is undoubtedly a form of indirect humiliation, like a slap in the face, slap slap.
"Let go!"
Jipu Ziyi roared furiously.
"You should shut up too!"
Suddenly, Lin Zifeng's eyes flashed. He dashed forward, his five fingers like claws, and instantly grabbed Jipu Ziyi's neck!
In an instant, everyone behind him dared not even swallow their saliva. How did he do it? Most people did not even see how Lin Zifeng moved in front of Jipu Ziyi, and his palm was already grasping Jipu Ziyi's neck. If he applied a bit more force, he could easily kill him like an ant!
