Even though Brooklyn didn't feel it, Dongchuan Ichiro sensed it clearly. When Lin Beichen spoke, it was as if a tangible killing intent emanated from him. Dongchuan Ichiro had no doubt that if Brooklyn had made a reckless move just now, Lin Beichen would have crippled him without hesitation.
Although Dongchuan Ichiro hoped that Brooklyn would be severely injured by Lin Beichen, now was not the time. Otherwise, the wrath of Brooklyn's family could easily turn towards him.
"If you don't dare, get out of here immediately. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless."
As he spoke, Lin Beichen walked to a nearby sandbag. To Lin Beichen, this sandbag was just a decoration left behind in the gymnasium, and its weight was no different from cotton.
Lin Beichen threw a punch at the sandbag. At the moment his right hand touched the sandbag, it flew across to the wall as if it had been hit by a speeding car.
