Seeing the Great Mountains and Seas solve the problem within a minute, Lin Mu stood up satisfied, glanced at the red-haired youth next to him, stepped on his chest, and smiled, "See? Having more people doesn't mean you're tough, right?"
The red-haired youth grimaced in pain as he looked at Lin Mu, "Kid, if you dare touch me, my boss won't spare you. Do you know who my boss is? He's the almighty Ivan. If you're scared, it's not too late to beg for mercy."
"Damn it, you're a freaking idiot, aren't you? Threatening me at this moment? You want to be beaten to a pulp, right?" Lin Mu stepped on the red-haired youth's stomach, and the youth immediately curled up and began to howl.
Lin Mu couldn't be bothered to argue with them; they were just a bunch of Lanzai, and he was here to deal with the Tsar, the big kingpin. So these red-haired ones weren't worth the hassle.
"Da Shan, Da Hai, let's go," Lin Mu waved his hand and said.
