Click~
The sound of the door opening was particularly piercing in the quiet abandoned factory. Lin Fan stepped out of the car, his leather boots making a crisp "snap" as they hit the floor.
"Tyrant, welcome to my death paradise." Smith arrogantly spread his arms, making a welcoming gesture.
Lin Fan ignored Smith, quickly looking toward Su Yanyu and Feng Chengcheng. Seeing they were unharmed, he relaxed.
"Release them, and I can give you a quick death." Every word that Lin Fan uttered carried a chill of murderous intent.
"Damn! Too arrogant, I want to kill him right now!" Johns venomously said.
"Tyrant, I know you're strong, but now this is our stage. It's time for you to step aside and let us young people take your place." Brown sneered.
"Step aside for you?" Lin Fan shook his head silently: "Many want to kill me, and you think you're worthy?"
