Lin Fan looked at the shrapnel embedded in his arm, his expression showing no trace of pain. To him, such minor injuries were already numb. During the African battle years ago, he was shot three times in the back and never uttered a word of pain!
Crunch~ crunch~
There were a few crisp sounds as Lin Fan pulled out the shrapnel from his arm, dropped them to the ground with a flick, and sharply turned his gaze towards the four youths in the car. Blood veins surged in his pupils, releasing a cold murderous aura from every pore on his body!
At this moment, Lin Fan was truly enraged. How could the mighty Tyrant endure this humiliation? He immediately got up and charged towards the car!
"Quick! Go, go! This guy is too terrifying, we're no match for him!" one of the youths shouted desperately!
The youth driving was still shocked from the scene he just witnessed. Seeing Lin Fan charging towards them, he didn't dare hesitate and immediately started the car to escape.
