This kind of behavior that disregards other people's lives completely infuriated Lin Yifan. As the sports car rushed towards him, he lifted his foot and kicked out with force.
"Bang!"
Instantly, the entire hood of the luxurious sports car was lifted up, and the flawless, strikingly handsome front also bore a deep footprint dent.
Watching this scene, the surrounding spectators were all dumbfounded, as if witnessing something unbelievable.
The band performing on stage had long stopped singing. They didn't know what was happening, only that a convoy was trying to stir up trouble.
Why call it a convoy? Because several more luxurious sports cars followed suit, forming a team with the first one.
On the sports car, the trendy-dressed man who had previously shouted at Lin Yifan to move aside was taken aback.
He hadn't expected such a master to exist at this small concert; it seems experts prefer to hide in the world.
