As soon as Gongsun Linhua finished speaking, a thud resounded, and his chest firmly took a punch.
Pain!
Gongsun Linhua spat out a mouthful of Blood Water, having been pampered all his life, he had never experienced such agony. At this moment, he was lying in pain on the ground, clutching his chest, rolling about.
The commotion here attracted the attention of other customers at the Gambling Stone Field; everyone gathered around to watch the spectacle.
"Greenhorn! Your beard isn't even fully grown, and you're trying to play the hero saving the beauty!" The middle-aged man was a brute and did not grasp the implication of Gongsun Linhua's words.
Lin Dong heard the sound of the fight and hurried over, "What exactly is going on here?"
The middle-aged man flexed his muscles and grunted, " This is none of your business, keep out of this!"
