"Do you really think I'm easy to bully?" Lin Xi asked himself inwardly.
If these words were to reach Xu Hong and Wenhai, or perhaps the international underground forces, they would silently mourn for Jia Cheng and say,
"You won't die if you don't seek death!"
At this moment, Lin Xi stepped forward, Yang Feifei instantly sensed trouble and wanted to intervene, but it was too late. All she could do was watch Lin Xi raise his hand and slap Jia Cheng across the face.
Just like last time, Jia Cheng flew backwards, knocking over several display cabinets before coming to a stop.
"I gave you a chance, but you didn't take it, and now you dare to spout nonsense!" Lin Xi said to the dazed Jia Cheng, "Do you really think I'll lecture you first?"
Lying on the ground, Jia Cheng, somewhat clear-headed now, felt he must have broken some bones, as he was in too much pain to get up.
"Murder, murder, murder!" he suddenly shrieked with a wretched voice.
