Just as the two were leaving the street dance club, a group of people walked in first.
There was also a person in a wheelchair, an old acquaintance, Li Tianmu. Behind him was a group of people who looked arrogant.
"Lin Tian!" Li Tianmu said through gritted teeth.
Lin Tian was in a bad mood at this moment, and seeing this person made it worse.
"Get lost! I don't have time to waste words with you!" Lin Tian said in a low voice, unconsciously exuding a powerful aura, instantly giving those in front of him a very bad feeling, as if they were in an ice cellar.
Instantly, the people on Li Tianmu's side became less imposing, and even Li Tianmu felt somewhat guilty. But thinking of his crippled leg, his anger surged again.
Li Tianmu's leg had been bitten by a mastiff last time, nearly tearing off a piece of flesh. Later, he was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment, barely saving his life.
