Lin Han couldn't be bothered to waste any more words on Zhu Jiangchao.
The guy was a shameless scumbag, thicker-skinned than a city wall, constantly resorting to sophistry.
Lin Han couldn't win an argument against him.
Of course, Lin Han had no intention of trying.
He was here today to kill, not to argue.
So Lin Han simply threw a punch, aiming straight for Zhu Jiangchao's face.
A bone-chilling sneer spread across his face.
'You're quite the talker, aren't you? But does winning an argument mean you don't have to die?'
Zhu Jiangchao was frozen to the spot!
He never imagined Lin Han would be so brazen.
How dare he attack him on the King of the Wheel's territory?
The Taiping King wasn't here to back him up. What gave him the right to be so arrogant?
'Has he gone mad?'
BANG!
Suddenly, a figure shot out and blocked Lin Han's strike with a palm, then used the momentum to pull Zhu Jiangchao back.
They dodged the perilous attack!
