The two burly men immediately stopped.
They held Chen Fang up, dragging him from the ground.
At this moment, blood was already trickling from Chen Fang's nostrils and mouth.
Lin Jie stood up triumphantly.
He slowly walked up to Chen Fang.
With a victor's smile on his face, he said, "Chen Fang, weren't you quite the tough guy? Let's see you act tough now? What's wrong? Can't do it anymore?"
"Pah!"
Chen Fang could barely move.
But he still spat a mouthful of bloody saliva.
It landed squarely on Lin Jie's face.
"Boss! Should we keep hitting him?"
A muscular man behind asked Lin Jie, having witnessed the scene.
Though Lin Jie was furious, he waved his hand dismissively.
He lifted the corner of Chen Fang's shirt to wipe his face.
