"Think carefully once more. Did you hear the opponent's voice?"
The middle-aged man pondered for a moment, then asked again.
Cao Ziqing released the middle-aged woman's arm, recollecting his experiences in his mind.
"Before fainting, I only heard one phrase... it seemed like someone was shouting 'Brother Lin is mighty'?"
After speaking, Cao Ziqing clenched his fist.
To him, this was a supreme humiliation.
Being ambushed at his own doorstep, almost beaten to a pulp.
If word got out, the whole of Yanjing would mock him.
Especially when he meets those Super Young Masters in the future, they'll certainly use today's incident as a joke.
Thinking of this, Cao Ziqing was almost grinding his teeth to pieces.
"Brother Lin?"
The middle-aged man maintained a calm expression, or rather an almost indifferent gaze, mind flickering as he thought.
To him, as long as his son wasn't crippled and could recover, everything wasn't a problem.
