"Ah..." Lin Bowen screamed in elongated tones, his figure flailing wildly in the air, kicking and swinging his arms and legs.
Then, with a thud, he crashed to the ground, face first.
Instantly, his face was bruised and swollen, furious with anger.
Lin Bowen felt as if all his bones were broken, waves of intense pain engulfing him.
Zhang Lu thought Ye Fan wouldn't actually strike, just threaten a bit, but unexpectedly, he really did strike without any room for negotiation.
Lin Bowen here was even more surprised by Ye Fan's arrogance.
"Young Master." The bodyguard yelled urgently.
Even a clay statue has some temper, and now Lin Bowen was completely enraged.
"Help me up." Lin Bowen ordered.
"Yes, sir." Two bodyguards helped Lin Bowen up.
Lin Bowen wiped his bloody nose and spat out a mouthful of blood-stained saliva, angrily saying, "Ye, don't act like you're untouchable, if you dare hit me, what do you think you are."
