The person yelling at Lin Xi was one of Pang Tong's subordinates, a fairly impulsive guy, a typical blockhead.
Since many people didn't know exactly who Lin Xi was, but once he arrived, the atmosphere in the bar immediately changed, even the expressions of the old masters changed. It was quite obvious, yet this blockhead didn't take it seriously at all.
Well, otherwise, he wouldn't be a blockhead.
At this moment, the one who should be the angriest was not Lin Xi, but Pang Tong.
Initially, he held a glimmer of hope, but now it felt like swallowing a lump of dog shit; big and hard, stuck in his throat, his face changing colors, feeling like he might choke to death at any time.
"Slap!"
Everyone saw Pang Tong backhand slap the blockhead to the ground, then lifted his foot to kick him in the abdomen, while pointing at him angrily, "Are you out of your goddamn mind or just stupid, daring to curse at Brother Lin, do you have a death wish?"
"What the fuck!"
