"Motherfucker, you think I'm playing nice, huh?!"
WHOOSH!
As soon as Qin Lin finished speaking, Song Hao, without another word, swung his baton ferociously at him.
BANG!
CRACK!
With two sharp sounds, Qin Lin caught the steel pipe Song Hao had swung at him bare-handed. Then, with just a slight squeeze, he bent the pipe right in his grip!
"GULP... H-How is this possible?"
Holding the steel pipe that Qin Lin had bent with his bare hands, the previously arrogant Song Hao was now utterly dumbfounded.
SMACK!
Qin Lin wasn't about to be polite. After rendering the steel pipe useless, he slapped Song Hao squarely across the face. "I'll say it again. Get lost!"
"Brother!" Song Hao clutched his swollen, red cheek, wiped the blood from his mouth, and snarled at Song Li. "This guy only responds to a beating! Stop holding back and get him!"
Song Li's expression hardened. "Alright," he grunted, then waved a hand at the dozen or so bodyguards armed with steel pipes and batons. "Get him."
