Thirty minutes later, Lin Hai and the others quietly stood not far from the gate of an abandoned farmhouse on the outskirts of Yanjing, observing the activity inside.
Brother Hui, with his hair dyed red, was utterly despondent. Clearly, the pineapple grenade that almost exploded earlier had left him with a deep psychological scar.
Zhuge Jianguo was in complete awe of Lin Hai.
Especially when the pineapple's safety pin was pulled, his heart was in his throat.
But at the last second before it exploded, Lin Hai reinserted the pin.
This smooth operation made Brother Hui confess everything he knew to Lin Hai without hesitation.
In addition to that, Brother Hui's former followers were now treating Lin Hai as a deity, especially impressed by Lin Hai's unwavering calm expression.
Those gangsters, who were only used to petty troubles, knife fights, and bullying the weak and innocent, thought Lin Hai was absolutely a formidable outlaw.
