Looking into Lin Fan's playful eyes, Chen Hu suddenly felt like a clown being toyed with in the master's palm.
Being one of the Four Young Masters of Yanjing was no simple feat, and Chen Hu calmly shouted, "What do you intend to do?"
However, Lin Fan didn't speak; he continued stepping forward, his footsteps echoing loudly!
Chen Hu felt as if he was enveloped by a chilling murderous intent, a trace of fear sprouting deep within his soul!
"Die for me!" Unable to bear the chilly feeling, Chen Hu swung his fist toward Lin Fan!
"Overestimating yourself!" Lin Fan laughed coldly, waved his hand, and easily caught Chen Hu's palm.
With a flip of Lin Fan's wrist, Chen Hu's arm twisted like a pretzel.
Aow~
Chen Hu immediately let out a miserable cry, cold sweat seeping from his forehead!
"If you dare to touch me, I swear you won't leave Yanjing." Chen Hu said in a menacing tone.
