The old man's expression changed dramatically.
'A madman!'
'This kid is an absolute madman!'
'What gives him the right to be so arrogant?'
'What makes him so conceited?'
'That's Jiang Guohong we're talking about!'
'That's Black September!'
'And this guy... he doesn't give a damn about any of them?'
However, before the old man could say another word, Lin Han suddenly struck, his hand clamping around Wu Dawei's throat.
"Save me... save me..."
Wu Dawei's legs thrashed wildly as he clawed desperately at Lin Han's arm. But no matter how much he struggled, Lin Han's hand was like an iron vise, completely immovable.
SNAP!
A crack of breaking bone rang out.
Wu Dawei stopped struggling instantly.
His body slowly went limp. His expression was frozen, filled with indignation and regret.
Just as Lin Han had said, if he hadn't provoked him, he could have continued living his life as the young master of the Wu Family in the Capital City.
