"This, this is impossible!"
The fatso was stunned, his chubby cheeks twitching violently, disbelieving as he looked at Lin Hai whose expression was light and breezy.
How could this be possible? He had hired his three bodyguards at a high price, who were said to be top-notch fighters in the Black Market Boxing.
"What top-notch my ass, what good hands my a*s!" The fatso wanted to curse his mother.
Seeing Lin Hai's gaze turn towards him, the fatso's previous arrogance had vanished, his eyes so cowardly he dared not meet Lin Hai's.
"Tsks, weren't you going to beat me to death just now?" Lin Hai blinked.
"No, big brother, it... it was just a joke, just a joke, big brother. Please have mercy and let me off as if I'm just a fart." The fatso pleaded in panic and fear, quickly waving his hands.
"Big fatso, when I made a move just now, a thread on my shoe came loose," Lin Hai said indifferently.
