Lin Fan's eye twitched viciously.
But he remained motionless.
"Trash!"
"Trash!"
"Trash!"
The young man roared three times, deafeningly loud, shaking the earth and mountains.
It seemed Lin Fan's previous remark about being trash had completely enraged him.
It was as if it had hit a sore spot.
He gnashed his teeth, his face red and veins bulging.
He was a completely different person from the elegant young man earlier, as if wearing a new face.
His expression was exceedingly ugly, turning from livid to crimson to a dark liver-red.
Strange cries came from his mouth, like sounds from Hell itself.
The ferocious and terrifying posture seemed to want to drag Lin Fan into Hell.
"Despicable! You're too despicable! How dare you underestimate me! Just now, I held back to show mercy, do you really think I'm afraid of you? How could I be afraid of trash like you? Die now!"
Half a breath!
