Regret, such deep regret.
If time could be turned back, Brother Hong would rather apologize to Lin Fan, slap himself three times, and even consider kneeling down to apologize.
He never imagined being in such a miserable state; he had never experienced this in his life. His fist was forcibly crushed, the pain piercing through his heart!
This kind of pain is truly unbearable for most people.
"But..." Lin Fan said calmly, "My previous condition still stands. If you comply, I will forgive you. If you're still not convinced and want to fight me, I'll be here for you until you don't want to play anymore."
Play?
Play my ass!
Hong Jinsui didn't want to play anymore. His once iron fist, capable of turning opponents into idiots with one punch, felt as fragile as tofu before Lin Fan, shattering at a touch.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Lin, I was wrong; I shouldn't have done that," Hong Jinsui said, feeling a bit like crying, just like a child.
