"Whoa, who's this meddlesome fatty? Let go of me."
Ma Lin glanced at the imposing Wang Qian, who snorted coldly. Despite his seemingly harmless and simple demeanor in front of Li Feng, in Huacheng, this Wang Qian was infamously known as a smiling tiger who spares no one.
Wang Qian twisted his hand, and with a crack of his fingers, Ma Lin immediately shrank back, inhaling sharply from the pain.
"Damn it, you fat bastard, you're asking for it."
Seeing Ma Lin at a disadvantage, Liu De didn't hesitate to kick towards Wang Qian. Surprisingly, Wang Qian didn't even flinch. With a contraction of his belly, he sent Liu De flying to the ground.
"Shit, causing trouble here in Bright Moon Building, you're done for, you fatso! And you, Li Feng, you're done for too."
"Let go of Ma Lin right now, or don't even think about leaving Bright Moon Building on your feet today."
