In a refugee camp, a burly man stood in the middle of the road, yet he had over a dozen people cowed.
"Lin, have you really set your heart against me?" Zhang Hu glared at his archenemy, grinding his teeth in hatred, wishing he could pounce on him and beat him to a pulp.
Behind Zhang Hu, more than a dozen men cheering him on also eyed Lin warily.
A brutal fight was about to erupt at any moment!
Lin Yong looked emotionless as he faced the blustering Zhang Hu and his group, the words he spat out were enough to infuriate anyone to death, "Look at you lot, so pathetic that you only dare to bully the old, the weak, the women, and the children. If you have the guts, have a proper fight with me. Whoever loses is the grandson!"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Hu and his men's eyes blazed with fire, their faces turning red with anger and their nostrils flaring.