Guo Zichao and his three companions surrounded Lin Feng. They wore triumphant and arrogant expressions, assuming Lin Feng, a first-year student, was scared.
Lin Feng swept a glance over the four of them and said indifferently, "I know why you're after me. You're looking for death!"
"Damn it, you're the one looking for death! Do you believe the four of us can't beat the crap out of you right here?!"
Wu Lin, standing next to Guo Zichao, was instantly incensed by Lin Feng's words. He already despised Lin Feng. Now, with the odds in his favor, he was eager to humiliate him.
"I really don't believe it!"
With a cold laugh, Lin Feng looked contemptuously at Wu Lin.
Stared down by Lin Feng like this, Wu Lin flew into a rage and hurled his fist toward Lin Feng.
SMACK!
Wu Lin was quick, but Lin Feng was quicker. Just as Wu Lin raised his hand, Lin Feng struck, landing a resounding slap on Wu Lin's face that left an imprint.
