Han Lie looked around and quickly spotted his next target in the crowd.
It was a man in his early thirties, with a wide forehead, a large nose, a thick frame, and exceptionally strong muscles, wearing a tight tank top stretched taut by his pectorals.
He was about the same height as Han Lie, around 185 centimeters, but he weighed at least 90 to 100 kilograms—an absolute heavyweight fighter.
Han Lie found him, then lifted his right hand and bit the fastening strap of his boxing gloves with his teeth, tearing it off violently.
RIP!
Everyone nearby was stunned. What was he doing?
Han Lie kept his gaze fixed on the man. He slowly took off his gloves in a deliberate manner and casually threw them at him.
"Hasn't my girlfriend told you not to stand in front of her?"
What the hell?!
The whole place went silent, shocked by Han Lie's actions.
The man caught the thrown gloves in a daze and then laughed in anger.
Han Lie was not being unreasonable.
