"It's good that he came, saves me the trouble of dealing with it myself," Lin Beichen continued, "To be honest, while squashing you small fry is effortless, I'd still prefer not to dirty my hands myself, especially since you guys stink too much, killing you would just taint my hands."
After all, he was a member of the Special Forces' Poisonous Snake unit. Even if he didn't care about his own image, he had to consider the unit's reputation.
In front of so many people, Lin Beichen preferred not to act if he could avoid it, because even if these guys were trash, taking action in public wouldn't look good.
Rotten fish, stinking shrimp?
Disgusting to the touch even in death?
Cai Wuneng's rage instantly flared upon hearing these words. He glared at Lin Beichen, his eyes filled with fury and murderous intent, and snarled like a mad dog, "You little punk, what did you say?"
