Seeing that the people in front and behind were all his own, the thug was full of smugness, thinking the victory was already in his grasp and that he could easily subdue Lin Beichen.
"What the hell do you think you are? You actually want to cooperate with Lan Zihua's company? I advise you to drop that idea right now." The thug started cursing at Lin Beichen.
With so many people on his side, even if Lin Beichen was tough, two fists can't beat four hands—sooner or later he'd fall into his hands.
"Seeing all these people, you must be scared out of your mind, right? If you want me to let you go, get on your knees and kowtow, and promise that from now on you'll have nothing to do with Lan Zihua." The thug even made such a demand.
If it were someone else, they might really be scared by this kind of show of force and do exactly what he said.
But Lin Beichen was not that kind of person; he would never listen to what this thug said.
