"Who I am doesn't matter. What matters is, you're in trouble now, kid!"
Lin Mu smiled slyly, curling up his lips, and swung a slap... followed by an expected thrashing...
A soldier king versus a hoodlum, the outcome was naturally clear. In less than two minutes, Chen Qiao was getting thrashed ********, not even having the time to utter a harsh word. He crawled out rolling and scrambling.
"Alan, is this your boyfriend? What a young man, his skills are so crisp and swift, he's not inferior to what I was back in the day." Roland's father, Luo Chenghai, gave a thumbs up with a face full of appreciation.
Lin Mu, Sophie: "..."
"Dad, what are you talking about!" Roland's expression was hugely embarrassed.
