Lin Fan was too fierce, four burly men, all taken down by him in seconds, including that seemingly tough guy in sunglasses, whom Lin Fan slapped to the ground, his foot stepping on the man's head.
If Lin Fan exerted a little more force, no one would doubt that this burly man's head might burst like a rotten tomato.
The burly man, who was confident just a minute ago, was almost scared to wet his pants. He finally realized that he had run into an expert, and not just any expert.
"Now tell me, who is your boss?" Lin Fan asked coldly, "I will only ask once, as idiots won't answer me. I can assure you, a little more pressure from my foot will ruin your brain, and you'll be a vegetable for the rest of your life."
The man in sunglasses didn't want to become a fool. Death seemed preferable, but he didn't want to die either.
"Wait, I'll talk. We're just workers, no need to get hurt. Our boss is named Chen the Third."
