The man in a white suit walked up to Blonde Hair, lowered his head and observed him for a moment, and took two puffs of his cigarette.
"Who hit him?"
The man in the white suit asked.
The thug pointed at Lin Fan with his hand: "It was this guy."
The man in the white suit turned around, his gaze falling on Lin Fan, sizing him up.
"Did you hit him?" the man in the white suit asked, seemingly a bit surprised. Lin Fan was much younger than he had imagined.
Such a young man, able to punch a person into the air, was truly unbelievable.
Lin Fan was drinking porridge and ignored the man in white.
The vendor, trying to stall for time, gave Lin Fan freshly made millet porridge, which was indeed very good. Lin Fan focused on eating the porridge, too lazy to bother with the other person.
"Kid, Brother Chicken is talking to you!" a thug yelled.
Lin Fan still disregarded him.
