Blonde Hair and his crew felt like their authority was being challenged and planned to beat up Lin Fan. In their minds, these hooligans were the ones who owned the streets - who wouldn't be scared of them? But now there was a guy who wasn't afraid at all, and people around were watching. If they don't assert their dominance, where will their reputation go?
"Don't come any closer!" Wei Qingxue said, looking a bit tense.
She was worried about Lin Fan. Of all people, these hooligans had to pick Lin Fan to mess with. They must have a death wish. If Lin Fan wasn't careful and broke their legs, the medical costs would be a hassle.
Even though Lin Fan wasn't short on money now, with a sales performance of three to four hundred million and millions in commission, he could afford the medical costs for a few people. But it's not about whether he can afford it; spending money on these hooligans is just a waste.
They simply aren't worth it.
