Lin Tian glanced at the person talking to him. A square face, small eyes, big mouth, a buzz cut dyed white.
Lin Tian recalled briefly in his mind; he didn't recognize this person. Where did he come from?
"You must be mistaken," Lin Tian said.
The white buzz cut sneered, "I'm not mistaken; I never forget anyone who offends me, and today you just happened to offend me."
Lin Tian furrowed his brow, recalling that today he only fought with people from the Feihong Association. In his memory, that guy wasn't from the Feihong Association at all.
The white buzz cut continued, "Let me give you a hint. I have my eyes on Miss Qingcheng, and you're her boyfriend? So naturally, we're at odds."
Lin Tian was speechless for a while, finally squeezing out a word: "Sorry, too many people saw Qingcheng today, and you look both ugly and unremarkable, so I didn't notice you."
