Fuck!
Screwed up.
But backing off now would just make me look weak.
Gotta go all in.
"You can call me Lin Da Hungry Man!"
Lin Baici didn't give his actual name—because this guy didn't deserve to know it. Besides, that face across from him was all too familiar; he'd killed it once before in the game.
"I'm Cangtian Song. Remember me?"
Batugel sneered coldly: "Didn't you enjoy killing me so much in the game? Well, here I am, right in front of you now. Go on, try killing me again!"
Batugel was Mongolian. His family raised horses. He'd been brawling since he was a kid. Wrestled, played basketball, boxed, even tried weightlifting for a while. He joined the provincial team later, but got kicked out after beating someone into the ICU.
Everyone hearing Batugel's words pieced together why he was targeting Big Cousin.
Tch!
What a petty guy. Online, he'd totally be the type to say something like, "Come meet me with a knife!"
"Big Cousin, just don't argue with him!"
