Forget it!
Can't afford to mess with him!
Lin Baici stood in front of "Durian Too Expensive". Before he could speak, "Durian Too Expensive" acted on his own.
Slap! Slap!
"Durian Too Expensive" slapped himself across the face four times.
"Big Cousin, I'll listen to you next time!"
"Durian Too Expensive" quickly stated his position.
He wasn't stupid—he knew if Lin Baici acted, it would hurt a lot more. Better to do it himself, make a show of it, and move on.
"Do you think you're pretty clever, huh?"
Lin Baici let out a mocking laugh and swung his hand.
Smack!
"Durian Too Expensive" was stunned; he couldn't even stand straight, staggered back a few steps, and fell to the ground on his butt.
Spit!
Two teeth fell out.
Lin Baici turned his gaze to "Attack Speed Shoes."
The heart of "Attack Speed Shoes" skipped a beat, and he began to regret speaking too much earlier.
Right?!
Who the hell am I?
What right do I have to give orders to Big Cousin?
