"Ah!"
With that strike, Lin Fan was knocked to the ground. It wasn't until that moment that he saw clearly the person punching him was indeed Wei Pengcheng.
"Son of a bitch, you actually dare to snitch!"
Wei Pengcheng, clenching his fist, looked down at Lin Fan with contempt.
"Wei Pengcheng... you actually dare to hit me... I'll definitely tell your wife!"
Lin Fan, who hadn't expected to be punched to the ground as soon as he entered, covered his stomach from the pain and glared angrily at Wei Pengcheng.
"You want to snitch, right? Well, I'll let you snitch!"
Wei Pengcheng sneered and then kicked, his solid military boot striking Lin Fan's body with considerable pain.
"Fuck your mother... Wei Pengcheng... if you have the guts, just kill me... otherwise, I'll make sure to take you down!"
Lin Fan, having lost the initiative, could only curl up, arms around his head and legs bunched up to protect himself, but his eyes were searching for an opportunity through the gaps.
