Standing in front of others and saying

Following Lin Hanxing's hand gesture, Lei Xiao's subordinates and the members of the Hua Ji Hong gang who were originally standing in the dark walked out. Like a circle, they surrounded the group of people who had been shouting at najilie.

When Lin Hanxing and Lei Xiao appeared, Zuo Xiangdong had already returned to the mute uncle's side.

"Didn't you want an explanation? Why is there no sound?"

Lin Hanxing's tone was sarcastic as he glanced at the faces below the stage.

"Who ... Who are you?"

The man who had been the first to cause trouble with the fruit knife had a hoarse voice and his hands were trembling.

"Me?"

A careless smile slowly bloomed on his frosty face, as if he was playing with his prey before a hunt, making people shiver in fear.

"You can call me Lin Hanxing,"