"Stop acting arrogant, I'm not afraid of you today!"
Li Chengyou sat in the wheelchair, smirking coldly.
In front of him appeared Lin Zhongyong and Li Haiyu, like two large mountains, shielding him from the fierce wind.
At that moment, Ghost Blade furrowed his brow.
Either Lin Zhongyong or Li Haiyu was no lesser than Crow Brother; where on earth did Li Chengyou find such formidable people?
Dealing with one would likely exhaust all of Ghost Blade's strength.
And it wasn't even sure if he could handle one; facing both, he would definitely be outmatched.
The security guards also grew tense.
Lin Zhongyong and Li Haiyu, like rulers returning from ancient times, imposed an intense psychological pressure on them.
Compared to them, Xiao Chen remained nonchalant, sitting there and smoking, "Inviting two helpers and causing trouble again, you really haven't learned your lesson."
"Shut up!"
Lin Zhongyong shouted.
The roar sounded like the Wrath of Thunder.