The black-haired young man who had been flung away hastily covered his mouth, suddenly realizing that several of his front teeth had been knocked out by his opponent! The pain was so intense that he almost shed tears.
Just one slap had knocked out several of his teeth, how could he not be enraged!
Moreover, his mouth was full of a thick mixture of blood.
"Does it hurt?" Lin Zifeng shrugged his shoulders, looking at them with a smile that was not quite a smile.
"Kill this little bastard for me!" the black-haired young man roared in a frenzy.
Pointing at Lin Zifeng, he howled hysterically.
"There are truly far too many who want me dead, but in the end, they all die because of me. My sins, my sins!" Lin Zifeng closed his eyes, and placed his palms together in front of his chest.
The expression beneath the mask was indiscernible, whether it was of joy or sorrow.
Not until the three men charged at Lin Zifeng with their fists raised.