"Stop, stop, Brother Lin, if you don't stop now, it's going to snap," Zhou Botong shouted, his face looking a bit unsightly.
Lin Tian stopped and saw that the issue was with the pulling posture, Zhou Botong had been choked.
"Your reaction's a bit slow, could it be excessive internal heat? Brother, let me give you a couple of acupuncture needles," Lin Tian put him down and joked.
"What needles? I'm good in the kidney department, a real man, and you're saying I have excessive internal heat?" Zhou Botong, feeling challenged, retorted loudly.
While he was speaking loudly, a BMW car drove by in front of them, with the car window half-open. The person in the back seat stealthily glanced at Lin Tian, then closed the window.
"Brother Lin, those two women were in that BMW just now, did you see them?" Zhou Botong called out. Despite bending over, his eyes were sharp.