Lin Mo finished speaking and then saw a few young men bursting out from the small woods behind him.
Soon after, the leader, a youth with a scar on his face, stared fiercely at Lin Mo:
"Kid, was it you who beat up my little brother?"
Lin Mo exhaled a smoke ring and, too lazy to give him a glance, said indifferently,
"I've beaten up a lot of people today, I'm not sure which one you're referring to?"
Hearing this, Scar Face and his followers exchanged astonished glances.
Then, Scar Face snorted coldly:
"Kid, you're pretty arrogant, huh?"
"For people like you, surviving until the next day would be a miracle!"
"Are you going to kneel down and beg for mercy, or should we do it ourselves?"
Lin Mo exhaled another smoke ring, looking at them with a sardonic grin, and spoke lightly,
"You guys go ahead and do it."
"Hahaha…"
At that, Scar Face and his lackeys burst into laughter.
Scar Face, with a face full of amusement, looked at Lin Mo and crunched his fist with a teasing grin,