"How could I possibly drink this?"
Lin Hao's face changed color again and again, and Li Feng turned to look at Lin Hao, "What's wrong, doesn't Young Master Lin give me this face, or does Young Master Lin want to have a life and death struggle with me?"
Lin Hao stiffened his neck, and of course, cursed Li Feng bloody in his heart. If I could beat you, I would never let you off, life and death struggle it is then.
But these words Lin Hao didn't dare say out loud. Previously, Zhao Dawei was beaten by Li Feng to a bloody pulp, hardly looking human anymore. That was a real beating, with every punch striking flesh, terrifying and painful.
Zhao Dawei, that guy, was trained in the Golden Bell Shield and Iron Cloth techniques and he was beaten to unconsciousness so much so that he was almost killed. If it were him, could he withstand even a couple of strikes?
Lin Hao swallowed hard. Li Feng, holding a large draft beer mug, walked straight up to Lin Hao, "Young Master Lin, drink up."