"Alright, you two, take this guy down first!"
Zhao Zhengyi said to two of his underlings, "I don't want to see this guy!"
"Yes!"
The two underlings rushed out, ready to make a move on Lin Fan.
"Wait a minute!"
Lin Fan waved his hand and said.
"Hm?"
Zhao Zhengyi's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he asked, "In this situation, what else do you have to say?"
Lin Fan shook his head and said, "You don't need them to make a move, because they are not my match at all. If you really want to kill me, you have to do it yourself."
Zhao Zhengyi did not say anything, just looked at Lin Fan with a dark face.
After a while, Zhao Zhengyi burst into a big laugh, loudly saying, "Good, very good, excellent, since you insist on dying by my hands, then I will grant your wish!"
As he spoke, Zhao Zhengyi made his move.
He mobilized all of his Physical Energy, fusing it into a single punch, and smashed it straight at Lin Fan.
The moment he struck, a cold smile appeared on Zhao Zhengyi's face.