Chapter 48: The Strongest Man on Land

WHAT?

A group of South Korean thugs looked at me in surprise.

The guy in front of them wearing a white shirt and black trousers was rolling up his sleeves, calmly looking at them with a defiant expression.

This is an order, not a request?

The thugs showed me angry expressions, widening their eyes, putting down the chopsticks, and each stood up.

There were eight guys in front of me, one of whom turned and walked into the private room behind the hall.

Seven thugs, the closest one to me walked up to me.

With a contemptuous attitude, he looked at me mockingly, a sneer on his face.

"Have you lived too long?"

"So what?" I stared at his cheek.

"So, you came here to commit suicide. Kid, I'm in a good mood now, I won't kill you."

The thug reached out his hand to touch my left chest.

His fingers poked at my shirt, "I'll make sure you spend the rest of your life in a hospital."

Crack, I caught his finger, applied force to his wrist, pressing it down.

"Oh, GOD!"