In the midst of shock, everyone looked at Lin Beichen with eyes that carried a trace of pity. In their view, facing a monstrous punch from Gang Lie, Lin Beichen was probably going to die on the spot.
Li Meiting and the other women couldn't help but vividly imagine the horrifying scene of Lin Beichen's blood splattering everywhere, so they closed their eyes, not daring to witness the bloody spectacle that would follow.
"Kid, I'm going to show you now who is really insignificant," Gang Lie roared, his fist speed increasing again, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Lin Beichen. Seeing that enormous fist about to smash into Lin Beichen's forehead, he sneered, "Die!"
However, just when Gang Lie thought he had victory in his grasp, when everyone thought Lin Beichen was certainly doomed, in the instant when Lan Zihua was flustered and at a loss.
Lin Beichen merely let out a cold snort: "Humph."
