Lin Dong turned his head to the man with a scar on his face. There was a slight killing in his eyes. His expression was indifferent. "I don't like people interrupting me and giving you ten seconds to roll out of my sight, not to be arrogant."

Scar man looks at Lindong like a fool and sneers: "You grabbed my lines and gave you five seconds to get away. I want two of them, otherwise..."

Before he spoke, he suddenly felt a real killing, and a figure was rapidly enlarged in his pupil.

"Quick speed." Scar man was shocked. The first reaction was to take out the pistol in his...