Chen Tianlin breathed heavily, his eyebrows cracked slightly, the red blood oozed out, and his face was bruised. He wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and looked at more than ten little bastards whining on the ground.

These people are very weak, just ordinary little bastards on the street. If they weren't to protect the woman behind them, Chen Tianlin would not have made them look so ugly, but eventually settled down these small ruffians.

These guys shouldn't have been sent by their opponents. The specifications are too low to be funny, but they really came for themselves. Chen Tianlin guessed that the only possibility should be...