At that moment, a man wearing a black cloak along with a group of people walked in. The man bore a slight resemblance to Liao Long and was over 1.8 meters tall, his face full of horizontal flesh, and he had a burly physique. On his feet were a pair of boots, and in his hand, he held a steel knife as he slowly approached the home of Li Minghua with a cigarette clutched in his mouth.
"Who is Lin Chuan here?" The man with his face full of horizontal flesh narrowed his eyes, carrying an aura of 'I own the world'.
"Who the fuck are you?" Zhou Kai held an axe in both hands.
"When the master speaks, dogs should not bark!" The man disdainfully looked at Zhou Kai.
At this moment, Lin Chuan and Zhao Zhonghai both stood up.
The man with the horizontal flesh glanced at the two, sweeping his gaze from Lin Chuan's body. Eventually, his gaze settled on Zhao Zhonghai, as he coldly asked, "If I'm not mistaken, you must be Lin Chuan, right?"
