C112 Fighting Ground!

A trace of blood appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the fear in the middle-aged man's eyes was self-evident. The martial skill in his hand abruptly stopped. But Lin Fan's fist did not slow down in the slightest, heavily landing on the middle-aged man's body.

"You …" The middle-aged man's body slightly trembled. His gaze was unfocused as he looked at Lin Fan. Just as he spoke a single word