C54 A hooligan fears evil spirits

Long Lin slowly turned around and looked at the 12 people who surrounded him in a fan shape, a cold light flashed past his eyes.

"It's still too late to get lost." Long Lin scanned everyone one by one, and said coldly, "Don't let this daddy take action."

"Brat, you're courting death."

A hoodlum clamored as he rushed forward, his sharp blade mercilessly slashing at Long Lin's right shoulder