Lin Feng coldly glanced at Lone Wolf, casually placed two bottles of alcohol from his hands onto the table, and stared icily at the two other punks holding bottles...
"B-Boss, don't misunderstand, we brought these to drink ourselves..." The two punks trembled under Lin Feng's gaze, and quickly explained to him as they awkwardly started chugging their own booze...
In an instant, the tables turned, and Lin Feng was like a hungry wolf, overlooking the five punks standing in front of him...
"Brother Wolf, heard you want to mess with me?" Lin Feng asked with a playful curiosity, looking at Lone Wolf with a smile.
"N-No, buddy, you misunderstood..." By now Lone Wolf didn't even dare meet Lin Feng's eyes. Despite being high-profile in his actions, he was ultimately just a low-level punk from the Qingzi Sect—good for bullying decent women, but utterly useless against a pro like Lin Feng...
