In front of him, not just these rabble, even those mercenaries withdrawn from the South African battlefield, fully armed, might not be his match.
As a man with a system, he is just this strong, this confident.
"Bastard, I gave you a chance to live, and you didn't cherish it, fine. But daring to insult me? You must be tired of living." Luo Maoran widened his eyes upon hearing this, snarling at Lin Beichen with a ferocious face: "Since you so desperately want to die, I shall grant your wish."
With that, he stomped his right leg on the ground, and the hard marble floor was imprinted with a deep footprint. Using this force, Luo Maoran spread his arms and rushed towards Lin Beichen like a soaring wild goose.
When he swooped over Lin Beichen, he swung his fist without hesitation, aiming fiercely at Lin Beichen's forehead.
