Blonde Hair saw Lin Fan and was almost scared out of his wits. How did this guy appear again? He thought he wouldn't run into Lin Fan anymore, but here they were, and he was caught red-handed by Lin Fan.
"Haha, brother, it's nothing. I was just joking with him." Blonde Hair said with a grin.
Lin Fan said, "Tearing up someone's documents and then trying to hit them is a joke? Can I joke with you that way too?"
Blonde Hair's heart trembled. Lin Fan's jokes are not to be taken lightly; they can be deadly. Last night's gang of hooligans couldn't even get up this morning, and every move made them grimace in pain. Maybe Lin Fan was drunk last night. Though he held back, he still beat them badly. If Lin Fan were to pat him, he'd be a cripple.
"Brother, I don't dare anymore, really I don't dare, please spare me?" Blonde Hair pleaded, his face looking miserable, sweat breaking out on his forehead.
