The bald man, who had been thoroughly pummeled by Lin Li, lay twitching on the ground. After gasping for a few breaths, the pain eased slightly. He managed to ask Lin Li, "You... You're a Cultivator...?!"
"Take a guess," Lin Li said coolly, glancing at the bald man.
"You have to be a Cultivator!!!" the bald man said with conviction, recalling Lin Li's inhuman speed and the crushing power of his fists and feet.
Lin Li ignored him, pulled his phone out of his pocket, and dialed the number for the police.
The moment the bald man saw Lin Li take out his phone and start dialing, he knew exactly who he was calling.
Ignoring the pain wracking his body, the bald man quickly shouted to Lin Li.
"Hey, man, don't call the cops! It's all a misunderstanding. We were wrong. We can give you a big pile of cash as compensation."
Lin Li, still on the phone, shot the shouting bald man a sidelong glance, his eyes filled with contempt.
