Whoosh!
The wine bottle flew fast, straight at the back of Lin Fan's head!
Lin Fan's gaze turned icy. These people were seeking death!
He suddenly reached out, caught the flying bottle, and tightened his grip.
Bang! The bottle exploded in his hand, liquor spraying everywhere!
Flying Eagle hurriedly waved his hand. "Kill him!"
In an instant, cries of battle surged sky-high through the scene.
The thugs and martial artists mixed together, every one of them exceptionally formidable.
With machetes and baseball bats in hand, they swarmed forward in a rush.
Lin Fan was no ordinary man.
He was a Fifth Rank Eighth Stage Master, the Border Wolf King!
These black-market scum, feared by outsiders, were nothing but trash in his eyes!
He shifted his body, and the swivel chair beneath him immediately turned toward the Sea Brake Society members.
He drove a powerful kick into the Scapegoat Bird.
With that single kick, bodies crashed into bodies, and a whole swath of people fell.
Lin Fan flipped to his feet and charged into the crowd.
One punch sent one person flying. He snatched away a baseball bat and smashed them one after another as if playing whack-a-mole.
The scene was utter chaos, and someone began shouting wildly!
"Ah!"
"Take my sword! China's number one sword, the White Emperor Sacred Sword—sword, follow my command!!"
Lin Fan did not need to use any true force at all against these people.
His powerful physical body alone was enough to smash them to pieces.
At first, he had thought that since he had accidentally killed the Sea Brake Society's Young Master, it was only natural for them to seek repayment with his life.
But in this situation, how could he possibly surrender without a fight?
Lin Fan swung the baseball bat in one hand