Lin Baici was usually easygoing, with a smile on his lips. He looked like a sunny, cheerful young man.
But in truth, Lin Baici had killed plenty of people and eaten several gods. He was the Lin God of Haijing, and the youngest Nine Provinces Dragon Wing.
As the old saying went, When you wield a deadly weapon, the urge to kill rises.
Once someone possessed powerful strength, they would instinctively want to use it to solve problems.
Lin Baici hadn't meant to kill the man, but the aura forged by wading through mountains of corpses and seas of blood spilled out naturally when he got angry.
The pressure was immense!
Not only were Hong Shaojian and the two people facing Lin Baici terrified; even Liu Zilu and the others standing nearby were starting to panic. They hardly dared breathe.
They had a feeling that if the streamer kept running his mouth, the Great Class Monitor would absolutely grab a chair and smash him until his head was bloody.
"Baici!"
Ji Xinyan called out to him and hurried over to grab his arm.
She was afraid he might act on impulse
and hit the man.
These days, if you didn't have connections, it was best not to get into fights. Lose, and you'd end up in the hospital; win, and you'd end up in jail.
Hong Shaojian had been scared out of his wits, but when he saw Ji Xinyan holding back the imposing young man, he started acting tough again.
"What? You wanna hit me?"
Hong Shaojian turned and nodded toward the selfie stick in his female assistant's hand. "If you've got the guts, don't be afraid of being livestreamed. Come hit me!"
Hong Shaojian was a scheming bastard. He was deliberately provoking Lin Baici, hoping to make him