In the private box.
Xian Jingzheng was angrily stamped on by Jin Gaopeng, and his ribs at the chest were all broken.
He screamed in agony as he curled up on the ground, his body trembling and his face filled with terror.
"Spare me..."
Xian Jingzheng wanted to roll over and cling to Jin Gaopeng's leg or try to crawl towards Lin Tian, but the pain in his chest was so severe that he couldn't move and could only beg in a low voice.
But at this moment, Jin Gaopeng had no intention of paying attention to Xian Jingzheng; he respectfully bowed to Lin Tian, his face uneasy.
He hadn't been held accountable for the last incident and now he had once again crossed paths with trouble; he was truly terrified.
"How much money did you take from him?"
Lin Tian's extremely cold gaze fell upon Jin Gaopeng, his voice indifferent to the extreme.
Bang~
