"Do you recognize me?"
Seeing this, Lin Fan's eyes turned icy as he pointed toward the manager in the corner.
"Then why deliberately make things difficult for me, time and time again?"
"Uh, this... this must just be a misunderstanding..." Brother Zhilong forced a smile that looked worse than crying. Damn it, who in Haicheng's underworld doesn't know of a fearsome man like Lin Fan? Even Brother Dao suffered a major loss at his hands, making Mr. Chen Biao himself extremely wary. After all, the Black Tiger Hall had never been one to swallow insults. They always took revenge, never letting a grudge last overnight! As for the members within the hall, the name Lin Fan was as renowned as thunder. They had even memorized his face, wishing they could run and hide whenever he was near!
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
The more Brother Zhilong thought about it, the angrier he became. He couldn't stop himself from grabbing the manager by the back of his collar and slapping him repeatedly across the face.
