Just then, to everyone's surprise, faced with Hait's unstoppable punch, Lin Beichen neither begged for mercy nor tried to flee. Instead, he calmly stepped forward, extended his right hand, slightly bent his index finger as if flicking a marble, and gently flicked Hait's punch.
At the same time, he said indifferently, "To call you a stray dog is already praise. A stray dog, when encountering a stronger foe, knows to lower its head and admit defeat, tucking its tail between its legs to run away. Yet you, this worthless being, can't even assess the situation."
"Not only do you persist in barking madly in front of me, but you dare to make a move against me? It's like a foolish ant trying to shake a tree, overestimating its abilities."
"Bang!"
Lin Beichen's finger lightly flicked against Hait's fist.
"Crack!"
The sound of bones shattering was clearly audible.
Everyone was momentarily dumbfounded, then turned their gaze toward Lin Beichen as if viewing an idiot.
