On the other side, Zheng Jiaming shouted like a mad dog, but he secretly retreated, fearing Lin Beichen might strike suddenly. However, he quickly realized that Lin Beichen was simply standing still without making any move.
This made him despise Lin Beichen even more: "Ha, I thought you were formidable, but you're nothing but a fool. You're unaware of the impending danger. You still have time to escape now, or you'll be dead when my people arrive!"
Just then, the distant rumbling of a large truck was heard. Zheng Jiaming was overjoyed: "My savior has arrived! Lin Beichen, you bastard, you're doomed now!" He shouted in fury, as if already seeing the dawn of victory.
The surrounding spectators also grew restless, sensing the approaching storm.
Huo Xuan'Er was so nervous her chest heaved violently. She saw a green pickup truck approaching, from which four or five dozen burly men jumped out, all armed, surrounding Lin Beichen and his group.
"Kill!" The men roared aggressively.
