The drunken man was shouting obscenities and reached out to grab Huo Xuan'Er.
However, at that moment, he suddenly let out a scream. Lin Beichen had already made a move and firmly grabbed his arm.
"Say one more word, and I'll break your arm." Lin Beichen said flatly. That's just the kind of person he is, saying the most domineering things in the simplest tone.
The drunken man sobered up halfway and dared not act recklessly anymore.
Then, he turned his gaze to Lin Beichen and opened his mouth with a look of confusion:
"Who the hell are you, and why are you interfering in our dispute?"
Lin Beichen heard this, a cold smile rose at the corner of his mouth, and he leisurely replied:
"Who am I? I'm just a close friend of these two ladies."
"When encountering injustice, I naturally step forward."
Before the words were finished, he gently swung his arm, and the burly man flew out like a leaf caught in a gale, screaming as he fell to the ground, head broken and bleeding.
