In Lin Tian's impression, Li was a bookworm who wore large-framed glasses and clutched a copy of Romance of the Three Kingdoms. He spoke little but was secretly a playful type of guy, who liked quiet girls.
He didn't like fighting, nor did he know how to fight.
Everyone has a temper, and Li was no exception. Especially for someone like him who usually didn't sweat the small stuff, once his temper exploded, he seemed like a different person, capable of anything.
Now he was lying on the ground, looking disheveled, but his gaze was fierce, like a lone wolf on the prairies, brimming with wild courage.
"If you have the guts, throw that chair down! If you don't, you're a coward!" Li shouted.
Even though he was a bit weaker now, he wasn't afraid at all. He's a man, what does a little suffering matter? Worst comes to worst, in a few days he could make this kid's entire family live in chaos, unable to find peace.
