Ling Han was dishing out a beatdown.
Even though he managed to prove that Xin Qihu had been pretending this whole time, the latter only had himself to blame for harboring thoughts of killing Ling Han to begin with. What was more important was that the guy had a face that just deserved to be beaten up.
After venting his frustration, Ling Han finally stopped, smiling with satisfaction.
So what if he was a Sixth Tier? Xin Qihu was still beaten to a bloody pulp. His face was absolutely horrendous.
"Ling Han!" Xin Qihu yelled.
Ling Han glared. "Say my name one more time, and I will beat you up for another hour. Do you believe me?"
Xin Qihu had no choice but to fall silent. After all, Ling Han possessed great power now, and could easily torment him.
Although his life wasn't being threatened anymore, he still wanted to hold on to his pride.
"Alright, that's enough. Come, let us have a drink." Bai Mifan quickly conciliated both parties.