Looking for Teeth on the Ground

"You want to attack me with just a few useless men?" Zhou Lin snorted coldly, looking down on the few people around him.

At a glance, none of them could even fight.

"Young man, don't speak too early. You're alone. Even if you can fight, what can you do?" The bald man looked at Zhou Lin arrogantly, as if he had not thought of Zhou Lin's identity.

Before the other party could make a move, Zhou Lin took the lead. He took out the small knife he carried with him and aimed at those people.

"I didn't expect you to bring a self-defense weapon with you." Mr. Liang looked at Zhou Lin with disdain. He was certain that this small knife could not do anything big.

"Oh?" Zhou Lin raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at everyone who was eager to make a move. "Since you don't believe me, then come up and try. "

The other party's men rushed forward one after another, but before they could exchange two moves, they were knocked to the ground by Zhou Lin.