He didn't sound very serious, so it was natural that no one believed him.
Liu Peng and the others had scornful expressions.
"You're wearing a mask, and don't dare to even tell us your name, but you talk big, don't you?" Liu Peng sneered and the others burst into laughter.
"I'm too lazy to kill a fly that happens to fly by, but if the fly thinks it's great, it's courting death."
Jiang Chen hadn't wanted to respond to this cheap guy at all, but he had gone so far that he had set Jiang Chen off.
"Who did you say was a fly?" Liu Peng flew into a rage. He strode forward and tried to grasp Jiang Chen's clothes.
Jiang Chen shrugged his shoulders. People heard Liu Peng screaming and tumbling four or five yards away, not stopping until he hit a wooden barrel.
People stopped laughing. They hadn't seen how Jiang Chen had attacked, and it hadn't been a playful attack. Liu Peng's face was covered with blood. He couldn't even get to his feet.