894: C894 I'il Call You and Tell You

C894 I'il Call You and Tell You

The Pauper's expression changed. This time, he was visibly moved.

Ruthlessness flashed in his eyes as he took a deep breath. "It looks like you're here to find fault."

"No, no, no. I just said it very clearly."

Lin Fann waved the midnight snack in his hand and smiled, "I bought one for you. I'm here to chat and fart with you."

"I'm just a beggar."

The moment he said that, he flicked his finger and the cigarette flew out in front of Lin Fann.

At the same time, he also charged towards Lin Fann.

To be able to notice his abnormality, it was clear that this fellow wasn't an ordinary person.

More importantly, he actually discovered that his meridians were crippled.

This was what shocked him. What was involved was no longer the issue of crafty eyes.

Looking at the cigarette butts that flew over, Lin Fann slightly tilted to the side and dodged them.

Then, he suddenly pushed his palm behind him, dodging the beggar's incoming fist.

"Hey, hey, I'm really not here to cause trouble."

Humph.

With a cold snort, the Pauper struck out with his fist.

Bang.

He reached out his hand to block it, then Lin Fann started to say in annoyance, "I'll say it again, I'm really not here to cause trouble."

"Stop pretending in front of me, do you think I would believe you?"

After the first two attacks had no effect, the beggar's face turned uglier and uglier: "You are a martial artist?"

"I say, that's not the point."

Sighing, Lin Fann patted the fried conch in the bag: "Drinking beer while eating conch, we can have a good chat..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw the tip of the blade thrusting towards him.

"I'll talk about your ass."

Lin Fann's actions clearly showed that he was here to cause trouble.

He would act cool in front of him if he had some ability. Drink beer and eat conch. I'll drink your ass. I'll eat your ass.

"I want to have a good chat with you, but you want to kill me instead."

Lin Fann's eyes turned cold. He stood still on the spot and let the tip of the blade pierce at him.

In the end, he stopped in midair and didn't go forward even a little bit.

"You …"

The beggar's face was full of shock when he saw that the blade was caught between Lin Fann's fingers.

Although his tendons and veins were crippled, he still had some external techniques. The thrust of his blade could be said to be filled with brute force.1

At the very least, he shouldn't be caught between two fingers, right?

Moreover, the tip of the saber was less than two centimeters away from the eye.

Is that possible?

"I came here to drink and talk and fart, and you directly attacked me to kill me."

Lin Fann let out a cold snort and slapped him: "Alright, let's play first."

Feeling Lin Fann's sudden momentum, the beggar was shocked and quickly retreated.

However, the next moment, he was horrified to find that his body couldn't move at all.

Seeing the approaching palm, the beggar's eyes widened.

Crack.

Ye Zichen's head was slapped, and he couldn't find the north anymore.

A wave of dizziness hit the beggar, and he felt sick to his stomach.

However, this was only the beginning. The next step was to make him sad.

"I don't want to talk anymore, I really came to drink and chat with you."

Crack.

Ye Zichen slapped him.

"Tell me loudly, can we sit down and have a peaceful chat?"

Crack.

He sent another slap over.

"You don't say anything, right? Fine, I'll call you and ask. Do you want to eat fried conch or drink beer?"

Crack.

Another slap.

"…"

The beggar wanted to die. If you want me to speak, then let me say it. But before he could say anything, you slapped him.

I'll eat your ass, I'll drink your ass …

Finally, unable to bear the pain any longer, the beggar fainted.

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