Lin Yin was drunk, and there were two people against him alone; needless to say, he had no room to fight back. He only lay on the ground and covered his head as he was beaten up. In just a moment, he was covered in blood.
At this time, Fu Jianchen raised his hand slightly.
The two lackeys stopped immediately. One of them asked ingratiatingly, "Young Master Chen, are you satisfied?"
Fu Jianchen did not say anything. He walked over to Lin Yin and slowly squatted down. His gaze was sinister as he looked at Lin Yin as though Lin Yin was a piece of trash.
The alley was too dark. Even if his eyes were open, Lin Yin could not see early. He could only sense that someone was in front of him, studying him. Blood dripped down the corners of his lips as he asked with great difficulty, "Who… Who are you?"
Fu Jianchen did not reply. Instead, he smiled fiendishly and said in a voice as cold as a knife, "You're not worthy of her."
Lin Yin did not speak.
