Comprehension Ability: Creating the Five Thunders Technique in Reality Chapter 1107 557: Disdainful Indifference

Then, he glared fiercely at Lin Beichen and turned to leave the scene with the two won.

As Sun Ningzhou departed, the surrounding crowd gradually dispersed.

"You shaless wench, who gave you permission to speak?" Sun Ningzhou snarled, casting a venomous glance at the property manager, "I gave her the choice; she must make the decision herself. If you speak up again, I'll have you thrown to Africa."

Africa? The property manager shuddered in fear, her face instantly turning pale, lips tightly sealed, not daring to utter another word.

"The ti has co." Sun Ningzhou glanced at the green Submariner on his wrist, then coldly stared at Zhao Lili, "Have you thought it through? Will you co with or go to Hell with your lover?"

"You, how could you be like this?" Zhao Lili involuntarily retreated two steps under Sun Ningzhou's coercion, her trembling voice revealing her inner fear, "This is Port City; aren't you afraid of the law?"

"Hahaha, Port City?" Sun Ningzhou laughed loudly with an extrely arrogant deanor, "What does Port City matter? I have money, lots of it. In this world, as long as you have money, you can buy anything, including your lives."

At this point, Sun Ningzhou paused and swept his gaze over Zhao Lili, "Looks like you want to die with your lover." He clapped his hands, "Good, very good. Since you want everyone to see it, I'll make it happen."

Saying this, Sun Ningzhou reached out to grab Zhao Lili. His arm muscles bulged, resembling small snakes slithering, showcasing his formidable strength. The surrounding onlookers were stunned by this sudden change, all eyes on Zhao Lili, awaiting the developnt.

However, at this critical mont, a tall figure suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Lili, blocking Sun Ningzhou's lecherous hand. This figure was Lin Beichen. His brows furrowed, icy gaze directed at Sun Ningzhou, "Did you not hear what I just said, or is your brain full of shit?"

Sun Ningzhou's face darkened, stopping in his tracks, eyes burning red as he stared at Lin Beichen, "You pretty boy, you're lucky I haven't troubled you, and yet you dare be arrogant in front of ?" He tilted his head, rotating his wrist, joints cracking with a series of sounds, "Since you want to die, I'll grant your wish."

Sun Ningzhou, full of muscle, clearly hadn't missed gym ti. He not only practiced traditional martial arts and modern fighting techniques but also spared no expense investing in this field. This made his physical fitness far above ordinary people, and his combat ability formidable. He once set a record of defeating all the gym coaches single-handedly, although there's so exaggeration in that, but it shows his strength.

In Sun Ningzhou's view, with his muscle mass, combat skills, and his size disparity with Lin Beichen, he was absolutely confident that one punch would knock Lin Beichen down. Yet, Lin Beichen fearlessly shook his head, "It's not that I want to die; it's you who wishes it. Your brain is full of shit, and you want to drag into your ss?"

Lin Beichen looked Sun Ningzhou up and down, then casually said, "You should feel lucky. Normally, I have no interest in dealing with people like you, afraid of dirtying my hands. But today you're lucky because I'm in a good mood, so I'll make an exception. Watch carefully, appreciate the gift I'm giving you."

Gift? Sun Ningzhou was enraged. He suddenly stomped on a car, borrowing force to leap into the air, both iron fists aid fiercely at Lin Beichen's head. The punch was fast and vicious, directly targeting Lin Beichen's face. But just as the punch was about to hit, Lin Beichen suddenly swung a fist, colliding with Sun Ningzhou's.

"Bang!" A muffled sound, Sun Ningzhou felt a sharp pain in his fist and was imdiately forced back by a huge force. He stared wide-eyed at Lin Beichen, full of disbelief. Before he could react, Lin Beichen kicked out again. This kick was strong and fierce, landing directly on Sun Ningzhou's chest.

"Boom!" Sun Ningzhou felt as if he was struck head-on by a big truck, as if his bones and internal organs were displaced by the kick. He flew horizontally, crashing heavily onto the car behind him.

The car's hood deford from the impact, thick smoke rising from beneath. Sun Ningzhou slid off the car, rolling several tis on the ground before he stopped. He was now bloodied, face twisted, nose collapsed, mouth continuously spitting blood. The worst was his chest, completely caved in, with an unknown number of broken bones.

In contrast, Lin Beichen stood unscathed in place, face still bearing a faint smile. He walked up to Sun Ningzhou, squatted down to look at this once arrogant man, saying, "I've told you to get lost before, why don't you listen? Why do you always seek death?" Saying this, he shrugged helplessly, "I really didn't want to act, but you forced my hand."

"You bastard, I'll kill you!" Sun Ningzhou never suffered such humiliation. He struggled to get up but was pressed down by Lin Beichen's foot on his face, "Don't move one more inch or I'll crush your head."

Since he understood things, he was always the one humiliating and tornting others, never tasted the feeling of being humiliated and tornted by others. Yet today, under public gaze, he experienced this unprecedented disgrace.