Lin Zifeng laughed heartily without a care in the world.
Originally, this matter had nothing to do with him. However, he was a kind-hearted person!
"Alright. No need to be polite with me. I've played the role of Ultraman more than once. Let me handle this world-saving task." Lin Zifeng took a big step forward and spread his arms to shield the injured Su Ni behind him.
"Can you really handle it?" Su Ni clutched her chest, frowning.
"Then you do it." Though he had just put on a heroic pose, he not only failed to win the beauty's approval but also faced her skepticism.
"..."
Su Ni was speechless, then pursed her lips and said, "He's very strong."
"I'm strong too." Lin Zifeng shouted, "Isn't he just an Indian rascal? He looks so carefree, I feel like beating him up." He began rubbing his fists.
The strange Indian, with a quick glance, didn't confront Lin Zifeng head-on. Instead, he turned and climbed up the passage pipe of the Mechanical Warehouse.
"He's running!"
