Evan Lin didn’t even spare him a glance. After standing up, he casually waved his hand.
Bang!
The glasses-wearing guy felt a sudden, overwhelming force slam into his face.
He was instantly sent flying, tumbling across the floor in agony.
"You actually dared to hit someone!"
The cold-faced guy next to him completely lost his cool, thrusting out a finger at Evan Lin’s face: "Who do you think you are?!"
"If you want to die, don’t drag us down with you!"
He screamed, his face no longer cold and aloof, but twisted with deep fear and anxiety.
He turned his head and saw everyone around staring this way.
The gazes of everyone present were fixed on them, each with their own reaction.