The cold-faced guy was still standing there.
All kinds of gazes landed on him, each with a different look.
Compared to being surrounded and stared at like a monkey, the cold-faced guy desperately wished he could kneel right now.
That way, the psychological pressure would be much less.
"Master Lin from Seacrest told you to kneel, and you dare not?"
"Unbelievable!"
"Seriously, you’re disrespecting Master Lin from Seacrest! Guys, get him!"
Evan Lin didn’t even need to make a move.
Someone in the crowd immediately seized the opportunity, shouting and rushing forward.
Opportunities to show off in front of Master Lin from Seacrest don’t come often.
Once the first person made a move, a second came right after, then a third.
A crowd surged forward, swarming around the cold-faced guy, not even bothering with words—just throwing punches right away.
Instantly, the sounds of fists and feet colliding filled the air.
Mixed in were the cold-faced guy’s howls of misery.
The whole scene was a lively mess.
"When things are settled, if you need help, just go straight to the Zhan Family."
Evan Lin walked over, glanced at the still dazed Bella Bai, nodded at her, then turned and left.
Bella Bai stared at Evan Lin’s back, at a loss for words.
"Bella, don’t take what we said earlier to heart."
"Yeah, yeah, I always knew you were the one with real insight!"