Watching Lin Chen pull out a ten yuan bill, the red-haired leader's face suddenly turned ugly.
"Kid, are you messing with me?"
Lin Chen said seriously, "Of course not, I sincerely gave the money to you."
"You're asking for it! Ten yuan, you think you're tipping a beggar?" Red Hair scoffed and tore the money in Lin Chen's hand to shreds.
Lin Chen, seeing his money ripped up by the thug, his expression changed slightly, "Hey, you tear up my money, there's a price to pay."
"Price? What can you do even if I tore your money?" Red Hair said coldly.
Lin Chen smiled faintly and suddenly slapped him across the face.
"Smack!" With a crisp sound, Red Hair was sent flying.
Lin Chen snorted coldly and said to the security guards behind him, "Beat them hard."
Hearing Lin Chen's order, the security guards, eager to try, drew out their batons and pounced on the gangsters.
