All eyes turned to one spot—a young man dressed in strange and flamboyant attire, leaning back nonchalantly in a chair, with his legs crossed and fingers constantly digging into his nostrils. He then casually flicked them away as if nothing had happened.,Those few who were seething with rage, upon seeing this, became even more unbearable. They strode straight towards the young man, ready to give him a taste of his own medicine.,Wang Lin caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye and immediately retracted his fist. He rolled on the ground, then with a whirlwind kick around the pillar, used his hands to support himself and kicked upwards at someone's face with both feet.。