The Hardships of a D

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.,As time went by, with more and more people entering the hall under the guidance of staff, the frequency of opening the door decreased significantly as noon approached. Sometimes, for half an hour, no one came in at all.,Wang Lin didn't have time to strike again. He sidestepped the incoming attack once more, then rolled to the ground, delivering a beautiful sweeping leg that hit another attacker. Immediately after, using his momentum, he unleashed a left tiger-tail hook.。