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.,Finally, it reached midday. A middle-aged man in a shirt and with a goatee slowly pushed open the doors of the auditorium and walked in, casually locking the door behind him.,Blood gushed from his nose, and tears streamed uncontrollably from his eyes. Taking advantage of the man's retreat to wipe away his tears, Wang Lin rose to his feet in an instant, landing a powerful whip kick on his head.。