The scar-faced man's grin widened, his large hand reaching towards Zi Da Hong's bright red bellyband.,The scarred man was kicked hard off the bed, let out a cry of pain, and then stared at Li Qianzi in astonishment.,Quickly tidying up his clothes, Ling gave the man with the scar a look of disdain, and let out a sigh of relief in his heart. He was glad it wasn't **.。