As Fu Jie's words faded, his entourage, nearly a dozen men, lunged at Chen Feng.
The people around Chen Feng, with the exception of Yan Ling and Shen Fei, were all quick to retreat.
They knew better than to stay if they wished to avoid disaster.
But that's just what they thought.
"Be careful."
Shen Fei hurriedly embraced Chen Feng, intending to shield him with her back against the club attacks.
A bitter smile crossed Chen Feng's face. He was touchingly moved.
First Shen Fei tried to block a knife for him, now a club. Such bravery was indeed uncommon among women.
Even Yan Ling didn't have it. At this moment, she was too terrified to move.
No way would Chen Feng allow Shen Fei to take the blow for him.
In an instant, Chen Feng caught Shen Fei's hand, whirled with an elegant spin, and swept out with a leg.
Thump, thump, thump.
His kick sent the first five men to come at him flying.
"Stay still, okay?"
Chen Feng gently patted Shen Fei's face.
