After confirming that the other party was a big shot that they could not afford to offend, the eyes of the few muscular men who had stopped Chu Feng widened. Shock, regret, annoyance, and other emotions flashed through their eyes.
"Sir, I beg you to spare my life!"
"I have elderly and children to feed..."
"Plop" sounds rang out one after another, and they knelt in a row.
Chu Feng waved his hand without turning his head back and didn't say anything. The noise soon stopped and the few muscular men seemed to have been dragged away. The manager carefully led Chu Feng upstairs. It wasn't when he was downstairs that he wiped the fine cold sweat on his forehead.
Even though that young man seemed to be at the immortal level, the aura he gave off felt even more terrifying than some true Gods. The aura was so oppressive that people didn't dare to breathe.
