Su Weifeng had already noticed the man, and now facing his gaze, he slowly said, "How could I leave without teaching you bastards a lesson."
The pressure on Lin Xuanxuan and Sun Yumeng, who were beside Su Weifeng, vanished immediately with Su Weifeng's voice, making them feel not only relaxed but also indescribably safe.
"Well, you do have some skills, no wonder you're so arrogant," the man showed a trace of surprise on his face, but it quickly returned to calmness.
With a dark expression, Mi Tiangong said, "Xiao Liu, break this guy's legs for me, and leave those two women, huh, daring to mock my name, you're truly brazen to the extreme."
"Yes!" The man, who was at least thirty-five or thirty-six, was respectfully taking orders from someone in their twenties and was called Xiao Liu.
Before the sound of his voice faded, his whole body had already pounced forward, throwing a punch at Su Weifeng.
