"Bang!"
Tang Feng, with his legs crossed, was leaning back in his chair when he saw the man charging at him without a care for his life. His leg, which was resting on top, snapped out fiercely.
The burly man around six feet tall took a hard hit to his lower abdomen and staggered backward several steps with a "thump, thump, thump."
Luckily, Zhao Huaqiang reacted quickly and supported him, preventing him from falling.
But the intense pain in his lower abdomen made him crouch down, unable to stand up again.
Zhao Huaqiang and the others hadn't seen how Tang Feng had struck, and their fellow gang member was kicked back to them.
Meanwhile, Tang Feng continued to play his game with his legs still crossed, acting as if nothing had happened.
"It seems you're not intending to talk things out, so I don't have anything to say either," Zhao Huaqiang's face darkened, and he waved at his underling, "Go on, don't hurt Miss Jiang!"
