At once, Ye Feng was viewed with hostility from all directions.
There were even a few brave men who were eager to give it a try and wanted to come up and save the damsel in distress.
Ye Feng ignored these people, he only chatted and laughed with Fuuma Jianwu while eating skewers and drinking beer.
Zhuang Xiaoqiao was on the verge of tears as her saliva dripped down the corner of her mouth.
The resentment towards Ye Feng in her heart grew stronger and stronger.
Heavens, why didn't they send down a bolt of lightning to kill this bastard?
Why do you want me to suffer this kind of torture?
At this moment, another table of guests arrived next door.
There were about five or six guests at this table. They were all wearing singlets and slippers, and all of them had various tattoos on their arms. Each of them had a tough aura, and it was obvious that they were not to be trifled with.
