The mafia members, momentarily taken aback by the intensity of that kick, quickly shook off the surprise. Overlooking Feng Yi due to their superior numbers, they wondered if the young man would sprout wings and fly away.
No one had ever dared to act tough in front of them. Speaking about toughness, they were tougher than anyone! With maniacal faces, the thugs frantically circled Feng Yi on their motorcycles, horns blaring, in the middle of the road, turning him into the pivot point of a windmill.
Buzzing...
The tremendous noise was ear-splitting. Sheng Qiangwei felt faint ... She felt her body stirring in her sleep within Feng Yi's arms. But unbeknownst to him, Sheng Qiangwei was already waking up, her eyes suddenly opening then closing tightly.
