Zheng Lao Ba's eyes bulged with anger. He had never been treated like this before in his life—it was always he who bullied others. No one had ever dared to bully him.
The next moment, Zheng Lao Ba tried to roll over, but Li Fei's foot came down again and didn't lift back up, pressing directly on his chest.
At this time, the people behind him still hadn't moved. Li Fei, hands in pockets, casually surveyed the group he had brought with him and chuckled, "What's the matter, none of you dare to come forward now?"
Things like this were very telling. Li Fei understood that if Zheng Lao Ba had truly brought over a dozen skilled fighters, all looking fierce and formidable, they would have definitely come to fight to the death. Instead, they made such a grand scene just for show; these men were nothing more than paper tigers paid to make up the numbers.
