"Ah!"
Suddenly, the masked man let out a piercing, tragic scream, and upon seeing this, the others hurriedly picked up their machetes and chopped down.
"Chen Feng!"
Song Cheng suddenly called out to Chen Feng.
Chen Feng smiled and took a few steps forward.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Like a spectral phantom, he weaved through the masked men, and the sound of cracking echoed in everyone's ears.
By the time Chen Feng stopped and returned to the front of the masked men, all those who had wielded knives were wailing as they fell to the ground.
Their wrists and ankles had all been broken by Chen Feng.
"Tsk, you really play rough..."
Song Cheng threw the gun-wielding masked man to the ground and walked back with a grin.
"Who... are you people?! Why aren't you suppressed here in Changbai Mountain!"
The gun-wielding masked man, despite the severe pain in his wrist, looked at Chen Feng and Song Cheng with horror.
