Since Shen Feng was unwilling to listen, Sun Antong and his people naturally did not hold back.
Without being told, the bodyguards standing beside them immediately rushed out and surrounded Shen Feng in the middle.
Meanwhile.
The man with the crooked mouth who just tried to aim a gun at Xu Wenxing hurriedly pulled out a cell phone from his pocket.
"What a pity, you will soon regret your choice," Sun Antong said with a smile emerging on his face.
Qin Zhanyuan adjusted his glasses, his face devoid of much expression, but his eyes were filled with coldness. If Shen Feng couldn't be used by him, he must be eliminated, of course.
Watching the crooked-mouthed man shakily press the buttons on the phone, getting the numbers wrong several times, he did not possess the composure of the three tycoons; he was truly frightened by Shen Feng's strength and speed just now.
