Chen Feng, arrogant and tit-for-tat, said, "What Little Knife Gang, Great Blade Society? Chen Feng simply didn't take them seriously. They haven't seen real villains yet. In the Middle East, those guys wearing suits, sipping fine red wine, hugging dancers and nibbling on their mouths while holding missile launchers and having a good laugh–those are the real pillars of society. These small-time hoodlums are nothing!"
Baldy, hearing that Chen Feng didn't even regard the Little Knife Gang worth a glance, suddenly became a bit panicked. In the past, whenever he mentioned that name, almost no one dared to oppose him. Who would have thought that the man in front of him remained completely indifferent? He wondered whether this guy was extraordinarily skilled and brave, or simply a fool who had never heard of the Little Knife Gang.
