Hong Feng was lifted up by Liang Fei and when he saw Liang Fei was really about to hit him, he initially paled with fright and thought of begging for mercy.
But when Han Xueying intervened, his beady little eyes couldn't help but roll around, and he sneered at Liang Fei, "Kid, do you know who I am? This place is Yours Truly Hong's turf. If you dare touch a single hair on me here, I guarantee you won't make it out of this yard."
"Really? I really would like to try!"
Liang Fei raised his fist, intending only to scare the dumbass, but seeing Hong Feng daring to act tough in front of him, he sneered coldly and, without politeness, intensified his already raised fist and smashed it hard into Hong Feng's face.
"Ahh..."
This punch landed right on Hong Feng's nose, with balanced force. With one punch, Hong Feng's nose was immediately knocked crooked, blood streamed from his nostrils, and he let out a wail more agonizing than a ghost's.
"Kid... you... really dare... hit me... ahh..."
