"Hey, hey, I'm talking to you, get lost!" The young punk, seeing Lin Feng and Han Muhe showing no intention of leaving, shouted again and even tried to knock on the car window.
Lin Feng flicked his hand, and with a slap, the young punk received an aerial slap, tumbling to the ground. The other two young punks, thinking something had happened, also crowded around.
With two more "slap, slap" sounds, Lin Feng knocked the other two down as well. Up ahead, a group of rich heirs was cheering heartily, counting down to start racing, completely unaware that people were toppling over behind them.
Lin Feng struck out with his palm, and the roadblock instantly flew to the side. The commotion finally caught the attention of the rich heirs. By that time, a row of sports cars, following the dropping scarf, roared off, disappearing into the distance within the blink of an eye.
