As soon as Feng Tianxing's words had fallen, four burly men almost simultaneously drew their weapons.
Three wielded knives while another wielded a sledgehammer.
"A bunch of trash, Xiao Yue, kill them!" Feng Tianxing shouted to a maidservant at his side.
The maidservant cleared her throat, then turned to look at Feng Tianxing, "Young Master, we can't beat them."
What?!
Feng Tianxing was dumbfounded, couldn't beat them?
Was this a joke?
Wasn't Xiao Yue at the Transcendent Seventh Layer?
The Transcendent Seventh Layer, ah, couldn't beat these rough men?
Shit, had he kicked an iron plate?
Feng Tianxing's gaze became somewhat resentful. Xiao Yue, why didn't you say so sooner!
If you had reminded me earlier, I wouldn't have tried to act tough just now.
Now look, I tried to act tough and failed, and if things went wrong, I might even have to leave my life here.
