Tang Feng turned his head to look at the three men, smiling as he said, "Are you sure you want to rob me?"
"Cut the crap and hand it over," snapped the several flunkies beside him, their aggressive demeanor oddly sincere.
"What if I don't?"
"Kill him, I don't want to waste any more time," said one of the young men in purple, looking disdainfully at Tang Feng.
"Kid, you're out of luck." Two young men at the Initial Stage of Innate advanced toward Tang Feng, but the closer they got to him, the more something felt wrong.
This kid was too calm, seeing a dozen of them on his side without changing his expression—what did that imply? The two thought of something, but quickly dismissed it from their minds.
One of them made a move, a casual strike, as in his eyes, Tang Feng was already a dead man.
And his companions hardly looked again.
But then a horrifying scene unfolded: Tang Feng still stood there, while the young man who had struck fell forward.
