"Shaofeng, you guys come back!" Ye Feng's brows furrowed when he saw these four people join the fray.
He could tell that these four were not like Li An's lackeys—these were truly ruthless characters whose hands had undoubtedly been stained with blood, and Ling Shaofeng and his two companions were certainly no match for them.
Ling Shaofeng and Xu Ping were in high spirits fighting, but when they saw the four people joining in, they charged without a second thought.
As soon as the fight began, Ling Shaofeng and his companion realized something was wrong—these men were very strong and their strikes were seasoned and lethal, aiming for vital points without any hesitation or delay.
"Damn! We've run into some tough bastards!"
A chill settled in Ling Shaofeng's heart when he saw a fist coming towards his head; he quickly dodged, only to be kicked in the chest by another person and sent flying.
Not just him—Xu Ping was also punched out of the fray on the other side.
