Meng Dong stepped aside, and Li Feng stepped forward, casting a cold glance over the scoundrel with a scar on his face and yellow-dyed hair from Hua Xing.
"I am Li Feng."
"I'll give you ten seconds to get the hell away from my face."
"F*ck, Sun Thief, you dare talk to my boss like that, you tired of living?"
A punk holding a stick aimed it right at Li Feng's nose.
Li Feng acted as fast as lightning, snatched the baseball bat from the other's hand, and delivered a Powerful Slash to his shoulder.
A scream echoed through the night.
Scarface, with a gloomy look, turned to Li Feng who had just struck, "F*ck, you're quite arrogant, aren't you, daring to hit my man in front of me."
Scarface flicked his sleeve and produced a hook knife in his hand, the blade gleaming with a cold chill.
Hua Xing suddenly reached out to hold back Scarface, who turned to Hua Xing, "What the hell do you mean by that?"
"Your name is Li Feng?"
"Hidden Dragon Li Feng?"
