Li Feng didn't even turn his head as if he hadn't seen the stealthy bat coming from behind. With a swift move, he grabbed the collar of the youth in front of him and flung him backwards. The two seemed to switch places, and the baseball bat came crashing down, but it struck someone else.
With a cold sneer at the corners of his mouth, Li Feng appeared in front of the burly man across from him the next second, "You're too slow."
As he spoke, Li Feng's reaching hand perfectly caught the incoming fist, and with a twist of his body and an over-the-shoulder throw, he sent the burly man's 180-pound frame flying like a cannonball, taking down two or three others in the process.
"Fuck your mother."
A henchman, putting all his strength into it, tried to ambush Li Feng from behind, but Li Feng spun around and landed a side kick straight into the assailant's face.
Snap.
Instantly, the henchman's head hit the ground, spit a mouthful of blood, along with several teeth.
