"Wu wu."
Wang Jin'er watched the scene unfold and couldn't help but make a sound, but with her mouth stuffed, she could only produce a whimper.
A critical moment.
Li Feng sidestepped, avoiding the falling steel pipe, and quickly delivered a flying kick. His foot squarely struck the chest of his assailant, immediately followed by the sound of cracking ribs. The attacker, like a kite with its string cut, was sent flying five or six meters away.
He spat out a mouthful of blood.
The other thugs exchanged glances, wondering if this man was cheating. Did he have X-ray vision?
"Brother San, this is getting a bit tricky."
They had thought it would be an easy job, only to encounter such a hiccup. A kid with his hands tied was unexpectedly agile.
"My eyes aren't blind."
