"You're actually Hidden Dragon!"
Xu Qiang had heard of Hidden Dragon. This guy held an infamous reputation in the world, rumored to be a disciple of a reclusive master and the top fighter in Huacheng.
With a single kick, Li Feng knocked Xu Qiang over: "Scram."
"Brother Qiang."
Two of Xu Qiang's underlings stepped forward to help him up while he watched Li Feng approach the hanging Wang Jin'er, the corners of his mouth curling into a sinister smile.
Even if you are Hidden Dragon, daring to humiliate me like this, Xu Qiang gave a side glance and signaled one of his men with his eyes.
"Take him down."
Xu Qiang spoke softly.
At his side, one of Xu Qiang's men nodded, reached to his waist, and pulled out a palm-length Flying Knife. This man was Xu Qiang's right-hand man, an expert with the small blade, and the strongest fighter at Xu Qiang's disposal.
"Ooh."
Wang Jin'er saw it and stared wide-eyed at Li Feng, wanting to alert him with her whimpers.
