The oppressive crowd surged forward like an unstoppable tide, aiming to engulf Chen Feng within.
Chen Feng stood his ground, one hand behind his back, motionless, with a look of indifference always gracing his face.
The first to reach him was a burly man at the forefront of the crowd.
In his hand, he held a thick steel pipe, as thick as a child's wrist.
If that steel pipe struck someone, it would shatter their bones on the spot.
Without a word, the burly man swung the steel pipe at Chen Feng's shoulder with no intention of holding back.
After all, Huang Wenbo had issued a strict order; Chen Feng must not be allowed to leave alive tonight.
The pitch-black pipe, whistling with the wind, headed straight for Chen Feng's shoulder.
Yet, Chen Feng remained unmoved.
Seeing this, a look of scorn flashed in the burly man's eyes.
Because, in his opinion, Chen Feng's behavior was tantamount to courting death.
