As Xiao Feng walked step by step, the seven or eight people in the lounge instinctively wanted to retreat, making way for him.
That was their thought, and that was what they did.
The reason was simple: Xiao Feng's confident attitude, combined with the companions still occasionally twitching on the ground, made it difficult for anyone to stand firm in their heart.
Soon, Xiao Feng reached the door of the lounge, paused, and without turning his head, said, "If you don't make a sneak attack now, I'm really leaving."
"..." The whole room fell silent.
Is there anyone else who urges others to sneak attack them?
But to be honest, seeing Xiao Feng not even turning his head, it's definitely a lie to say there wasn't the slightest thought of a sneak attack.
The tattooed man hesitated for two seconds, but finally couldn't resist making a move, his fist heading straight for Xiao Feng's neck.
This was a very sinister move.
Hitting the back could cause fainting due to instant lack of oxygen at most, but aiming for the neck was clearly intent on taking a life.
Xiao Feng didn't need to turn around; his keen senses made him acutely aware of this.
An expression of fierceness flashed in his eyes. Since the intent was to kill him, there was no need to be polite.
Xiao Feng turned, and slamd his fist right towards the tattooed man's fist.
The tattooed man's body shook, then he couldn't help but start twitching, letting out a shrill scream: "Aaaaah!"
If fans of Chai Yanna's music saw this scene, they would understand how Ma Digua's tremolo was achieved.
But this did not relieve Xiao Feng's anger. Before the tattooed man fell, he stepped forward and hit him twice more in the head.
"Bang! Bang!"
In a flash, the tattooed man's body twitched even more violently, the whites of his eyes overtaking the black, and white foam spilling from the corners of his mouth.
The people in the room were filled with terror at this sight and involuntarily stepped back several paces.
Avoiding things or people that could bring danger is an instinct for all living beings.
In their eyes, Xiao Feng seed like soone who wielded dark arts, his thods bizarre to the extre!
Having done all this, Xiao Feng turned and left.
No one dared to step forward to block him; clearly, they were all scared out of their wits.
"Five hundred thousand plus three hundred thousand, plus eighty-ninety thousand in cash, it wasn't all in vain," Xiao Feng thought contentedly, his steps much lighter.
However, at this mont, Ma Digua suddenly appeared at the front corner, accompanied by a thin, frail-looking old man who seed around fifty, dressed simply.
"Uncle Lv, that's him!" Ma Digua pointed at Xiao Feng, a venomous look in his eyes.
Xiao Feng's eyebrow slightly twitched, locking his gaze on the old man.
Though the man's appearance and attire were ordinary, Xiao Feng felt an unspeakable sense of danger.
The old man stepped forward dramatically, as if in a TV drama, cupping his hands: "I'm Lv Ziming. You've bullied my nephew, there should be an explanation."
"What kind of explanation do you want?" Xiao Feng chuckled lightly.
To tell the truth, he had indeed heard of the na Lv Ziming.
About ten years ago, he was quite famous around Jiangcheng and Xinwen City.
There was a ti when nearly a hundred people cornered him in a dead-end alley, but Lv Ziming charged back and forth several tis in that alley, only sustaining a minor injury.
anwhile, the nearly hundred people surrounding him were all severely injured, and so even beca disabled.
Lv Ziming beca a legend; naturally, he should have expanded while he had the montum.
But to everyone's surprise, he chose to disappear at the peak of his fa.
So said he beca a high-ranking official's bodyguard, while others said he valued vanity, not wanting to tarnish his undefeated myth, leaving only a legend behind.
These were re speculations—no one knew the actual circumstances.
"The explanation I want is simple," Lv Ziming said expressionlessly: "Return the money, apologize, and compensate."
"Heh." Xiao Feng let out an insincere chuckle.
There's no need to argue anymore. The opponent was clearly shaless; saying anything would be a waste of words.
"Looks like you don't agree?" Lv Ziming asked.
"Agree your ass!" Xiao Feng cursed sharply, swinging his arm around to strike.
Lv Ziming stepped back, raised his arm, and as if boneless, twisted Xiao Feng's wrist and suddenly yanked while lifting his knee.
With his right arm caught, Xiao Feng couldn't use the Thunder Pattern Steel and was about to collide with his opponent's knee.
He had never seen such a technique before.
Was it the Bone Shrinking Skill?
Or the Soft Bone Skill?
No ti to think, Xiao Feng quickly stretched out his left hand, pressed on his opponent's knee, using the rebounding force to regain his stance, and wanted to pull his opponent closer.
But unfortunately, Lv Ziming seed to have predicted Xiao Feng's move, releasing his grip before Xiao Feng exerted force.
Both retreated a few steps and stared at each other, entering into a state of confrontation.
With rich combat experience and practicing extraordinary skills, this was Xiao Feng's first impression of Lv Ziming.
To be honest, if it weren't for having the Seven Evils Palm, Xiao Feng would really like to have a proper fight.
But there's no way around it; if they fought now, it would be risking life and death.
After a long while, Lv Ziming spoke first, "Your weapon is quite interesting."
"Is that so?" Xiao Feng sneered, "There's sothing even more interesting."
"Oh? What do you an?"
"Take a look at your nephew."
Lv Ziming's gaze sharpened, his eyes changing for the first ti.
He hastily turned to look, only to see Ma Digua craning his neck to watch, appearing unaffected.
Damn!
Fell into a trap!
Lv Ziming didn't dare turn back, swiveling his whole body to quickly run a few steps.
"Uncle Lv, that guy ran away!" Ma Digua stood excitedly, pointing behind Lv Ziming.
"..." Lv Ziming.
Turning around, he saw Xiao Feng already at the end of the corridor, making a right turn.
He couldn't care about much else and hurriedly pursued.
For the first ti in his life, Lv Ziming felt like he couldn't grasp his opponent's thinking.
With such a good opportunity, the opponent didn't ambush him, but instead turned and ran—what kind of approach is this?
Xiao Feng, after turning right, casually slipped into a half-open room.
He wasn't worried; after all, hanging around his neck was the yellow badge, signifying his identity, and he wouldn't have problems wherever he went.
"No one?" Xiao Feng looked around, only to see clothes everywhere like it was a dressing room.
Realizing this, Xiao Feng suddenly felt a bit excited—if a beautiful girl were to co in to change clothes later, and he was hiding... just thinking about it was thrilling!
Just then, footsteps echoed.
Xiao Feng imdiately slipped into a wardrobe, hid behind the clothes, pulled a gap open with his hand, and waited quietly for soone to enter.
Not long after, the door opened, revealing five won in makeup, with white round thighs—the only flaw being their faces were unseen.
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