The next instant, just as the chair was about to smash down onto Chen Feiyu's head—with lethal force—a smug and bloodthirsty expression appeared on Ma Xianhong's wretched face.
Suddenly, a slender, fair-skinned hand appeared in the field of vision of Ma Xianhong and the group behind him. In the blink of an eye, that hand grabbed the chair out of midair.
Chen Feiyu held the chair with one hand, his expression even more disdainful as he said coldly, "Who gave you the nerve to pick a fight with me?"
Chapter 152