The next moment, right as the chair was about to smash down onto Chen Feiyu's head and crack it open, a smug and bloodthirsty look appeared on Ma Xianhong's leering face.
Suddenly, a hand with long, slender, fair fingers appeared in the line of sight of Ma Xianhong and the group behind him. Immediately following that, this hand caught the chair out of thin air.
Grasping the chair with one hand and wearing an even more haughty expression, Chen Feiyu asked in a cold voice, "Who gave you the nerve to throw hands with me?"
Chapter 152