"Wait!"
"Wait for your mother!"
Chen Feng curled his lip, casting a subtle glance at the man leading the thugs. Realizing what was happening only now—wasn't that a bit too late?
It was indeed too late.
Why do street thugs never amount to much? Their impulsive nature is their greatest downfall. At this moment, they were like wild horses off their tethers; even if Brother Bao were to give an order, or if their actual boss were to show up, they wouldn't be stopped.
Four men, eight hands—they descended upon Chen Feng with savage grins, completely engulfing him.
...
"Master Duo, is it really all right?"
"Those men don't know their own strength. If an accident happens, the consequences will be unthinkable."
Ten meters away, Zheng Zhaoyang’s eyes were filled with unease. Although they had concluded that Chen Feng was the culprit, no one could be one hundred percent certain. What if—he meant, what if—they were wrong? If Chen Feng wasn't a martial artist, the result would be...
Master Duo frowned deeply.
Impossible. Zheng Zhaoyang’s worries were surely unnecessary. Even though they hadn't uncovered a single useful clue in all these days, one thing they were certain of was that Yi Zhonghai and Yan Bugui had no enemies outside. Since they had no enemies, Chen Feng, who was isolated by the entire Quadrangle Courtyard, became the prime suspect. Add to that the way Yi Zhonghai, Yan Bugui, and that Deaf Old Lady had treated Chen Feng in the past, and they were even more convinced th…
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