Yan Xiao and Li Feng stood in the middle of the private dining room, the atmosphere turning tense in an instant.
Having spent years surviving in the underworld, Li Feng radiated an aura of raw hostility. His eyes, wide as copper bells, glared fixedly at Yan Xiao as if he meant to tear him apart alive. Without warning, he lunged forward, his right fist whistling through the air as it drove straight toward Yan Xiao's chest. The rushing sound of the punch fully displayed the extreme ferocity of a seasoned street fighter.
Faced with Li Feng's aggressive onslaught, Yan Xiao showed not a trace of panic in his eyes. He shifted his body slightly, like a leaf swaying gently in the wind, and deftly evaded the strike. At the same time, his right hand shot out like lightning—fast and precise—and firmly grabbed Li Feng's wrist.
Chapter 98