Zhang Tiegang was furious when his good deed was interrupted.

This is the first time someone has barged in while I'm doing my business.

Upon hearing Zhang Longhu's name, Ye Feng frowned. What a twist of fate! He hadn't gone looking for trouble with Zhang Longhu, but instead ran into his son.

Zhang Tiegang assumed Ye Feng was intimidated by his father's name and immediately became arrogant: "Three..."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Ye Feng's body vanished like a ghost.

Turning my head again, a fist loomed large in my eyes.

"Bang!" Zhang Tiegang's body slammed heavily against the wall, and blood flowed from his nose all over the floor.

"Ah! Someone, someone! Kill this brat!"

At Zhang Tiegang's command, within seconds, his gang of thugs, carrying machetes and baseball bats, rushed in from outside.

The night wind was not afraid at all, and it seemed that there was only Zhang Tiegang in front of it in its eyes.

"What are you waiting for? Go!"

In an instant, the room was filled with the sounds of fighting and shouting, and Ye Feng clenched his fists tightly.

With his eyes slightly closed, a powerful aura surged towards everyone's head. At this moment, Ye Feng's inner strength continuously gushed out from his body.

Like a god of war, he unleashed his inner strength, revealing his full power for the first time.

"I can cripple you! Just one finger will suffice!"

A chilling murderous aura permeated the entire room, making the air temperature seem to drop by more than ten degrees.

The leader and his henchmen were all overwhelmed by the force of the attack and could hardly breathe.

"You...you are a martial artist!!!" Zhang Tiegang was shocked.