Li Feng released his hand, and Lin Wanzhou, who was nearly suffocating, fell to the ground, gasping for air. In his haste, he choked and began to cough violently.
Li Feng didn't take Lin Wanzhou seriously and walked toward Bai Lang.
"Good dogs don't block the way."
Bai Lang lifted his eyes to meet Li Feng's gaze, his fists clenched subconsciously. Recognized as a dragon among men, and a renowned figure, he was now being called a dog to his face.
This was an insult.
"Do you know who you're talking to!"
A young man behind Bai Lang, unable to hide his indignation, stepped forward, but before he got close, a bodyguard blocked him, and his punch felt like it hit an iron plate.
These bodyguards in black suits had undergone protective training, and each had been taught a form of Horizontal Training hard Kung Fu by Li Feng.
This hard Kung Fu, if persisted with, could make one's muscles as hard as iron, not easily harmed by ordinary punches or kicks.
"Hmph!"
