In the police office.
Chen Feng stood before Brother Biao and his three men, one hand behind his back, a faint smile hanging from the corner of his mouth.
However, this faint smile looked to Brother Biao and his men like the smile of the Death God.
The smug smiles on their faces stiffened and gradually disappeared as their bodies began to shake uncontrollably.
Facing Zhuo Yating, even though she held a handgun, they were not afraid.
Because they knew as long as they had Ji Xiaotao as a hostage, Zhuo Yating would definitely not dare to shoot.
But facing Chen Feng was a completely different story.
Back on Baohua Street, the skills Chen Feng demonstrated were simply terrifying.
They had left a profound shadow in the depths of each of their hearts.
This shadow instilled an instinctual fear of Chen Feng in them.
Just like a mouse seeing a cat.
Thus, seeing Chen Feng again now, that fear directly resurfaced in their hearts.
