"Catching a flying bottle is hard labor."
The crowd watching Li Feng couldn't help but be rendered speechless. Seriously, this is considered hard labor?
"Alright, I've had enough rest. It looks like you're all tired from throwing, so shouldn't it be my turn now?"
Li Feng took a swig of beer from the bottle in his hand, spoke softly to the strong men across from him, and then fiercely hurled the beer bottle at them.
Bang!
The bottle traced an arc through the air, like a shooting star, and instantly smashed onto the head of a burly man.
Blood spurted from the man's forehead in an instant, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground.
This was just the beginning. Next, everyone saw Li Feng pick up two more bottles from the pyramid-shaped mound and swung them at the group of strong men once again!
As soon as he finished throwing, Li Feng's hands didn't stop. He kept grabbing bottles from the mound and launched them, his movements so quick they blurred into afterimages.
