The leader of the thugs coldly looked at Li Feng and took two steps forward, hurling a punch at him. Li Feng raised his hand and blocked the punch, his gaze meeting that of his attacker.
He gave a cold laugh.
"Do I need to ask you?"
After speaking, Li Feng kicked his attacker in the lower body, sending him flying up into the air like a toad, sprawling face-down on the ground.
Li Feng knocked the man down and immediately headed up the stairs with Han Xue.
"Stop them."
The thug lying on the ground lifted his blood-covered face and yelled.
The other thugs instantly turned to chase after Li Feng and Han Xue, but Zhang Wannian blocked the stairway entrance.
"Do you think I don't exist?"
"Fuck off, bastard."
Without another word, a thug swung a kitchen knife at Zhang Wannian. Zhang Wannian, unflinchingly, disarmed him and then applied a chokehold, striking the thug's forehead hard.
"Humph, with just you trash, I could take a dozen of you and still have room to spare."
