Just as Ma Miao was petrified with fear, Chu Feng began to brazenly deal with him.
"Pry open his mouth!"
Chu Feng instructed the two Law Enforcement Hall disciples.
These two Law Enforcement Hall disciples were so enraged that they were about to jump up and curse their mothers. Reputable Law Enforcement Hall disciples were being ordered around by a mere garbage Entry-level disciple and had no choice but to pinch their noses and accept it.
Because the three protectors of the Law Enforcement Hall were watching from above.
This bastard Chu Feng had a sharp tongue indeed.
With a feather acting as an arrow, they were simply powerless to resist.
"Chu Feng, if you're saving him, just save him. Why do you need to pry open his mouth?" Steward Mu Kun demanded.
Ma Miao, pretending to be unconscious, sensed something ominous.
But at this moment, it was hard for him to wake up. Unable to speak or move, he could only be manipulated like a living dead.
