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C5 They're Lackeys

Saying that, Lin Feng's face once again formed a smile, a smile that made the other party tremble in fear.

"I don't, you, don't, I, don't …"

At this moment, the yellow-hair was so frightened that he was at a loss for words. His face was distorted due to fear, and his body trembled violently. He retreated backwards, afraid that his arm would break if he lost it.

"Oh, how about this! How about we try our left arm first? "

Lin Feng looked at the other party with a smile. Then, he was about to twist off the yellow-hair's arm.

"Stop!"

Just as Lin Feng was about to make his move, a loud shout rang out. Everyone turned to look at him and Lin Feng was no exception.

He saw a young man in a suit with shiny hair walking down the stairs not too far away. Behind him were two men in sunglasses. It was obvious that they were his bodyguards.

Lin Feng looked at the other party but didn't bother with him. He turned his head and his right hand shot out.

"Crack!"

"Ah!

A scream mixed with a crisp sound was heard. The yellow-haired bully's left arm was broken by Lin Feng in the blink of an eye.

He was right. Before you hit him, at least say it!

The yellow-haired bully was so regretful that his intestines turned green. He lay on the ground and struggled in pain. The intense pain almost made him faint.

Seeing that his subordinate had been beaten up, the suited man's face darkened. Just as he was about to speak, another scream was heard. The yellow-haired man's right arm was also broken by Lin Feng, and he fainted on the ground.

After settling the trouble, Lin Feng stood up and said lightly to the man in the suit, "Alright, everything is done. It's time to talk about your matter."

"Humph!"

Seeing that Lin Feng was such a rascal, the suited man snorted coldly. His expression was extremely ugly, but in his heart, he scolded these hoodlums throughout the 18 generations of his ancestors.

One had to know that he had asked these hoodlums to find him a girl to vent his anger. Who knew that they would actually provoke such a mess!

"Kid, you hit my people, how are we going to settle this account?"

Suppressing the anger in his heart, the suited man pointed at the fainted hoodlum and said.

Hearing that, Lin Feng once again revealed a smile: "Your people? Oh, so they are your henchmen? "Tsk tsk, as expected of a dog with legs …"

"You …"

Hearing Lin Feng's words, the suited man was so angry that he almost vomited blood. His face darkened as he shouted to the bodyguard beside him, "Aa San, teach this arrogant guy a lesson!"

"Yes sir!"

After receiving the order, a strong man on the left immediately stood up and shouted at Lin Feng, "Brat, you've offended our young master. I want to see how many lives you can carry!"

With that, Aa San rushed up like a gust of wind and slapped Lin Feng in the face.

"Humph, such an insignificant skill!"

Seeing the opponent's fist coming at him like a cannonball, Lin Feng sneered. He did not dodge and also threw a punch.

"Kid, you're courting death!"

Aa San saw that his opponent didn't dodge, so he shouted and threw a punch with a "peng" sound.

The strong man's punch was like a fierce tiger, but Lin Feng's fist didn't have any strength. It scared many young girls around and they immediately covered their eyes with their hands.

As for some young men, they were clear in their hearts that this fellow was dead for sure! To dare to fight with Young Master Ma's bodyguards, wasn't that courting death?

Just when everyone thought that Lin Feng would be crippled, a dramatic side suddenly appeared!

The moment that strong man's fist hit Lin Feng's fist, he immediately felt a very hard sensation, as if he had just hit steel. In an instant, his arm was broken by the recoil.

"Ah!" The brawny man let out a blood-curdling screech. His feet staggered backward several steps, and the expression on his face became abnormally painful as he held his right hand.

Clearly, his right hand had been fractured.

At the sight of this, everyone sucked in a breath of cold air.

Oh my god! Just how much strength did this guy's fist have!

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