C1169 An Old Friend

Hee Feng couldn't help but sneer when he saw him baring his fangs and brandishing his claws. How could he put a few green skinned hooligans in his eyes?

Just as Ang Qingdong thought that his punch would hit Hee Feng's forehead... Hee Feng suddenly dodged to the side, and Ang Qingdong himself... He was not a martial arts expert. He could reach out with his fists and legs. That was nothing much