C1732 The Scorpion Society(2)

The exchange of glances only lasted for a few seconds, but the man holding the machete behind him couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't pull the machete out.

Lu Zifeng snorted coldly and twisted his wrist. The other party could not take it anymore, so he threw his hand away. Lu Zifeng conveniently used the machete to hit the other party's chest