C318 Unforeseen

Meng Jingfeng stood there without moving. When his fist was close to his throat, he reached out and grabbed the fist. His wrist sank, and there was a "kacha" sound as a scream sounded.

The other three men had already rushed over, short knives appearing out of nowhere in their hands.

Meng Jingfeng took form and directly swept the man who was grabbed by the fist away like a weapon