Looking at Chen Feng, calmly sitting on the sofa and sipping a drink.
Scar Face narrowed his eyes, took a few steps forward, and asked coldly, "Who are you? Where did you come from?"
Chen Feng put down his drink, glanced at Scar Face, and curled his lips into an amused smile. He joked, "It seems your intelligence department isn't that great. They haven't even told you who I am or what I look like. You always make me explain myself, sigh, so frustrating."
"What do you mean?"
Scar Face was stunned for a moment, temporarily confused about what Chen Feng actually meant.
"It doesn't mean anything. Just let those students go; they're innocent!"
Chen Feng shook his head, pointed at the students being held by the strong men, and said.
The students, upon hearing this, looked at Chen Feng, their faces full of gratitude.
Whether Scar Face would ultimately let them go or not,
just because Chen Feng could say this, they were already very grateful.
