Standing beside Ren Feng, Long Yue's lips slightly curled up, as if a faint smile appeared.
She glanced at Ren Feng, this man was still the same as when he was in Jiangnan City.
Wei Zhiyong's gaze suddenly turned cold, his face so dark it seemed it could drip water, his eyes flashing with a hint of killing intent. He glared at Ren Feng, like a beast about to go berserk, saying word by word: "Good, very good, your words reminded me, your face is the one I'll slap tonight!"
Ren Feng's face was calm, suddenly, a roar erupted.
"Damn! Yong, let me deal with this kid!"
The burly man from before took a step forward, and then charged at Ren Feng like a raging bull.
Whoosh!
As this man charged over, the surrounding air whipped up a fierce wind, the momentum terrifying.
People who frequent here all know of Wei Zhiyong's notorious reputation, knowing that he is the local tyrant around here.
