This scene left the other burly men dumbstruck.
They had not expected Chen Feng to really dare to make a move, and to do so immediately, so decisively!
"Damn it, you rebel, you actually dared to hit him?"
The remaining four burly men immediately became furious and glared at Chen Feng, berating him.
"It was he who asked me to hit him. You all heard it. Moreover, I’m soft-hearted and can’t stand it when someone begs me. He was so eager for me to hit him; how could I stand by and do nothing?"
Chen Feng replied with a faint smile.
"Go to hell, guys, beat him up!"
The four burly men’s eyes bulged with rage as they swung their fists and attacked Chen Feng from all sides.
Seeing this, Zhuo Yating sighed.
She knew that Chen Feng was in big trouble.
Facing the joint attack of four burly men, even she, a Taekwondo black belt, wouldn’t have the slightest advantage, let alone Chen Feng, a physically average man. He would likely be defeated in an instant.
And after his defeat, only one outcome awaited Chen Feng, and that was death!
These robbers were capable of anything, not to mention killing.
Not only would Chen Feng die, but she would be done for as well.
Thinking this, Zhuo Yating closed her eyes in complete despair, devoid of any fighting spirit.
In her view, all hope was already lost.
Just then, an incredibly agonizing scream echoed through the courtyard.
Hearing this, Zhuo Yating didn’t even bother to open her eyes to look, and naturally assumed it was Chen Feng’s scream.
However, a second later, another scream resonated, even more miserable than the previous one, and it didn’t seem to come from the same person!
Zhuo Yating’s delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed before she quickly opened her eyes to look.
At this sight, Zhuo Yating was completely stunned, her pretty face covered in shock.
The four burly men who had been attacking Chen Feng were now two of them lying on the ground, clutching their stomachs in extreme pain, rolling on the ground and wailing.
Just then, Chen Feng moved again.
Zhuo Yating hadn’t even seen how Chen Feng had struck when a Black Shadow flashed by, followed immediately by two screams. The remaining two burly men were sent flying, crashing heavily against the courtyard wall not far behind, cracking the entire wall.
The two men were embedded in the wall, hanging there without falling, completely stuck on the wall!
Beating someone like hanging a painting!
At this moment, Zhuo Yating truly understood the meaning of this phrase!
Previously, she had only seen such scenes in science fiction movies or cartoons, where the hero punches the villain into the wall, and they hang there unable to come down.
But now she was witnessing it in real life, which was absolutely shocking!
Not only her, but the arrogantly dressed man in the white shirt and the remaining nine burly men were also frozen in place, their eyes filled with shock.
To beat someone so violently they couldn’t even come down from the wall—how terrifying must the strength be to accomplish such a feat?
This was truly terrifying!
The man in the white shirt narrowed his eyes, a hint of coldness flashing through, thinking to himself: If this man is not eliminated, he will become a major threat!
With this thought, the man in the white shirt no longer hesitated and directed the remaining nine burly men, "Forget about this woman for now, pick up your weapons and let’s all go deal with that kid!"
Hearing this command, the nine burly men, without a word, pulled out daggers from their waists and charged at Chen Feng.
Seeing this, Zhuo Yating’s eyes flashed with worry.
After all, these were nine burly men, twice the number as before, and they were all wielding weapons, making them very difficult to deal with.
However, Chen Feng’s face remained calm as ever.
Faced with nine burly men charging at him with bladed weapons, Chen Feng’s lips curved into a cold smile, and at once his entire being transformed into a Black Shadow, charging actively towards the nine men!
The nine burly men, gritting their teeth, swung their daggers trying to stab Chen Feng.
But, such a level of attack was simply child’s play from Chen Feng’s perspective.
Chen Feng twisted his body, easily dodging the attacks of the nine men, then, not giving them a chance to strike again, he swung his fist and smashed it towards them.
Only to hear nine muffled sounds in succession.
With each muffled sound, one of the burly men screamed as he flew backwards, then hung grotesquely on the courtyard wall.
In a matter of seconds, all nine burly men were hanging on the wall in a line, creating quite the spectacular scene.
At this point, all the underlings of the man in the white shirt were up on the wall.
Zhuo Yating was completely dumbfounded by this visual shock, which absolutely could not be compared to watching a 3D movie in the cinema with 3D glasses.
The man in the white shirt’s eyes were wide with shock, gaping at Chen Feng. His expression could no longer be simply described with the word "afraid."
In his eyes, Chen Feng was a complete Demon, could an ordinary person possess such strength?
You should know, these subordinates of his had been through tough times, robbing jewelry stores and wealthy merchants, what had they not seen? But, in Chen Feng’s hands, they were like trash, not withstanding a single blow; how could he not be fearful, how could he not be afraid?
Thinking of the scenes from moments ago, the man in the white shirt felt a chill run down his spine, his whole body trembling.
Just then, Chen Feng’s gaze fell upon him, and he lifted his leg, slowly walking towards him.
Seeing this, the man in the white shirt’s pupils contracted, his body trembling violently, he swiftly raised the dagger in his hand with the tip pointing at Chen Feng, his voice quivering with fear, "You... don’t come any closer, come any closer and I’ll stab you to death!"
Chen Feng’s lips curved slightly, and his entire being transformed into a Black Shadow again, appearing right in front of the man in the white shirt the next second.
This scared the man in the white shirt so much that he stiffened, then clenching his teeth, he lunged his dagger at Chen Feng.
Zhuo Yating quickly called out a warning.
However, Chen Feng’s face remained as calm as ever.
As the dagger’s tip got closer and closer to Chen Feng’s abdomen, just about to pierce him,
At that moment, Chen Feng raised his right hand, stretched out his finger, and lightly flicked the dagger.
The dagger instantly broke into two pieces, falling to the ground.
In the man in the white shirt’s hands, only the hilt remained, without the blade!
Seeing this, the man in the white shirt was nearly frightened out of his wits.
That was a metal dagger, yet it was broken by a single flick from Chen Feng; was he even human?
Thinking this, the man in the white shirt’s scalp tingled.
And right then, an ice-cold voice sounded next to his ear.
"Tell me, do you want a flip-top coffin or a sliding one?"