Countless people swinging baseball bats came down hard on Yang Fei who charged at the forefront.
Yet, Yang Fei's figure spun like a tornado, whipping up a small violent whirlwind.
Many people's baseball bats hadn't even hit Yang Fei's body before being swept away by the strong airflow around him.
From a distance, Yang Fei's advancing momentum seemed like a giant drill, wherever he went, people fell and horses stumbled, nothing could stand in his way.
Long Hai and the woman followed closely behind Yang Fei, effortlessly without any obstruction, quickly breaking out of the encirclement.
Long Hai watched Yang Fei charging at the front, shocked in his heart.
Such martial artist prowess he had never seen before, perhaps only that cheap master uncle at Luoshanji could compare to him.
In the blink of an eye, the three had rushed to the front of the Grand Cherokee.
Yang Fei directly leaped through the open car window, landing precisely in the driver's seat.
