The blind boxer with spinal injuries was almost half-disabled, letting out a trapped beast's roar, yet it was no longer much of a threat.
Leng Feng's expression was grim; after all, the boxer was his right-hand man. The military knife had broken his right arm, and now the boxer was blind, which meant the two strongest men under his command were completely ruined.
Leng Feng's mood couldn't possibly be good.
"Li Feng, don't think you've won. It's not over yet."
Li Feng looked at Leng Feng, who was still able to talk tough, then glanced at the incredibly calm Duan Qirui. He raised his hand and beckoned.
"Take them to the upstairs room."
"Please, both of you."
The bodyguard stepped forward and "invited" the two upstairs, and as for the still-rampaging boxer, he was quickly subdued and pinned to the ground.
"Find a place to confine him separately."
