The voice arose just behind the cab driver's head.
And it was so cold, as if it came straight from Hell.
The cab driver only felt a chill run up his spine, a pressing coldness that rose from the soles of his feet and shot up to the top of his head in an instant.
He hurriedly turned his head to look behind him.
There, not far behind, stood Chen Feng—who knew since when—watching him calmly with a faint smile.
What incredible speed!
The cab driver was entirely taken aback, his eyes filled with shock.
"What are you spacing out for, hurry up and shoot him!"
Seeing this, the leading thug became aware something was amiss and quickly ordered the cab driver to shoot.
"Oh, right!"
Upon hearing this, the cab driver also snapped back to reality, thinking to himself, even if this man is fast, he surely can't be faster than a bullet.
With that thought, the cab driver was about to turn the gun around and fire at Chen Feng.
However, just as the cab driver was about to pull the trigger,
