The red-haired man was startled, a bit afraid, but remembering the boss was behind, he charged forward. Ren Feng tapped his foot, the machete bounced up, shaken by Ren Feng's palm force, and the handle flew directly at the red-haired man.
"Bang," the force carried by the machete knocked the red-haired man to the ground.
Ren Feng ignored the groaning thugs on the ground around him, his gaze directed at the distant Xue Li.
Xue Li raised an eyebrow, signaling to a few people around him, and several strong men appeared instantly.
"What a nuisance." Ren Feng walked up as well.
Xue Li's face showed no change; these strong men were reliable aides, very powerful.
But this thought only lasted for a moment in the confrontation with Ren Feng.
Because these seemingly strong men were knocked flying by Ren Feng with just one punch!
At this moment, Xue Li was finally shocked.
How, how is this possible?
The cigarette he had in his mouth dropped to the ground.
