"Rip!" A crisp sound.
The young girl clinging to Zhang Feng's ankle actually tore her own shirt open from the middle!
Seeing this, Zhang Feng was really fired up!
But he couldn't help but shout:
"You all saw it! This wasn't me, she tore the clothes herself!"
The two thugs rushing over with sharp weapons were stunned upon hearing this:
"Is he talking to us?"
"What should we have seen?"
Forget it, let's kill this kid first!
"Die, you brat!!!"
"Ugh—"
The two men rushed toward Zhang Feng with ferocity.
Zhang Feng was just about holding it together as the girl clutched his leg.
But now the girl was actually trying to pull down his pants!
Good heavens!
In the middle of a fight at night, he couldn't let that happen!
He could only hurriedly grab his waistband and said distressingly to the girl at his feet:
"No, miss, calm down!"
"Get a grip! It's been ten years since the ant walking competition...."
However, before Zhang Feng finished speaking.
