Yellow Hair glared at Lin Feng, who remained calm, frustration coloring his face. He brushed his yellow hair back from his forehead and threatened, "Won't you give us a taste of that alcohol?"
With a wave of his hand, the other three yellow-haired punks immediately rallied around him.
"Actually, I won't!"
Lin Feng spoke and, taking the initiative, grabbed Yellow Hair by the collar and lifted him. In Lin Feng's grip, Yellow Hair was like an ant, offering no resistance.
Seeing this, the other three yellow-haired punks rushed forward to help, but Lin Feng sent them flying, one kick for each. The remaining one was too terrified to make a move.
Clogs Yellow Hair hollered, "Put me down! Do you know who I hang with? I'll kill you!"
Lin Feng released his grip, letting him fall. Before Clogs Yellow Hair could react, Lin Feng delivered two sharp slaps, one to each cheek. "How exactly are you planning to kill me?"
