Yellow Hair isn't dead, but he's close; he's barely breathing!
Indeed, often a fist is the best tool for communication. When Lin Feng swung his punch, the remaining three punks were so shocked they couldn't even utter a squeak, hanging their heads as they attempted to flee.
Lin Feng's punch not only frightened the three punks but also startled Cheng Yu and the middle-aged woman beside her. Although both women knew Lin Feng was helping them, such aggressive actions left them a little alarmed.
However, Lin Feng paid no heed to the two women's thoughts and instead reached out to block the three punks.
"Hold on! I told you to leave earlier, but now you want to run? Too late!" Lin Feng glanced at the three, speaking with a domineering tone, "Stay right here!"
"Boss... We know we were wrong. Please be generous and forgive us..."
"Brother, I know you're formidable; we were blind, please show mercy..."
"Don't kill me... I, I don't want to die..."
