As Xiao Feng walked step by step, the seven or eight people in the lounge instinctively wanted to retreat, making way for him.
That was their thought, and that was what they did.
The reason was simple: Xiao Feng's confident attitude, combined with the companions still occasionally twitching on the ground, made it difficult for anyone to stand firm in their heart.
Soon, Xiao Feng reached the door of the lounge, paused, and without turning his head, said, "If you don't make a sneak attack now, I'm really leaving."
"..." The whole room fell silent.
Is there anyone else who urges others to sneak attack them?
But to be honest, seeing Xiao Feng not even turning his head, it's definitely a lie to say there wasn't the slightest thought of a sneak attack.
The tattooed man hesitated for two seconds, but finally couldn't resist making a move, his fist heading straight for Xiao Feng's neck.
This was a very sinister move.
