Ren Feng swung the baton in his hand swiftly, creating a series of shadows, stupefying the policeman. Finally, with a sudden flick, the baton stopped just an inch from his face.
Cold sweat covered the policeman's forehead as he gulped with difficulty.
Ren Feng smiled slightly, "Don't worry, I won't hit you."
After saying that, he withdrew the baton.
The policeman breathed a sigh of relief, but the next second, Ren Feng brutally struck the policeman with the baton, knocking him to the ground.
"You, you!" the policeman pointed at Ren Feng with difficulty.
"I said I won't hit you, but I didn't say I wouldn't strike you." Ren Feng tossed the baton and then walked out.
As soon as he stepped out of the room, Ren Feng was taken aback and then quickly raised his hands: "I say, we're all Huaxia people, why point your guns at your own compatriots? That's how accidents happen, yes yes, lift the muzzles a bit higher."
