"Jun, it's him."
Xiaoyong said with difficulty, sweat streaming down his forehead, pointing at Ren Feng.
"Jun, help me kill him!" Xiaoyong said, pausing between each word.
Ren Feng didn't speak, still looking at the other side with an indifferent expression.
The Four Young Masters of Suhang stood aside, Jiang Xiangwen with a wry smile, Yang Rui and Song Ziwu with cold gleams in their eyes, while Cheng Fei looked extremely calm.
Jun's face was cold as ice, staring at Ren Feng. He waved to the brothers standing at a distance who didn't dare to come over, and they ran over with machetes and clubs.
"Cripple one of his legs."
Jun's words were concise, and instantly, the gangsters who followed felt their blood boil, directly charging at Ren Feng with a howl, surrounding him.
