"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.

Yang Rui and Cheng Fei both had expressions as if watching a show, without any intention of stopping it, while Song Ziwu's eyes flashed with murderous intent. If this test could directly take out Ren Feng, that would be perfect.

Jiang Xiangwen felt a headache; he couldn't stop it now, or he would be considered an enemy by everyone mixed up in Suhang.

But at this moment, Jiang Moshu, who had been sitting all along, suddenly stood up.

"Mr. Song, can you do me a favor and let this go this time?"

Jiang Xiangwen was taken aback, and Yang Rui's face twisted even more, as if he wanted to tear Ren Feng apart alive.

"Mr. Jiang, what do you say?" Cheng Fei looked at Jiang Xiangwen indifferently.

"Moshu, stay out of this," Jiang Xiangwen said helplessly.

If Jiang Moshu really intervened, it would mean tying the Jiang Family together with Ren Feng.

Ren Feng looked somewhat surprised at Jiang Moshu, who always disliked men, then smiled slightly, "I don't need to be given face by him; my face is always earned through my own efforts."

Jiang Moshu snorted lightly, no longer speaking.

Ren Feng looked at Jun and said indifferently, "Make it quick, I'm in a hurry."

"You're quite arrogant."

Jun picked up a club from the side and suddenly swung it at Ren Feng with a whoosh!

Ren Feng's eyes narrowed slightly; Jun charged at the forefront, a more than one meter long iron rod whooshing towards Ren Feng's chest.

But suddenly, Ren Feng's body collapsed softly to the ground like catkins. Just as his head was about to touch the ground, his feet remained firmly nailed to the ground.

This move is called Iron Plate Bridge, taught by the old man.

In an instant, Cheng Fei, who still had a calm face, couldn't help but pay a bit more attention.

"Many people can execute the Iron Plate Bridge, but to achieve such a curve with such proficiency, it's my first time seeing it," Cheng Fei said seriously.

Jun struck down, losing sight of Ren Feng. By the time he wanted to retract and strike again, Ren Feng pushed off the ground with his hands, performing a backward flip, and kicked Jun's unstable forward-leaning body up like a shadow.

Jun's eyes blurred, and then he felt his body leave the ground.

Like a dandelion blown by the wind, he slammed into the wall with a bang.

"Cough, cough"

Under the terrifying force from Ren Feng, Jun's whole body felt like it was falling apart. He wanted to get up and fight again, but no matter how hard he tried, his limbs had no strength left.

With just one kick, the so-called number one on the Suhang circuit was sent flying.

Everyone around was somewhat shocked; the gangsters also lunged at Ren Feng, shouting and screaming.

Ren Feng grabbed a club coming at his face, forcefully swinging it away, pulling out his own club, and then in a backhanded strike, smashed a sneaky attacker, leaving him with a bloodied face.

With a weapon in hand, Ren Feng was undoubtedly even more formidable, attacking more fiercely, hitting hard.

Every time someone dared to launch an attack, he would decisively break a leg.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Like hitting dogs, the gangsters kept screaming in pain, rolling on the ground and clutching their knees.

Eventually, the gangsters became afraid, no longer flaunting and threatening like before, rarely attacking, only circling around Ren Feng.

Standing in the middle with his club, Ren Feng looked at the remaining gangsters circling him, not making a move. He said indifferently, "Are you still going to fight?"

Seeing no one respond and not wanting to waste more time, Ren Feng took the initiative, taking the club and breaking a leg of each person, just like before.

The constant slapping sound echoed in everyone's ears, making their hearts pound in fear.

When all that remained on the ground were people clutching their legs and wailing in pain, and Ren Feng stood alone with his club in the middle, everyone was stunned.

Song Ziwu's face was pale; he realized that Ren Feng, this bodyguard, was not simple. Although there was still murderous intent in his eyes, his body involuntarily took a step back.

Initially, he hoped Jun could directly take out Ren Feng and throw him into the West Lake like taking out the trash.

But unexpectedly, even these top fighters, who lived by the blade and each once took on fifty men alone, were no match for him.

How is this possible?

Song Ziwu wondered if something was wrong; this was just a regular bodyguard, so how could he be so strong?

Cheng Fei stepped forward with a serious expression, looking at Ren Feng and said, "Friend, it's good to leave some leeway in dealings, so you can meet again in the future. Didn't you hit a bit too hard?"

It's his first time calling someone outside Suhang a friend.

"Why meet again? I won't be coming back to Suhang anyway," Ren Feng smiled slightly, revealing white teeth, "The reason I broke one leg each is because he only said to break one of my legs before."

Ren Feng pointed the club at Jun, who was lying near the wall and unable to get up.

If he had said two legs earlier, then the situation would have been worse now.

"Do you think you can leave Suhang?" Cheng Fei said coldly.

"Whether I leave or not, that's for later; now, I have more important things to do."

Ren Feng said as he walked towards Song Ziwu with the club.

When Song Ziwu's eyes met Ren Feng's, he immediately felt guilty and quickly looked away, retreating behind Cheng Fei.

"Ren Feng, let's just call it a day? It won't be good for either of us if this gets out of hand," Jiang Xiangwen also stepped forward and said.

"You didn't intervene just now, and now you still shouldn't intervene. Right?" Ren Feng smiled at Jiang Xiangwen.

Jiang Xiangwen's face turned a bit red. Indeed, when others were attacking Ren Feng, he didn't stop them, and now when it's Ren Feng's turn to fight back, he's stepping in to play the good guy. It really doesn't make sense.

Cheng Fei frowned, took a step forward, and just blocked the way for Ren Feng to deal with Song Ziwu, saying, "Alright. Let's stop here. Do you really want to wipe us all out?"

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