Chapter 272: [272] This guy is not being a good son_1
“It’s too late now, even if I don’t get out, they will smash the car. Don’t worry, I can handle it,” Tang Feng said with a smile as he touched Mao Anyi’s cheek.
Under normal circumstances, such an action would definitely have been met with Mao Anyi’s fierce resistance.
But she was too panicked at the moment to notice anything unusual.
Tang Feng didn’t say anything more and directly opened the door to get out of the car.
“Who’s the boss here? Let’s have a chat?” His mouth still wore a smile as his gaze slowly swept over the gang of fierce and menacing men.
Immediately, the crowd parted.
A man wearing a black BOY LONDON T-shirt with a thick gold chain around his neck slowly stepped forward.
He had a cigarette dangling from his lips and a machete in his hand, his face full of arrogance.
“I’m the boss, what do you want to talk abou…”
Before he could finish his sentence, Tang Feng had already rushed at him with the speed of lightning, grabbed his gold chain, and pulled hard.
The man’s body involuntarily tipped forward.
Before he could react, Tang Feng’s vicious knee strike heavily slammed into his chest.
“Pu…”
The man immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling unbearably aggrieved.
Damn it, is this kid not human?
Wasn’t he just going to talk? Why did he suddenly start hitting?
He felt a sense of being cheated.
However, Tang Feng’s movements were too fast for him to get his head around the problem before he got kicked in the lower abdomen and flew into the crowd.
In the second before he passed out, he had only one thought in his mind.
If given another chance, he would not exchange a single word with this kid and would have ordered his men to chop him into mincemeat right away.
Without any hesitation upon taking down the leader, and as the enemy was headless and briefly confused, Tang Feng charged into the crowd.
Now, his ability to fight off a hundred was finally displayed.
Amidst his frenzied surges to the left and charges to the right, he had the gang sprawling and tumbling in disarray.
Sitting in the car, Mao Anyi’s heart had already leapt to her throat, and she had even forgotten the stabbing pain in her abdomen.
Not until she saw Tang Feng taking the initiative and decisively taking down the enemy’s leader, then charging into the crowd alone, beginning his one-sided slaughter.
To ordinary people, these vicious and evil forces seemed like lambs to the slaughter in Tang Feng’s hands.
This massive contrast left her dumbfounded.
After overcoming her initial panic, a fascinated glow gradually appeared in her beautiful eyes.
If a man was simply handsome and wealthy, he might not be able to stir her heart, as she had seen too many such men.
But if this man also possessed top-notch antique appraisal skills, betting skills, medical skills, and combat strength…
The charm displayed by such a man was simply irresistible.
Mao Anyi sat stupefied watching Tang Feng mow down the gangsters, leaving a trail of agony and wails wherever he went.
Her heart soared wildly, almost wishing she could become a superwoman and fight at his side…
As Tang Feng was wreaking havoc all around, a figure suddenly appeared behind him with extreme speed.
The person was holding a dagger, which under the streetlights, had a chilling gleam.
“Tang Feng, be careful!”
Mao Anyi’s eyes were filled with panic as she hastily shouted towards Tang Feng.
But it seemed to be a step too late.
The dagger had already traced a beautiful arc in the air, aiming straight for Tang Feng’s back.
It must be said, the speed of this person launching the surprise attack was indeed fast.
Tang Feng had just sensed a murderous aura flashing behind him, and the next second, the dagger was already close to his back.
Without a moment to think, he rolled on the ground.
Though somewhat in disarray, he still managed to dodge the fatal strike at the last moment.
Before he could steady himself, that murderous aura pressed in again.
“Damn, it’s not over yet?”
Tang Feng’s anger flared up, he rolled again on the spot, and casually grabbed a machete that had fallen nearby.
As he stood up, he used the machete to block behind him.
“Clang…”
The incoming dagger behind him struck precisely against the machete’s blade.
Tang Feng immediately felt a huge force coming at him, nearly causing the machete to fly out of his hands.
From this alone, one could tell how strong the attacker was.
Seizing the opportunity, he dashed forward two meters, then turned to face his opponent.
A typical Southeast Asian appearance, with a strong build and dark skin.
The aura emanating from him alone was enough to tell that this person’s strength was extraordinary.
“Using your skills for sneak attacks? Have you no shame?” Tang Feng taunted while guarding against another surprise attack.
But the man babbled a few words, clearly unable to understand him.
“Crap, really is a foreigner,” Tang Feng muttered, and then made an international hand gesture directly at him.
The man couldn’t keep his composure and was enraged by the hand gesture, holding the dagger in reverse grip, he launched another attack at Tang Feng.
Until now, Tang Feng had fought only street thugs, this was his first time facing a true expert, and he immediately became fully alert.
“Clang…”
He blocked the man’s dagger with his machete, then followed through with a sweeping strike.
With the advantage of reach, his machete’s attack radius was around one meter, forcing his opponent to step back.
Tang Feng seized the initiative and continued his assault.
“Clang, clang, clang…”
The sounds of clashing weapons were incessant.
Sitting in the car, Mao Anyi’s heart was once again in her throat.
This dance of blades and shadows was too perilous; a mere misstep could lead to a fatal outcome.
“Buddha, bless him, Tang Feng must not come to harm…”
Though she was not religious, in this short span, she had prayed to every deity in the Eastern and Western pantheons.
Fortunately for her broad knowledge, an ordinary person wouldn’t even know there were so many gods and immortals in the world.
“Clang…”
At that moment, the situation in the field changed once again.
Tang Feng knocked the man’s dagger out of his hand with his machete and then charged forward, aiming for his opponent’s head.
The man was unable to dodge in time and could only watch as the machete drew nearer and nearer.
But at the last moment, Tang Feng stopped the attack.
He threw the machete aside, assumed a Bajiquan starting pose, and waved at the man.
“You get it?”