Tang San's handsome face filled with confusion when he heard that.
Wasn't Feng Ge supposed to take command?
Why was it suddenly handed over to me?
"I'll stand in front of you. You're the shield, and I'm the spear!"
Qin Feng turned his gaze, a sharp glint flashing in his black eyes.
An unprecedented gravity appeared on his face.
"Alright, I understand what you mean, Feng Ge. If we can free ourselves up, we'll support you!!"
Tang San immediately understood Feng Ge's intentions and nodded solemnly.
Feng Ge wanted him to split their forces at the front and ease the pressure on those behind.
After all, they could not withstand the combined attacks of nearly a hundred black-clad men!
The numbers were right there. No matter how solid their defense was, there would always be openings.
"Take care of yourselves first before coming to support me."
Qin Feng spoke calmly.
These were all experts at the Spirit King level and above.
Spirit Hall had truly made a lavish investment.
"Kid, do you know the saying, 'The bird that sticks its head out gets shot'?"
Seeing Qin Feng, clad in red underpants, walk in front of them with his hands in his pockets and an arrogant expression, the leading man's smile suddenly turned mocking.
His words carried bone-chilling coldness.
"Yes, the bird that sticks its head out gets shot."
Qin Feng looked at the man with a meaningful expression.
"You want to die?!"
How could the leader fail to realize that Qin Feng was implying that they were the birds sticking their heads out?
"You can understand it that way."
Qin Feng shrugged slightly, looking utterly unconcerned.
"Oh ho, you've got some backbone, kid. Too bad you'll soon be a dead man!"
The man's smile was like ice.
It carried a