Feng Wenlong knew he was going to die, so he had decided to drag everyone to hell with him.
Moreover, his attacks were indiscriminate, making no distinction between friend and foe.
The group that had just barged in was completely dumbfounded.
"What are they doing?"
"Did they have a falling-out because they couldn't agree on how to divide the spoils?"
"Or maybe they've gone insane."
Noticing the newcomers who had suddenly rushed in, the people fighting fiercely gradually stopped.
"You're not all dead yet?"
"You sure have tough lives!"
Feng Wenlong spat out a mouthful of blood, wiped the blood from the corner of his split lips, and fixed a malicious stare on Feng Han.
"Big Brother, your life is even tougher. Even that couldn't kill you."
"But so what if you made it out alive? I can still make you suffer more than death!"
Before he had even finished speaking, he had already charged toward Feng Han.
Unfortunately, Su Qiao had been prepared. She kicked him hard and sent him flying.
"Get lost! Trash!"
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Su Qiao's kick had been vicious, nearly using all her strength. By the time Feng Han got up from the ground, blood covered the area around his mouth and beneath his nose, and he was coughing nonstop.
"How dare you call me trash? Do you know who I am?"
Su Qiao snorted. "Aren't you just trash? The kind that can't be recycled and can only be destroyed."
"You...?"
Feng Wenlong had never expected that some random woman would dare treat him this way. Furious, he pointed at her and was about to curse her out.
Feng Han put an arm around Su Qiao's shoulders and cast a cold glance at Feng Wenlong. "My wife told you to get lost. Didn't you hear