From the moment the foul-mouthed woman and the fat man were smashed into the wall, Lou Feng hadn't been surprised in the slightest. If anything, he'd seen it coming.
And after Zhou Cheng was swung up by Ji Jue and thrown flying past the top of his head, his eyelids began to twitch violently.
Good thing I reacted fast and stayed far away!
Even so, looking at Zhou Cheng not far away, he still didn't feel safe enough.
Lou Feng's brows furrowed tighter and tighter as he backed away again and again. Keeping the others in front of him wasn't enough; he did his best to edge a little farther into the corner.
Others might not know, and it was one thing to mock him over what had happened before, but as someone who had experienced it firsthand, how could he not know?
When that lunatic Ji Jue got into a fight, he didn't recognize family or friends—he didn't care whether anyone lived or died!
You people haven't been hit by machine-gun fire or Fuel Bombs before. Fine if you want to get yourselves killed, but don't let your blood splash on me!
This custom suit of mine is damn hard to clean!
Not far away, the accusations finally sounded.
"Despicable!"
"You actually launched a sneak attack!"
"Shameless!"
Seeing Ji Jue make the first move without the slightest martial morality, with Zhou Cheng already nearly crippled before they could even react, the others paled in shock and began cursing.
As for Ji Jue, he couldn't have cared less.
He even felt like picking his ear.
Wasn't this normal?
Wasn't this how fighting worked? Use whatever you had; use whatever worked. Even an idiot knew that Embers were weakest in sudden encounters—you had to make a ruthless move first, beat them