A Miraculous Turn

Rooster hesitated for a moment before forcing himself to answer, "Brother Hong, this guy used to be one of Hongjie's underlings."

"Zhang Weihong's Hongjie?" Brother Hong frowned slightly, then glanced toward the mouth of the alley and spoke leisurely. "Forget it. We're out of time. Knock him out and take him away."

He claimed they were out of time, but his movements remained unhurried. It was obvious he had seen plenty of major situations and possessed exceptional composure.

Liu Shuming had long since run out of patience. Hearing Brother Hong's order, he stepped forward and slapped Feng Jun across the face.

No wonder people looked down on him. The guy really was pathetic. He was built like a tank and looked capable of fighting, yet when he hit someone, he used a slap. He really did have the air of a high school student.

But Feng Jun dodged aside, drew a thumb-thick length of rebar from behind him, and brought it down viciously.

With a dull thud, Liu Shuming swayed, then went limp and collapsed to the ground.

Rooster froze at the sight. Excluding the student who had followed them, they had seven burly men here. Who would have thought that, trapped in a dead-end alley, Feng Jun would actually dare to fight back?

What was more, he truly could not understand how Feng Jun had seemingly conjured up a foot-and-a-half-long piece of rebar.

Unfortunately for him, he might freeze, but Feng Jun would not.

Feng Jun lunged forward, swinging the rebar down at his head.

Rooster was not completely useless. He wore knuckle dusters, and although he knew blocking rebar with them would leave his hand in terrible shape, he could not just let the weapon come crashing down.

He twisted aside, avoiding the blow to his head, and