Scarface's face turned livid when he heard those words.
A lousy White Runner, a mud-legged peasant at the qi-blood first stage at best, actually dared to boast that he would kill him on the spot?
Did he really think Scarface had been scared into adulthood?
If a few words from a White Runner frightened him into choosing that so-called "first option" today, collecting only ten taels when he had come for sixty, the gang would surely punish him severely!
Besides, if word spread that Scarface had brought a dozen or so men to collect a debt, only to have a White Runner from the City Guard Office scare the guts out of him, how could he ever hold his head up in the gang again? How could he lead the brothers under him? What would the other brothers in the gang think of him?
This brat looked so young. His Martial Dao cultivation could be no higher than entry level or minor achievement in the qi-blood first stage.
Whether for the sake of his pride or to have an explanation when he returned, there was no way he could back down today!
"Kill me? You?" Scarface laughed in fury. "Brothers, since this brat wants to be the bird that sticks its head out, let's oblige him! Get him! Just don't kill him!"
After all, a White Runner still belonged to the City Guard Office. They could not beat him to death in the street in broad daylight.
A dozen or so thugs swarmed Li Feng. Although they had no Martial Dao cultivation, years of brawling had made them quick and experienced fighters. An ordinary person might not even beat one of them, let alone a dozen. Not wetting themselves in terror on the spot would already be an achievement.
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