Little Beard glared at Lin Feng, who was smiling faintly. Anger surged within him. His fists clenched, joints CRACKING. "You dare meddle in the Qingzi Sect's affairs? Don't blame me for getting greedy!" he threatened.
"If you won't play by the rules, then neither will I! You refused the 20,000 I offered, so now you won't get a cent! Let's see what you can do. Qingzi Sect? I've never heard of them!" Lin Feng shook his head, continuing to help Liu Yan walk away.
"Well, let me teach you a lesson then!" Little Beard lunged forward, swinging a heavy punch towards the back of Lin Feng's head.
"Lin Feng, be careful!" Tang Rou cried out in panic.
Even without Tang Rou's warning, Lin Feng had already heard the air whistling behind him. Discerning the attacker's position by sound, he gently pushed Liu Yan forward, then lightly leaped up. With a swift side-back kick, he sent the unprepared Little Beard flying three meters before the man CRASHED to the ground.
