The burly man's words had barely left his mouth.
Li Feng flicked his wrist, and the hot tea from the teacup in his hand splashed directly onto Wang Jinfa's face.
"Ah!"
Caught off guard, Wang Jinfa got a face full of hot liquid, screaming miserably.
"You don't want to live anymore."
The burly man, holding a watermelon knife against Li Feng's neck, was about to chop him, but to Li Feng, his actions were as slow as a snail.
Li Feng reached out, grabbed the blade of the watermelon knife, and kicked the guy in the shin.
Thud.
The burly man lost his balance and directly knelt on the ground, clutching his aching knees, while Li Feng swiftly seized the watermelon knife, giving the man a cold sweep as he swung it backhand.
Smack.
The back of the watermelon knife struck the man's face, which was full of flesh, creating a crisp sound echoing in the room.
Spurt.
The burly man spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with teeth.
