The two underlings, upon seeing their boss injured, could no longer contain themselves. Fuming with rage, they let out a roar and charged forward with fists swinging.
Their clenched fists bulged with veins, exuding a strong sense of power — clearly, they were veterans of frequent fights.
Unfortunately, the alleyway was rather cramped, and as the two pressed forward, a slight misstep gave the underling with a buzz cut the lead. His fist aimed for Shao Zifeng's face.
Shao Zifeng watched as the fist slowly enlarged in his vision, his face bearing a mocking smile.
A bit too slow.
With a slight tilt of his head, he dodged the punch that should have been a sure hit as it brushed past his nose with a faint whiff of air.
As the buzz cut underling overextended due to inertia, Shao Zifeng's right hand shot out lightning-fast, gripping his wrist tightly.
"Flame Palm!"