Are You Going to Dismiss Me?

His eyes were filled with coldness and anger, but Chen Feng didn't care at all.

"If you move, I'm sure you'll never be able to shoot again."

Chen Feng looked indifferently at the person in front of him as he spoke with a cold and serious expression. He didn't seem to be joking at all. The man, however, was inexplicably afraid as he slowly loosened his grip on the spear.

Chen Feng then threw out a punch, only to see the man spitting out a mouthful of blood. After that, he fell to the ground, with two broken teeth mixed in with that mouthful of blood.

"Don't do this without the capital. In the end, the one who will be at a disadvantage is still you. Scram."

Chen Feng reprimanded him coldly. Following that, he saw the man hurriedly turn around and run out with a flustered expression on his face.