As Zhang Hao regained his footing, a smug smirk appeared on his face, and he put on a tough act. "Go ahead, continue with your arrogance. What's stopping you? Are you too afraid to go against Ms. Ziyi? Do you even know whose territory Yenching is?" He taunted, "Come over here and lick my shoes, and maybe, just maybe, I'll spare your lives." With that remark, he spat on the ground and burst into loud laughter.
Chu Feng gave Chen Ziyi and her group a cold stare. He said casually, "An apology is long overdue, but it is you who should show some respect to me."
They were left dumbfounded before erupting into laughter as if they had heard a hilarious joke.
"You're absolutely ridiculous. You expect us to apologize to you? Who do you think you are? I can't stop laughing." Zhang Hao chuckled exaggeratedly.
The thugs from the Martial Arts Alliance sneered with disdain, their eyes filled with a menacing glare.
"You have the audacity to be shameless to this extent. You're just inviting your own downfall!" She finally lost her patience and smiled sinisterly. Waving her hand, she commanded, "Attack mercilessly. Even if someone ends up meeting their end, I'll handle the consequences."
The over one hundred members of the Martial Arts Alliance, eager for action, brandished their weapons and charged forward together.
Boom, boom, boom…
As the group prepared to take action, an unexpected disturbance disrupted their plans. Suddenly, thunderous noises echoed from behind, resembling an earthquake.
A massive crowd surged forward from a distance, resembling an army of thousands charging, quickly taking over all six lanes.
Chu Feng, looking up, couldn't help but smile knowingly.
Chen Ziyi and her group were equally taken aback by the unexpected turn of events, standing there bewildered.
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