Strongest Medical Saint

Since Shen Feng was unwilling to listen, Sun Antong and his people naturally did not hold back.

Without being told, the bodyguards standing beside them immediately rushed out and surrounded Shen Feng in the middle.

Meanwhile.

The man with the crooked mouth who just tried to aim a gun at Xu Wenxing hurriedly pulled out a cell phone from his pocket.

"What a pity, you will soon regret your choice," Sun Antong said with a smile emerging on his face.

Qin Zhanyuan adjusted his glasses, his face devoid of much expression, but his eyes were filled with coldness. If Shen Feng couldn't be used by him, he must be eliminated, of course.

Watching the crooked-mouthed man shakily press the buttons on the phone, getting the numbers wrong several times, he did not possess the composure of the three tycoons; he was truly frightened by Shen Feng's strength and speed just now.

Shen Feng paid no attention to the three bodyguards surrounding him and glanced at the crooked-mouthed man, "You'd better put down the phone, I don't want to create unnecessary trouble today."

Yan Xinyi sneered, "Kid, are you scared? It's hard to fight against overwhelming numbers, and within a minute, you will be facing an attack by hundreds. I hope you can remain calm and composed then."

After hearing Yan Xinyi's words, the crooked-mouthed man calmed down quite a bit, at least his arms no longer trembled. He glared fiercely at Shen Feng and shouted, "Who do you think you are? Do you think you're qualified to threaten me? I will definitely torture you later, cutting off that thing below and feeding it to the dogs."

In the midst of speaking.

This time, the crooked-mouthed man managed to press the right numbers, but just as he was about to press the call button.

Shen Feng just shook his head.

The next second.

"Whoosh!"

In front of everyone's eyes, the arm with which the crooked-mouthed man was holding the phone suddenly, and without warning, fell to the ground.

Warm blood sprayed from the stump of his limb, and perhaps because it happened so abruptly, the crooked-mouthed man himself did not immediately realize what had occurred.

It wasn't until two seconds later that he let out a hoarse scream from his throat, his face distorted by extreme pain.

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Shen Feng shook his head again.

As his muttering fell.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" The sounds followed in quick succession.

The crooked-mouthed man's other arm fell to the ground, and at the same time, his legs separated from his body.

Now the hall fell silent, and the crooked-mouthed man fainted from the pain.

"I don't like people who don't listen," Shen Feng murmured to himself.

As these words reached the ears of everyone else, the three bodyguards surrounding him should have been battle-hardened, but at this moment, they felt fear and dread in their hearts. They were certain that it was Shen Feng's doing.

But Shen Feng was clearly such a long distance away from the crooked-mouthed man. How did he manage to act? Standing in place, how did the limbs of the crooked-mouthed man keep separating from his body one after another?

Qin Zhanyuan, Yan Xinyi, and Sun Antong, these three big shots of Tianhai's underground forces, could no longer maintain the semblance of calm on their faces. Even accustomed to fierce storms and ferocious bloodshed, the scene before them instilled a deep fear within them.

This wasn't a horror movie! Why did they feel such a sense of terror? The muscles on their faces twitched incessantly, Shen Feng's abilities far exceeded their expectations, and the young man before them seemed to possess more than just strength and speed.

Including Xu Dong and Xu Wenxing, who knew Shen Feng, a look of terror was also present in their eyes. Witnessing such a horrifying scene made their hearts pound wildly. However, this father and son duo's faces were soon filled with fervor and reverence.

Shen Feng was Xu Dong's master and Xu Wenxing's grandmaster. In the future, even if they only learned a smattering of his skills, could they too possess such eerie abilities?

The two men in black who had retreated into the hall earlier possessed an even weaker mental fortitude. After witnessing the fate of the man with the crooked mouth, they collapsed to the ground, with dampness seeping from their crotches—it seemed they had been scared into wetting themselves.

Shen Feng shrugged his shoulders and glanced at the three bodyguards surrounding him, smiling, "Do you intend to lay your hands on me?"

To everyone's surprise, the three bodyguards shook their heads. They certainly didn't want to turn into broken figures! By now, they had forgotten all about their duties as bodyguards.

"Very good," Shen Feng said casually as he walked over to Qin Zhanyuan and the others, the three bodyguards stiffening significantly.

Only when Shen Feng had passed by them did they finally breathe a sigh of relief, but their clothes were completely soaked through with sweat, as if they had just been fished out of a lake.

Seeing Shen Feng approaching, Qin Zhanyuan, Yan Xinyi, and Sun Antong felt their throats dry to the point of smoking. They hadn't expected this outcome and at this point, they could only take a gamble. They each tried to pull out their cell phones to dial a number.

But before they could even retrieve their phones from their pockets, they suddenly found themselves unable to move—a force seemed to be restraining them, making even the slightest movement of their fingers a luxury.

Shen Feng casually took a seat on the sofa in the hall, "Xu Dong, do you want to kill these three men with your own hands?"

Upon hearing this,

Qin Zhanyuan and the others lost all semblance of being underworld bosses. When faced with a genuine life-or-death situation, they too became mere mortals. But when they tried to speak,

Shen Feng waved his hand, and their faces immediately turned red with the effort to restrain themselves, unable to utter a single sound.

Cold sweat streamed down the foreheads of Qin Zhanyuan, Yan Xinyi, and Sun Antong like cascading waterfalls.

Was the young man before them a human? A ghost? Or a god?

From the moment when the limbs of the man with the crooked mouth dropped, and they found themselves unable to move or even speak, their domineering aura was gone.

Looking at the unfazed Shen Feng,

Qin Zhanyuan, Yan Xinyi, and Sun Antong turned their gaze to Xu Dong, their eyes pleading for mercy. They knew that their lives now hung on mere words from Xu Dong.

After pondering for a moment, Xu Dong said, "Master, why not make them your dogs? That way, you will have control over the entire underground forces of Tianhai."

Previously,

when Shen Feng and Wang Anxiong were in Nanming County, Wang Anxiong had spoken to Xu Dong through the phone.

Being Shen Feng's disciple, Wang Anxiong naturally wouldn't conceal the matters concerning the Luo family from Nanming County. He was also aware that his master intended to present a gift on the Qin Family's anniversary in ten months, and keeping these three men alive might be advantageous.

Shen Feng glanced at Xu Dong, "Do you truly intend to let them go? I'll leave this decision to you."

Xu Dong nodded seriously, "Master, killing them outright would be too easy. It's better to let them live like dogs."

Shen Feng sighed, "Death can be avoided, but punishment cannot be escaped!"