[272] This guy is not being a good son_1

"It's too late now, even if I don't get out, they will smash the car. Don't worry, I can handle it," Tang Feng said with a smile as he touched Mao Anyi's cheek.

Under normal circumstances, such an action would definitely have been met with Mao Anyi's fierce resistance.

But she was too panicked at the moment to notice anything unusual.

Tang Feng didn't say anything more and directly opened the door to get out of the car.

"Who's the boss here? Let's have a chat?" His mouth still wore a smile as his gaze slowly swept over the gang of fierce and menacing men.

Immediately, the crowd parted.

A man wearing a black BOY LONDON T-shirt with a thick gold chain around his neck slowly stepped forward.

He had a cigarette dangling from his lips and a machete in his hand, his face full of arrogance.

"I'm the boss, what do you want to talk abou..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Tang Feng had already rushed at him with the speed of lightning, grabbed his gold chain, and pulled hard.