Several people couldn't beat him, but their furious emotions didn't diminish at all, believing he was throwing his weight around just because he knew some kung fu.
"What are you so proud of? Just wait until our squadron leader arrives; you'll have a bitter pill to swallow."
Ye Feng was just about to speak.
The door was pushed open again, and a man walked in, tall and burly, an imposing presence emanating from him even without anger.
Ye Feng glanced sideways at him and had to admit, this man had an aura and also a heavy murderous intent.
In today's society, one is either a martial artist or a battle-hardened individual.
Clearly, this man belonged to the latter.
"Who are you?" Tong Sheng demanded of Ye Feng while glancing at his subordinates lying on the ground.
Ye Feng instantly became guarded.
Seeing his emotional state, Ye Feng's lips curled into a slight smile, "You're the squadron leader."
"Yes."