Li Feng paid no heed to Liu Ruyi; the little girl had no idea what had just unfolded. Even from a distance, Li Feng could smell the animosity emanating from Cui Jia.
Those few foreign assassins were dead, and their deaths mattered little. Yet, someone dared to pin the blame on him.
They really took him for an easy mark, someone to handle at will.
Zhou You.
Li Feng huffed coldly. Since they had the audacity to provoke him first, they couldn't blame him for not showing any face. Li Feng left the interrogation room.
"Stop right there! Don't move, or I'll shoot."
Li Feng looked at the person pointing a handgun at him and raised his hands, "Don't shoot, I surrender."
"Turn around and place your hands on the wall."
Li Feng turned, and as the person beside him reached for the handcuffs, intent on restraining him, he twisted his body like lightning. With a swift counter-grappling move followed by a shove, his assailant face-planted into the ground.
