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"Should trash like this return to the trash heap …" Feng Ming said, then picked up his sword and advanced forward.

The leading man also had the strength of a martial general, but he was already scared out of his wits by Feng Ming, even though he was a martial general, he could not fend off the onslaught of dozens of his subordinates, let alone Feng Ming who had swept his subordinates with such ease just now.

"You, you, don't come over here …"

This burly man was like a wife who had been bullied by a hooligan. His face was full of panic as he retreated, subconsciously covering his chest with his hands, as if he was assaulting someone.

Perhaps this posture would give him some sense of security.

Compared to before, when he swaggered around and thought that not only would he steal Feng Zhi's money, but he would also steal their lecherous time and arrogance, it was like the difference between heaven and earth.

Feng Ming nearly vomited.

He brandished his sword, which immediately scared the head of the hooligans into taking a few steps back.

Feng Ming ruthlessly ridiculed him: "Hey, Boss, didn't you want to snatch us away? Why did you give up so easily?! Are you still a man?"

The big man was furious.

To a man, it is very serious to question whether a person is a man, okay?

The head rogue was just about to get angry, but he thought that he wouldn't be able to defeat Feng Ming. Adding to the fact that there were still eight people watching them coldly from the side, from what they heard, the young man in front of them was the weakest amongst them. With such calculations, there was no possibility of him winning …

Thus, even though he felt wronged, he could only hold it in.

Therefore, Feng Ming pointed at the big thugs who were howling on the ground, and raised his chin at the leader of the thugs, "Look, these are all your brothers, you, as the boss, can't just watch them suffer, can you?

Seeing that the head rogue still hadn't moved, Feng Ming glared at him again, "Hurry, take out your own weapons and attack yourself. Just focus on getting wounds similar to theirs and then fall down with them …"

"In any case, you are all trash. If we put you together, you will become a pile of garbage!"

Hearing Feng Ming's discriminating words, the head rogue almost cried out.

If crying worked, he would definitely hug Feng Ming's leg and cry. However, it was very obvious that Feng Ming would not let him do that.

The Brawler was already in despair. Helpless, he could only grit his teeth and grit his teeth, then took out his sword and slashed his own leg.

When Feng Ming saw this, he was not satisfied, "Haven't you eaten? Look at the wounds on my body, didn't you guys have a lot of strength before?

This person was on the verge of tears.

As a last resort, he had no choice but to strike at his waist with a backhand slash.

He was afraid that if he were to make a move, where could he choose to make a move? He knew the seriousness of the situation. If this little devil were to make a move, who knew if he would be missing an arm or a leg?

Feng Ming observed the body of the rogue leader carefully, and could finally be considered satisfied. He then pointed at the big man who was groaning, and said, "Alright, let's go."

Thus, the head gangster had a bitter face as he walked among his brothers and obediently fell down.

After he finished processing the rubbish, only then did Feng Ming feel the pain from the big and small wounds on his body.

He grinded his teeth and walked towards Feng Zhi's side, then said with a bitter face. "Feng Zhi, I'm injured, it's so painful …"

The pile of "rubbish" on the floor only had their eyeballs popped out.

Such a fiendish little fiend like him had suddenly changed into a pitiful begging for comfort. They couldn't accept this!

Seeing Feng Ming acting coquettishly towards him, Feng Zhi laughed and gently patted his head, "Mn, your performance today was not bad."

Then, he took out the healing pellet for Feng Ming to eat.

In reality, Feng Ming only suffered from superficial wounds, and looked as if he had lost a lot of blood, but in reality, he was not really injured. With a warrior's recovery ability, he should be able to recover more in a few days.

The effects of the pill that Feng Zhi produced were immediate, and not long after she consumed the pill, the big and small wounds on his body started to heal and peel off, if not for the fact that the new skin was more tender than the surrounding skin, and the fact that there were still many traces of blood on Feng Ming's body, no one would believe that he had been injured before.

Seeing Feng Ming in such a sorry state, seeing that the wounds on his body were unharmed, Feng Zhi quickly condensed a water ball and washed his wounds from top to bottom. After washing them clean, he asked Feng Ming to find a place to change his clothes.

Feng Ming immediately ran into the small forest at the side, and when he returned, he was back to his usual clean and straightforward little boy appearance.

Only now did Feng Ming have the chance to look at the "trash" that he had created himself. He looked at Feng Zhi with some dissatisfaction, "These people are not even good people, why do you still want me to spare their lives after killing them?"

After going through what happened with the Zhao Family, Feng Family and the rest looked like they were filled with killing intent. If not for Feng Zhi's earlier instructions to keep them alive, they would not have been able to survive.

Feng Zhi chuckled upon hearing this.

"Leaving them behind is obviously to have them deliver a letter for us to the grand elder of the Yue clan …" She spoke with some meaning.

Hearing Feng Zhi's words, everyone's eyes lit up.

Feng Zhi must have had a good idea to make things difficult for them again.

Sometimes, they had no choice but to admit it, but didn't know how Feng Zhi's brain worked. Even if they added all of them together, they couldn't think of any idea of Feng Zhi cleaning up people that felt worse than death.

Feng Zhi smiled lightly at them, and said in a mysterious tone, "You guys just watch …"

With that, she took out a small porcelain bottle from her space, "All of you stay away from me, otherwise don't blame me for not reminding you."

How could the crowd not listen, they all retreated back to five steps away from Feng Zhi.

Then, Feng Zhi removed the stopper from the porcelain bottle and poured out some white powder from the bottle.

That powder looked very normal, but didn't seem to be that scary. Everyone recalled the caution Feng Zhi used to make them retreat, and Feng Ming couldn't help but ask curiously: "Feng Zhi, what's the use of this powder?"