Soon, under Li Fei's sweeping attacks, dozens of henchmen all fell into the lake. Some people couldn't swim, flailing their arms and legs while wailing, "Help!"
"Young Master Zhao, Young Master Zhao, are you okay?" Guo Meimei hurried over to Zhao Zheng, squatted down, and helped him up from the ground.
"Ow, ow, be gentle."
Zhao Zheng grimaced in pain, hands on his waist, panting heavily as he stared venomously at Li Fei and asked sinisterly, "Brother, which gang are you with?"
"You're not worthy to know. If you want revenge, first learn your skills well. Now get lost and don't disturb Star Lord's filming."
"I don't need you to tell me what to do, and what if I don't leave?"
"Then you're just asking for trouble."
Li Fei kicked out, and Zhao Zheng's body flew out like a ball, landing in the lake with a whoosh.
"Quick, quick, save me!"
