"I..." The middle-aged woman hesitated.
If she didn't tell Chen Feng, she would be sent directly to the police station.
But if she did tell Chen Feng, the consequences would be equally severe—they would definitely not let her off.
While the middle-aged woman was indecisive, she inadvertently glanced behind Chen Feng.
With that look, a hint of joy flashed across her face, and she suddenly became arrogant.
She looked at Chen Feng, smiled coldly, and said, "You want to know, don't you? Well, it depends on whether you're worthy!"
After speaking, she pointed proudly behind Chen Feng.
Chen Feng frowned and then turned to look behind him.
He saw more than a dozen young men angrily approaching from not far behind him.
The leader, with a fierce scar on his face, looked extremely vicious and difficult to provoke.
Passersby also stepped aside when they saw the group.
