C27 Lee Hao's Threat!

Before Lee Hao could even register what was happening, Ye Feng's fist had already connected with his chest.

The punch seemed casual, almost playful, as if it lacked any real force and could be easily caught.

But the impact on Lee Hao was like being struck by a small car.

His tall frame flew backward, crashing into a wall two meters away with a resounding thud