?Ye Zhongshan and others received Zhou Zhenlei's request for help and immediately rushed down the hospital hall through the VC machine. Seeing Zhou Zhenlei rushing in in a mess, they were all surprised: "Senior Brother Zhou, what happened?"

When Ye Zhongshan saw Zhou Zhenlei's swollen and purple right arm, his face changed: "Senior Brother Zhou, have you met the master of the Yang family?"

In the outer hall of the martial arts hall, there are only a few ancient martial artists who can defeat Zhou Zhenlei, and even the masters of the inner hall may not be able to do it. In Nandu City, Ye Zhongshan does not think that anyone else can do it, so he has this question.

Zhou Zhenlei shook his head and breathed rapidly, saying, "It's not that master, it's Yang Feng..."

"Yang Feng..." The crowd gasped, thinking that they had hallucinations of hearing, but seeing Zhou Zhenlei's frightened expression, he believed that what Wu Jiu said yesterday was the truth.

Ye Zhongshan came to his senses and said, "Senior Brother Zhou, your right arm may have damaged your muscles and bones, so it is best to find a doctor to deal with it."

Zhou Zhenlei turned around and looked out of the hall door vigilantly, and said in a deep voice: "He is still outside now, so it is not advisable to stay here for a long time. Let's go back to the nursing room of Jin Shao's ward first."

The five returned to the presidential ward nursing room in Jinming City. Cheng Gang invited an emergency doctor to make a simple treatment for Zhou Zhenlei's arm, and then continued the previous topic. Lei Qinghong was quite meticulous and puzzled: "If he really reached the level of a master, wouldn't he be able to kill us easily? Why would he be beaten back by us that night on the Wing Bar?"

Zhou Zhenlei frowned. In fact, he was also a little suspicious of Yan Feng's strength, but Yan Feng's performance just now shocked him. The terrifying force was not pretended. He thought: "Maybe his internal strength has not reached the level of a master, but strengthened his physique to the level of a master, but the destructive power caused by his body speed is enough to be comparable to that of a master in the level of a master!"

Ye Zhongshan and others were shocked, and suddenly felt that Yan Feng's strength became mysterious. Cheng Gang hesitated for a while and asked, "Senior Brother Zhou, Yang Feng is so powerful. Isn't the strength of the master who teaches his martial arts unfathomable? With the strength of the five of us, if we face such masters, it would be very dangerous?"

If it were normal for him to say such a long ambition to destroy his might, Zhou Zhenlei would definitely give him a slap, but now what he said was completely at the critical point. Zhou Zhenlei is the strongest among the five, and even a young disciple cannot defeat him, let alone that master?

"Senior Brother Zhou, we will give up this task and let the people in the inner hall stir up this muddy water, leaving the green mountains there, and not be afraid of no fire. We don't need to take risks for the contribution of one billion and half." Ye Zhongshan persuaded with a serious face.

Zhou Zhenlei's face was gloomy and terrifying. He was silent for a long time and said, "We must give up this task, but we must report the situation of the Yang family to the martial arts hall. Otherwise, if the people in the inner hall intervened and discovered the situation of the Yang family, they would definitely settle the accounts on us after the accident."

"It's all caused by the old bastard of Jin Yuanjun. He provoked all the bulls and ghosts and snake gods. I blinded one of my eyes. When the mission cycle ends, he will definitely kill his whole family!" Ye Zhongshan thought of Jin Yuanjun's domineering face, and his teeth were itchy. His one-eye burst into a cold and fierce cold light.

...

Yan Feng repelled Zhou Zhenlei, worried that this was a trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain, so he hurried back to the medical room where Butler Zheng was. Seeing that his left hand was covered with blood, Zheng Hantai almost jumped up from the sofa and said in shock: "Young Master, are you injured?"

"It's just a little skin trauma, it won't be a problem, it'll be fine after a while." Yan Feng knew Zheng Hantai's personality very well. If he told the truth, maybe after Butler Zheng was discharged from the hospital, he would settle accounts with the people from the martial arts hall. Although the magical effect of the blood crystal can quickly repair skin and muscle tissue damage, the trauma on the muscles and bones is much slower, and he may not be able to hold the sword within three or five days.

"I almost forgot that there is blood crystal in your body." Zheng Hantai breathed a sigh of relief and took out a few wet cotton from the medicine box on the wall to wipe the blood on Yan Feng's hands.

Yan Feng endured the pain that touched his muscles and bones, and his expression remained calm on his face, saying, "The people from the Jin family have been staying in the hospital. Mr. Zheng stayed here for fear of accidents. You can go to the transfer procedures tomorrow morning and let Dr. Guan come to his home for treatment."

"Young Master, isn't it okay?" Zheng Hantai hesitated.

Yan Feng smiled and said, "I'm the only one left at home now. Butler Zheng and you. When you are not sick, Dr. Guan took care of the Yang family for so many years. He has to find something for him to do, otherwise he will leave."

Zheng Hantai could feel Yan Feng's father and son as his family, and he was moved in his heart and said with a smile: "Young Master, you are wrong. Dr. Guan has been receiving salary for the past two years, and the Yang family will not have only three of us in the future. Now it is Miss Qiu, and there are Miss Han in the future. There are many young masters and princesses in the future, so he will be busy!"

"I think you're itchy, are you looking for a fight?"

Yan Feng stayed in the Garden of Eden for a day and a night. Although he had just passed a fierce battle, he still felt extremely energetic and worried that the people from the martial arts hall would come again. Therefore, he stayed in the nursing room with Zheng Hantai. The two talked about the past before their separation until dawn.

After most of the day of rest, Mr. Zheng has recovered from waking up, but he has lost too much blood and his face is a little pale. He usually takes care of Yang Zhenhua and Yan Feng's diet and daily life. Now he is lying in bed and lets several servants take turns to take care of him, which makes him feel uncomfortable.

Zheng Hantai felt funny when he saw his father's expression as if he was suffering and said, "Dad, the young master said, you have been working for the Yang family for half your life, and now you should enjoy your happiness. I will leave the Yang family's affairs to me in the future."

"Boy, see that I'm lying on the bed now, I can't move you, right?"

When Mr. Zheng saw his son's smug expression, he felt angry and wanted to bounce off the bed and make a good meal for his son. But then he thought that he would temporarily take over the position of Chairman of the Yang Group. The burden of the Yang family management would mostly fall on his son. He said, "At your current level, let alone managing the Yang family, I think you can't even handle your own life well. Wait until you get the senior housekeeper qualification certificate before coming to tell me."

Zheng Hantai smiled and said, "You don't need to squeeze me. I've learned this trick for a thousand times. Afeng's mind is much wider than you, and he won't care about this little bit."

When Butler Zheng heard his name to Yan Feng, he was so angry that he quickly fucked the fiber cup on the small table beside the bed and threw it at him. His accurate head was extraordinary, and he heard a "pop" sound, hitting his forehead.

"Dad, it hurts a lot," Zheng Hantai covered his head and walked towards the fitting mirror. When he saw a red and purple mark on his forehead, he immediately showed a bitter face. "It's disfigured. I still have to make a living by relying on this face. If I can't get a good wife, don't blame me."

"Boy, I think I'm too indulging you in the past and forgot the magnanimity of the master and servant. If you dare to talk to the young master in this way, I will break your leg!" Butler Zheng leaned on the table again, but grabbed the controller of the equipment in the room.

“This is not a fiber cup!”

Zheng Hantai was startled and hurriedly ran out. When he left the room door, he slowed down. He was in a good mood now, and his father looked nothing serious. Without the constraints of his father's rules and regulations, he would definitely have a comfortable life during this period. As he thought about it, he hummed a small song. As soon as he walked to the stairs, he saw someone walking towards the corridor of the master's room opposite. Looking at him, he was shocked by the beautiful face with a trace of ice and snow.

“So beautiful!”

He secretly praised in his heart, then thought of the other party's identity, and hurriedly bowed and said, "Young lady, it's early!"

"Young Madam?" Yan Bing was stunned and couldn't react.

Zheng Hantai immediately realized that he had used the wrong title and quickly changed his words: "Miss Qiu, breakfast is ready, the young master and Miss Ling Wei should be in the hall."

"Yeah." Yan Bing nodded slightly, and a red glow appeared on his pretty face.

Zheng Hantai took her expression into his eyes and felt good about her: "She looks cold on the surface, but she has such a cute side. Will even her father praise her?"

After the two came downstairs, Yang Lingwei turned around and looked at Yan Bing, her eyes obviously with a bit of hostility. Zheng Hantai was not unfamiliar with Yang Lingwei, and soon noticed her strangeness and said to Yan Feng: "Young Master, you can have a meal."

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