Half a minute later, the inspection of the injury was completed.

Hong Biao asked cautiously: "Master Chen, can it be cured?"

She looked anxious like a little girl.

Chen Yu rolled his eyes and asked, "What do you think?"

"The doctor said there is no way to save it except amputation."

"Then do you think it's the doctor who's better or me?"

"Of course you are amazing, you are like a reincarnation..."

"Okay, stop flattering me." Chen Yu casually slapped him on the foot. The pain made Hong Biao grin and he also stopped complimenting him.

Chen Yu said: "It's not difficult to cure, but it takes a little time. I'll do it for you later. Let me ask you, where is the little dumb?"

Hong Biao smiled bitterly and said: "Since Tan Jian was arrested, she has been trying to sneak attack on Zheng Feng, on average three or four times a day. Now she is probably on the way to a sneak attack."

"Nonsense!" Chen Yu grimaced, "She is still a child after all. The other party is protected by a great master. Once she gets entangled, the consequences are unpredictable."

"Don't worry, Mr. Chen, Xiaoya is very powerful. He has been able to escape many times before, and it will definitely be the same this time."

Chen Yu rubbed his temples with his fingers helplessly and muttered: "After hearing what you said, why do I have an ominous premonition?"

At this time, Zhong Chang came in with a young man with a solemn expression.

"Master Chen, this little brother brings bad news."

"Um?"

Chen Yu looked at the young man. The young man shivered under Chen Yu's gaze and was very uneasy.

I guess I've heard of Chen Yu's reputation, that's why I'm so uneasy.

Hong Biao explained: "He is one of my subordinates, so there is no need to doubt his loyalty."

Chen Yu nodded: "Tell me."

The young man swallowed and said, "The little mute girl was caught."

When Chen Yu heard this, he felt a little depressed and rubbed his temples harder.

…

In a luxurious private club, a different kind of cruelty is performed in the spacious hall.

The little dumb girl was tied tightly with ropes and hung on the chandelier.

Zheng Feng, the fierce dragon crossing the river, was pacing back and forth below with a whip in his hand, a deep smile on his lips.

"Assassinate me, three or four times a day, tsk tsk, you are so brave, but you still fell into my hands after all."

"I deliberately appeared in that remote and spacious place just to invite you into the urn. As I expected, you jumped in. Otherwise, I really wouldn't be able to catch you."

"Tsk, tsk, run. Aren't you slipperier than a loach? Keep running. Your meridians and qi sea are now locked. Let's see how you can still run!"

Zheng Feng smiled sinisterly, and every time he said a word, he raised his whip and whipped it hard.

Not long after, there were more than a dozen blood stains on Xiaoya's body, each of which was full of flesh and skin, which looked very scary.

Ordinary people might have died of pain long ago, but Xiaodu still bit her lips and said nothing, even her lips were about to be broken.

"Haha, you are so tenacious."

Zheng Feng licked his lips and whipped out again.

This time the whip hit Xiaodu's cheek, and with a snap, clear marks appeared on the white and tender face, and blood dripped from it.

But Xiaoya remained silent, his willpower so tenacious that it was terrifying.

Zheng Feng smiled evilly and said: "Okay, very good, I like to torture strong girls like you. If you take off all your strong coats, the soft parts exposed will be extremely beautiful and fascinating."

There was a coffee table next to it, and there was an old man with white hair beside the coffee table. He took a sip of the freshly brewed hot tea and said slowly: "Don't kill her, she is still valuable if you keep her."

Zheng Feng turned around: "What's the value? The martial arts skills on her body? Doesn't she have one?"

The white-haired old man narrowed his eyes: "It's different. The technique practiced by this little girl is even more terrifying. If you can rely on the little master's cultivation to deal with us for so long, you can see the clues. So, don't kill her, kill her."

Take her back to the mountain gate. After arriving at the mountain gate, I have a hundred ways to make her speak and obediently hand over the secrets of the exercises."

"Okay." Zheng Feng nodded dejectedly, as if he was disappointed that he couldn't torture Xiaoyu to death.

The white-haired old man continued: "It is said that the martial arts skills of this little girl and Tan Jian were both produced by a young man named Chen Yu. I am becoming more and more curious about him now."

"Tch, what's there to be curious about?" Zheng Feng curled his lips disdainfully, "I've understood that the guy named Chen Yu is only twenty years old. I achieved the position of little grandmaster at the age of twenty-five, which is already regarded as Jiangbei.

He is the leading genius in the region, how much better can he be?"

The white-haired old man shook his head: "You can't say that. You must know that there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world."

Zheng Feng sneered and said: "Jiangzhou, a small city on the 18th line, is comparable to a small pond, how can a big dragon come out? The strongest one is just the difference between a small loach and a big loach, not worth mentioning."

Suddenly, there was a commotion outside.

Zheng Feng frowned: "What's going on?"

One of his men hurried in, panicked, and shouted: "It's not good, it's not good."

Zheng Feng's face darkened, he slapped his subordinate awake, and said in a cold voice: "You're so panicked. What are you afraid of when Mr. Tong and I are here? What happened?"

The subordinate covered his burning cheeks and said, "Someone is calling in."

Zheng Feng narrowed his eyes and sneered with murderous intent: "Who dares to break into the Palace of Hell with such a big list?"

"I don't know, but that person is really strong."

"Tch, can you be strong enough to reach heaven?"

Zheng Feng sneered disdainfully.

The white-haired old man also finished a cup of tea, stood up slowly, and said with an indifferent expression: "I'll be back as soon as I go."

As he spoke, he stepped forward and walked outside.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and a black shadow rushed straight in, hitting the white-haired old man.

The white-haired old man snorted coldly, raised his hand and clapped it, and the black figure was shot to the ground, and it turned out to be a corpse.

Several people looked at the door one after another.

Zheng Feng sneered and said: "Tong Lao, it seems you don't have to go out, they will send you to your door automatically."

"Haha." The white-haired old man chuckled twice, disapprovingly.

A thin figure walked in slowly, it was Chen Yu.

The first time he walked in, Chen Yu saw Xiao Yu hanging on the chandelier.

Xiaoya also saw him, with an expression of surprise on his face, and then he opened his mouth, but unfortunately nothing came out.

Her name is Xiaoya, and she is mute.

She thought, she was hit on the cheek just now, is there any scar now? It must look ugly, right?

So she shrank her head and tried to hide her face so that Chen Yu wouldn't see her ugly side. Unfortunately, her limbs were tied up and she couldn't move. She couldn't hide it no matter how hard she tried.

When Chen Yu saw this scene, his fists slowly clenched.

The air seemed to condense at this moment, like a prelude to a volcano erupting.

The white-haired old man noticed this change in aura, but dismissed it.

He looked at Chen Yu with contempt and said proudly: "Send your name, I won't kill unknown people."

"If you don't kill me, I will."

These five words slowly popped out of Chen Yu's mouth, each word making a clanging sound.

"Um?"

The white-haired old man was a little unable to react, and then he felt his eyes blurred, and a fist kept enlarging in his pupils, and finally he became the only one in the world.

Bang--

The head exploded, red and white, and various liquids splashed everywhere.
Chapter completed!