"No grudges, you are very kind to me."

Pan Yun sighed and said: "It's just that you are too poor, and you don't know how to make girls happy. In comparison, Song Chi is much more charming than you."

"Then why don't you break up with me and be with Song Chi?"

Ning Zhao asked again.

"He is so carefree and wants to please girls, how could it be my turn to be his girlfriend?"

Pan Yun shook her head and said: "I am only with him because it is exciting and fun. Only with an honest person like you can we get married and live a down-to-earth life."

"What a shady and honest person."

Lin Feng said aloud: "If you are really pregnant with Ning Zhao's child, you will be extremely wealthy in the future. It's a pity that you missed this opportunity."

The person who missed this opportunity last time was Yang Zhenlin.

This short-sighted, stupid woman cannot see how amazing Ning Zhao’s future achievements will be!

"Okay, stop talking nonsense."

Song Huhu said impatiently: "Let me chop off their hands and feet first!"

"yes!"

More than a dozen of his men responded in unison, slowly approaching Lin Feng and Ning Zhao.

"Lin Feng, I'm sorry, I caused you trouble."

Ning Zhao said to Lin Feng.

"I've learned a lesson this time."

Lin Feng didn't even look at the group of socialites and said to Ning Zhao: "You should know by now that the most important thing for a man is to have money and strength."

"really."

Ning Zhao nodded and said: "If I had been rich and powerful, I wouldn't have ended up like this. Not to mention being cuckolded, I might have died because of it."

"Are you saying that this society is ridiculous? You are obviously a victim. You just did what you should do, but you have to pay the price with your life."

Lin Feng sighed and said with a smile: "And that woman and Song Chi hurt you, but nothing happened and they continued to live happily."

"What's the point of talking about this."

Ning Zhao raised his head and looked at the socialites approaching step by step. He stood in front of Lin Feng and said, "If you want to touch Lin Feng, just step over my body!"

"Small, you're pretty cool, aren't you?"

Song Laohu sneered and said: "I won't follow your wishes, so I will let you watch your good brother die in front of you!"

He waved his hand and said: "First push Ning Zhao to the ground and cut off Lin Feng's head in front of him!"

"yes!"

A man with a scar on his face who looked extremely cruel pulled out a gun and walked towards Lin Feng.

"If you want to kill, kill me first!"

Ning Zhao roared and rushed towards the scarred face.

"Oh, you really are not afraid of death."

Lin Feng grabbed his clothes and pulled him back.

"Lin Feng, let me go."

Ning Zhao said in a deep voice.

"You are not about to die yet, so live well."

As soon as Lin Feng finished speaking, more than a dozen men in black poured in outside the warehouse door.

"Haha, we even brought someone here."

Song Laohu smiled contemptuously and said, "Brothers, dig out the guy!"

The dozen or so socialites under his command took out various troll guns, pointed them at the group of black-clothed men, and shouted: "Stop, put your head in your hands, and squat down for me!"

"Boy, do it with me, do you have the strength?"

Song Huhu said proudly and arrogantly.

"Click! Click!"

There was a crisp sound of a gun being loaded.

The group of men in black who came in all pulled out pistols from their waists.

They are all standard ***17 pistols.

In comparison, the cannons in the hands of those in society are just like toys.

"Well!"

People in society were confused and turned around and shouted: "Brother, they have guns in their hands!"

"Don't you horse riders have guns?"

Song Laohu cursed angrily.

"That's a real gun!"

One of the men said pitifully.

"Are the guns in your hands just fake guns?"

Song Laohu came over and snatched the cannon from his hand: "Damn it, I'll just shoot you and show you."

He said and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

There was a loud noise, and the gun exploded.

"ah!"

Song Huhu screamed, half of his palm was blown off, and his flesh and blood were blurred.

Upon seeing this situation, several socialites nearby quickly threw away their guns.

This is not a gun, it is obviously a **!

"Hold your head with your hands and squat down!"

A man in black fired a warning shot into the air, and all the people in society were so frightened that they squatted down with their heads in their hands.

"What's going on?"

Ning Zhao looked at what was happening in front of him in shock.

"These are my people."

Lin Feng said calmly.

"Lin Feng, what on earth do you do?"

Ning Zhao looked at the men in black, slightly shocked.

These people dress uniformly and move neatly and uniformly.

It is in sharp contrast to Song Laohu's rabble-rousing gangsters.

Even like a well-trained army.

"I can tell you this later."

Lin Feng said calmly: "Now you have to make some decisions."

"What decision?"

Ning Zhao asked.

"Song Huhu, what should we do with this woman?"

Lin Feng pointed at Song Huhu, who was slumped on the ground holding his broken palm.

"Ning Zhao!"

Pan Yun stood up and rushed over, hugged Ning Zhao and said, "I was lying to Song Huhu just now. In fact, the child in my belly is yours!"

"Go to hell!"

Ning Zhao pushed Pan Yun away hard.

Pan Yun staggered a few steps and sat on the ground, saying with a miserable expression: "Ning Zhao, are you so cruel? What's in my belly is your own flesh and blood!"

"I have lived for more than five thousand years and have never seen such a shameless person."

Lin Feng couldn't help but sigh and stretched out his hand. A man in black walked over quickly and put the pistol in his hand.

"It's up to you."

Lin Feng put the pistol into Ning Zhao's hand: "You have seen the movie, you know how to shoot."
To be continued...