Under dim street lights.

"He's just one person, and the five of you don't dare to take action?"

Hu Xiaoxiao scolded her, "Even if you resist a little, you bunch of cowards got down on your knees without even saying a word!"

Lu Qingchun, who was walking in front, had a sullen face, and finally couldn't help but turned around and roared at her: "Shut the hell up!"

Hu Xiaoxiao screamed: "Why are you so fierce at me? Now your legs are not weak anymore?"

"Why don't you go find Qin Feng if you are so capable?"

"Get out of here!"

Lu Qingchun didn't even look at her, and waved his hand at her in disgust.

"Okay, you, when you were good to me, you obeyed me in everything, but now you are chasing me away like a fly. What do you think I am?"

"Don't regret it!"

Hu Xiaoxiao stared at Lu Qingchun, and seeing that he still looked unmoved, he finally burst into tears, pointed at Lu Qingchun and others, and said hatefully: "None of you men are good!"

After saying that, he pulled his sister aside as if she had lost her soul and left without looking back.

"Boss..."

Guo Zhaozhong opened his mouth.

"Let her go!" Lu Qingchun gave him a cold look, then walked away in the opposite direction of Hu Xiaoxiao.

Guo Zhaozhong and others looked at each other, and finally followed them, and the group disappeared into the night.

Nothing happened in the next few days. Qin Feng went to and from school peacefully. No one dared to find trouble with him. During this period, he did receive several anonymous love letters. Qin Feng didn't care and didn't even read them.

I threw it into the trash can without looking at it.

Qin Feng's first week of the new semester passed peacefully.

...

Twin Hills Villa Area.

A burly foreigner was pushing a wheelchair slowly to the villa of the richest man Zhang. He had golden curly hair, black-rimmed glasses hanging on the bridge of his tall nose, and an inexplicable sparkle in his royal blue eyes.

light.

The other person following him was a bald man, also a foreigner. He was taller than the blond foreigner, a full head taller than the former, and at least over two meters tall.

The muscles all over his body are full of explosive power in every movement, like a human tank.

Sitting in the wheelchair was a man with his head tilted and his limbs twitching constantly. His eyes were wandering and drool was drooling from the corner of his mouth, soaking a large piece of clothes on his chest.

The person in the wheelchair is none other than William, Lin Yueyue’s foreign ex-boyfriend.

Mr. Zhong looked as if he was facing a formidable enemy. All his internal energy was in the meridians of his body, ready to be unleashed. His eyes were fixed on the bald man following the blond foreigner.

The door of the villa opened at this time, and Zhang Shoufu walked out, patted Mr. Zhong on the shoulder to tell him to calm down, then looked at the three foreigners, and said with a smile: "Mr. Jason

Having traveled thousands of miles from the United States, Zhang was greeted at a loss."

The blond foreigner whom Mr. Zhang called Jason elegantly bowed to Mr. Zhang and said in extremely standard Chinese: "I believe that my son was beaten stupidly in Lanqing City next door to you, Mr. Zhang."

You should have heard about it, and this time I came here specifically for this matter."

"Oh?" Zhang Shoufu pretended to be surprised and said, "Since the incident happened in Lanqing City, why did you come to Lihang City to find Zhang?"

Jason narrowed his eyes and said: "I have already checked there. The murderer is a local of your Lihang City. His name is Qin Feng and he is sixteen years old!"

Zhang Shoufu and Mr. Zhong were both shocked. They looked at each other and saw the astonishment in their eyes.

How could this matter have anything to do with him?

"Lihang City is Mr. Zhang's territory. The reason I came here this time is to ask Mr. Zhang to help me find this person."

Jason took out a handkerchief and wiped William's saliva, and spoke neither fast nor slow.

"What if I don't agree?"

Mr. Zhang looked at Jason with an indifferent expression.

Jason gestured to the bald head behind him, and the bald head immediately took two steps forward, with a terrifying aura emitting from his body.

Jason smiled, but looked at Mr. Zhong next to Mr. Zhang, "I have long heard that Mr. Zhang is accompanied by a martial arts master. My friend has itchy hands and plans to compete with him."

This was a blatant provocation. Mr. Zhang's face darkened and he looked at Mr. Zhong for consultation.

Mr. Zhong looked solemn and said in a low voice: "It's hard to say. You won't know until you fight."

Zhang Shoufu nodded lightly, but in fact he was already surprised. A few days ago, Mr. Zhong had broken the bottleneck of his stagnation for many years and entered the realm of great inner strength. His strength had more than doubled. Now he was facing an unknown person.

Foreigners would actually say that they only knew it after fighting. How could this not surprise the richest man Zhang?

Jason gently pushed the wheelchair away and cleared the grass in front of the villa. At this time, only the bald man was left on the grass. He still said nothing, just stood there alone, looking like a man.

Guan Wanfu Mo Kai's momentum.

Mr. Zhong didn't waste any time. He flashed his figure and tapped his toes twice on the steps. His whole body seemed to be weightless and flew away in the air. His right hand was like an eagle's claw, reaching straight for the throat of the bald bodyguard.

A trace of contempt flashed in the eyes of the bald bodyguard. He stretched out the palm of his left hand in front of him, facing the flying towards Mr. Zhong. He gathered strength with his right hand, made a fist, and punched Mr. Zhong with a devastating momentum.

Zhong Lao was taken aback, so he had to give up his original idea, clenched his claws into a fist, and met the bald head's fist.

The two figures were separated as soon as they touched, and Mr. Zhong was knocked backwards by the punch from the bald head. The grass on the ground flew up and down, and two grooves were made by Mr. Zhong's feet.

"Old clock!"

Mr. Zhang's face changed drastically and he couldn't help shouting.

The bald man still kept his punching posture, and Mr. Zhong slid more than ten meters away before he stabilized his body. His face turned red, and he couldn't help but cover his chest with his right hand, and then a mouthful of pus and blood spurted out.

Zhang Shoufu walked quickly to Mr. Zhong, then stretched out his hand to support him, and asked with concern: "How is it? Is the injury serious?"

Mr. Zhong's eyes were full of horror, he coughed and murmured: "I didn't feel the slightest bit of internal energy in him..."

Regardless of his injuries, Mr. Zhong grabbed the arm of the richest man Zhang, as if he had seen a ghost, and said in a trembling voice: "He is a saint in the flesh! He is a saint in the body like the golden Arhat of Buddhism!"

With the help of Qin Feng's two Purple Extreme Pills, Mr. Zhong entered the long-awaited state of inner strength. He was considered a master in the Chinese martial arts world, but unexpectedly he was beaten to the core by a foreigner with just one punch.

His organs were shaken, and all his energy was flowing backwards, causing him serious internal injuries.

Zhang Shoufang has been with Mr. Zhong for more than 20 years, and he has never seen him lose his temper like this before. Now he was injured by a punch. As his greatest confidence, how could this make Zhang Shougong not panic?

If the foreigner wants to kill him now, wouldn't it be the same as that of Qin Feng, which is easier than crushing an ant?

Zhang Shoufang raised his head, looked at the bald head with fear, and shouted to Jason who was not far away: "What do you want?"

Jason pushed the wheelchair and slowly walked over, still with a smile on his face, and said gently: "Mr. Zhang, please help me find that Qin Feng. I will wait for him at the gymnasium in the city center in two days. If I meet you then,

If you can’t find him, then I will come to visit Mr. Zhang again!”

Looking at Jason's retreating back, the richest man Zhang had a sullen face and didn't know what he was thinking.

Mr. Zhong looked pale and asked tentatively: "Do you want to inform that person?"

Zhang Shoufu pondered for a moment, and finally nodded, "The person they are looking for is Qin Feng after all. There is no need for us to prevent disaster for him, let's just let them beat him to death."

"But we still have to remind him, so as not to be accused of not reporting the information and let him bring bad luck to us later."

Mr. Zhong nodded, coughed and was about to leave, but was unexpectedly stopped by the richest man Zhang.

"You're injured, so let's arrange for someone else to go."

Mr. Zhong shook his head and said, "I am relatively familiar with him. If I go there in person, it will appear more sincere."
Chapter completed!