Li Feng's slaps, one slap, two slaps, a pair, what if there are more than a dozen!
Of course, with one slap, no one can run away.
Before they could take action, Li Feng dodged and broke into the crowd like a gust of wind.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
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There were more than a dozen crisp slaps in succession. Before Wang Xingba's disciples could use their so-called secret skills, everyone had a purple-black slap mark on their face. Except for Song Yulan and Feng Weishan, they were still sitting there being slapped.
Except, everyone else fell to the ground and fainted.
However, there was one person who was still standing. It was Zhou Youxiang. He had already retreated to a back position. He was about to retreat behind everyone and sneak away quietly. However, they did not expect that everyone suddenly took action, and they were all beaten to the ground by Li Feng.
, he became an existence that stood out from the crowd.
Li Feng smiled at Zhou Youxiang, "You want to escape?"
Zhou Youxiang looked at Li Feng and swallowed with fear, "Li Feng, you...don't hit me, I won't leave...I won't leave..."
As he spoke, he squatted on the ground with his head in his arms. Then he seemed to feel that it was not enough, so he just lay on the ground. That posture was like picking up a hundred pieces of soap to achieve.
"Zhou Youxiang, do you know where the people who were imprisoned by Wang Xing are?" Li Feng asked.
"I don't know... I really don't know!" Zhou Youxiang said in a muffled voice.
"Well, then just lie down and be honest!"
"Yeah, I'm honest, absolutely honest!"
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Song Yulan and Feng Weishan were so aggrieved that they almost vomited blood. This Li Feng was so abominable! How could he be so humiliating?
"Li Feng!" Song Yulan gritted her teeth and said, "Kill me if you dare!"
Li Feng smiled, "You can't prove anything by killing ten thousand people, but if you really want to die, I can help you!"
He suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed Song Yulan's neck and lifted her up. Song Yulan had a good figure, relatively tall, 1.7 meters tall, and weighed more than 100 kilograms, but in Li Feng's hands, she looked like
It was as weightless as it was easily picked up in his hand.
"Uh...cough!" Song Yulan resisted desperately, but Li Feng's hands pressed the acupuncture points on her neck, and her hands and feet couldn't lift any strength. The so-called resistance, to others, could only be seen as a feeble struggle.
If a beautiful middle-aged woman like Song Yulan, with a good figure and good looks, was strangled to death by Li Feng, then Li Feng could be considered a killer in full public view.
"Let her go!" Feng Weishan became anxious and stood up with an angry roar.
Snapped!
Li Feng slapped him to the ground with his left hand. The slap was so hard that he fainted.
Song Yulan's struggle became weaker and weaker, the movements of her limbs turned into twitching, her eyes rolled up, and she was about to die.
Li Feng snorted coldly and threw her on the ground as if throwing away garbage.
"Hiss...cough...cough..." Song Yulan coughed violently. While coughing, she stared at Li Feng resentfully, "You bastard, wait, I... uh...cough."
Before she could finish her words, Li Feng grabbed her by the neck and lifted her up.
When she was about to die, Li Feng threw her to the ground again.
"Cough cough cough... cough cough cough..." Song Yulan coughed for a while before she recovered, and stared at Li Feng with eyes that were still resentful, but already filled with some fear, "Li Feng, wait...
My master...uh...ahem..."
Halfway through his words, he was left hanging again.
When she was about to die, Li Feng threw her to the ground again.
Tears came out after coughing, and Song Yulan finally recovered a little. This time, she lowered her head and did not dare to say a word.
"No more?" Li Feng smiled, and it was my turn to say, "Where are Xia Qingqing and Chen Yishan and their daughter being imprisoned?"
Song Yulan raised her head and glanced at Li Feng, then continued silent.
Li Feng didn't waste any time. He lifted Song Yulan up again and asked her to walk around on the edge of life and death again, and then asked again.
This time, Song Yulan finally collapsed. She no longer wanted to experience the feeling of suffocation that was worse than death. She said before Li Feng asked: "I said, I said, please don't torture me anymore. They are in Xinmaotian
Street Hotel!”
"Well," Li Feng nodded and said to Zhou Youxiang who was lying on the ground, "Zhou Youxiang, come here, support your aunt, and come with me."
Zhou Youxiang raised his head tremblingly, "Where...where are you going?"
"Xinmao Tianjie! Hurry up! Support her and follow me!" Li Feng said, shaking his palm slightly.
Zhou Youxiang quickly covered his face, "I listen to you, don't hit me, don't hit me."
"Well..." Li Feng then said to the students in the front row, "It's up to you to carry these people on the ground away temporarily. It's best to carry them outside the school gate, so as not to pollute the school environment!"
After saying that, he hooked his hand towards Zhou Youxiang and said, "Let's go."
"Hmm...ok!" Zhou Youxiang hurriedly helped Song Yulan.
Song Yulan had been tortured for so long, and Li Feng had moved some hands and feet on her acupoints. She had no strength at all. Without Zhou Youxiang's support, she couldn't even stand up.
Zhou Youxiang also used his strength to help Song Yulan move forward. Naturally, he also took advantage of it. A pervert like Zhou Youxiang would have some unspeakable thoughts about any beautiful woman. He usually wouldn't dare to say anything to her.
Song Yulan showed nothing, but today he had to succumb to Li Feng's authority and hugged Song Yulan helplessly. Deep down in his heart, Zhou Youxiang even felt grateful to Li Feng for giving him this rare opportunity.
Although I felt secretly happy, when I got outside the school, Zhou Youxiang was so tired that he couldn't even walk a step. Even though Song Yulan was in good shape, she weighed more than 100 kilograms. Zhou Youxiang couldn't walk very far even with a 20 kilogram rice bag.
, I definitely performed exceptionally well today.
Zhou Youxiang and his party came by car, and Zhou Youxiang also drove out his convertible Ferrari, which happened to be commandeered by Li Feng at this time.
In front of Li Feng, Zhou Youxiang didn't dare to explode and sat in the back row obediently. Song Yulan still had no strength and slumped on the seat like cotton. Zhou Youxiang simply let her lean on him and secretly wiped a lot of oil.
However, Song Yulan was in such a state that she couldn't notice that the shameless junior next to her was taking advantage of him. Instead, she felt that this good-for-nothing son of the Zhou family was quite filial.
According to the address given by Song Yulan, Li Feng drove directly into the hotel's underground garage, gave Zhou Youxiang and Song Yulan a blow to make them pass out completely, and then got into the elevator alone and arrived at the place where Xia Qingqing and Chen Yishan's father and daughter were under house arrest.
layer.
The twelfth floor of the hotel had been cleared out. All the disciples and grandsons of Wang Xingba lived here. Li Feng didn't need to look for the door numbers. The two rooms with people standing at the door must be the rooms where people were under house arrest.