No matter how stupid he is, he still knows that Chen Feng is not someone to be trifled with.
"Who are you?" Chen Feng stared at Han Hao as if he wanted to see through his soul.
The man was told this by Chen Feng, but he still pretended to say: "What do you mean? I'm not Han Hao, who else can I be?"
"What's going on here has nothing to do with you! If you know what's going on, get out of here."
He could see that Chen Feng was unusual and his attitude was not as bad as before.
"How come it has nothing to do with me?" Chen Feng couldn't help but laugh. It has nothing to do with him here?
Mr. Qin is both his elder and his disciple.
Han Hao and he were friends, and he still had shares in Jishitang. It was really ridiculous to say that he had nothing to do with it.
"Boy, let go!" Fake Han Hao scolded, constantly thinking about how to resolve the oppression on him.
"What if I don't let go?"
"Then don't blame me for being rude!"
As he said this, Han Hao's eyes turned cold, he drew a knife from his sleeve, raised his hand and slashed it towards Chen Feng's face.
Chen Feng seemed not to notice and let the sword rush over.
The moment it came close to his cheek, he raised his hand and clamped the knife with lightning speed.
As he exerted a little force, there was a "collapse" sound, and the iron-cut knife broke into several pieces and fell to the ground.
Fake Han Hao looked at this scene, somewhat embarrassed, and more definitely scared.
He didn't expect Chen Feng to be so strong. He found him just to perform a mission, but ended up encountering such a tough opponent.
Seeing that he was too tough, the fake Han Hao started to use soft words and turned his head with a smile on his face, like a chrysanthemum in bloom: "If you have any requests, just ask them and I will satisfy you."
"Who are you?" Chen Feng stared at the man in front of him, and a touch of spiritual energy entered his body.
This is indeed Han Hao's body, but his soul no longer belongs to him.
As Chen Feng's spiritual energy entered Han Hao's body, the fake Han Hao let out a shrill scream: "What did you do?"
He frowned and looked at Chen Feng with a painful expression, and there were dense beads of sweat on his forehead.
"ah!"
He screamed, his face was in pain and his body was shaking constantly.
Chen Feng ignored his screams and had a little more spiritual energy in his hands.
As he exerted force, something transparent was pulled out of Han Hao's body.
The thing was like a cloud, half of the body was still in Han Hao's body, but the other half was held by Chen Feng.
"Where's Han Haoren?" Chen Feng looked at the man in front of him with cold eyes.
The man caught by Chen Feng had the same deer-headed and rat-like eyes as Han Hao?
The man didn't expect Chen Feng to be able to do this, and was so frightened that he didn't dare to say a word.
He was trembling all over and kept begging Chen Feng for mercy: "Brother, brother, I know I was wrong, and I never dare to do it again."
"Please, brother, give me a chance, give me a chance."
"Brother, I'm just following the instructions. I really don't know what I'm doing. Please, brother, please let me go."
He kept begging. If Chen Feng hadn't caught him, he would have knelt down and begged him.