Yang Fei was very fast. After going downstairs, he quickly walked out of the door.
"Look, that Tuballu is coming out!" As soon as they saw Yang Fei coming out, they immediately rushed up to the young master who had just looked at him with contempt.
"Hey, let's talk about something. We'll pay for Mo Yuyan's phone number. You can get it as much as you want." They didn't notice at all that Yang Fei was in a very bad mood now.
And even if they ask for a phone call, they still look down on others. Such an attitude makes people want to slap them twice.
"Get out of the way." Yang Fei stopped and frowned.
"Hey, you can still stage it. Do you think it's great to know Goddess Mo? In our opinion, you are just a poor guy." One of the young men pointed at Yang Fei.
"Ah!" But as soon as he finished speaking, Yang Fei grabbed his finger and broke it with force. The severe pain made him scream.
"You point fingers in front of me, Yang Fei. Even if your parents come here, you still don't have the qualifications. This time I will teach you a lesson. Next time you dare to come, I will break your legs."
"Crack!" When Yang Fei said that sentence, he exerted force, and the sound of bones breaking sounded, and the young man's fingers were broken directly.
"Ah!" As the so-called ten fingers connected to the heart, only he could feel the severe pain. His heart-rending screams made other young masters turn pale.
"Get out of the way." Yang Fei did not make a fierce expression and spoke in a calm tone.
But those young men no longer had the condescending arrogance they had just now, and very consciously stepped aside.
"I, Peng Yuhao, will not let you go, let's wait and see." The young master's ferocious shout came from behind.
"You are always welcome." When Yang Fei left, he didn't even look back and continued walking forward.
"Are you Mr. Yang Fei?" A driver came up and said, "The car ordered by the chairman is ready."
Yang Fei looked in the direction he was pointing and saw a vehicle with a Mercedes-Benz logo parked there.
"Thank you." Yang Fei was in a hurry and didn't say any more nonsense. He ran up and got into the car. After starting the car, he quickly sped towards the direction of the People's Hospital.
Yang Fei drove so fast that it could be described as lightning fast. The car in his hands was like a sharp cheetah, shuttling through the city.
"Too fast! Is he crazy? He's racing in the city?"
Many car owners looked at the car driven by Yang Fei, passing one car after another, and their faces were full of surprise. They were not driving at all, but risking their lives!
"The driving skills are so awesome, aren't they? I almost hit him several times, but I actually dodged it."
Many people were waiting to see the car accident, but they were all disappointed. Instead, they were shocked by each other's driving skills. Even if the car god is reincarnated, it won't be enough, right?
In fact, to Yang Fei, these are just child's play. When I used to play with those stupid special forces in the United States, driving 300+ speeds in urban areas was commonplace.
"Squeak! Squeak!" Driving at normal speed, it would take at least an hour to drive to the People's Hospital, but it only took Yang Fei ten minutes to arrive. The sound of the brakes was very harsh, and black smoke was rising from the friction between the ground and the tires.
Yang Fei kicked the car door, got out, and looked up at the People's Hospital. It was already a mess inside.
