At five o'clock in the morning, Xiao Feng was awakened by the mobile phone on the bedside.
I don't know why, but during these few hours, Xiao Feng slept extremely deeply. Maybe it was because he returned home, or maybe because there was a master (Mr. Jing) living next door, which made him no longer vigilant in his sleep.
"Hello," Xiao Feng squinted his eyes and pressed the answer button.
"Brother Feng, the person who went to the Black Kill List to buy your life is the Xie family," Bu San said straightforwardly without any nonsense.
Xiao Feng shook his head, sat up, lit a cigarette, and let the smoke swim around in his lungs before driving away the last trace of sleepiness: "I know, that spade, uh, peaked cap is dead Yet,"
Xiao Feng was just about to ask how the ace of spades was, but he felt extremely awkward and could only change his name temporarily. This bastard dared to use his own name to cheat outside. Wouldn't it be too easy to let him go like this?
"No, let Brother Feng have his say."
"Very good, where are you?" Xiao Feng picked at his eyes and yawned.
Bu San reported an address, and Xiao Feng thought for a moment. He had to catch a plane this morning, and it was a bit far away: "You take him to Hellfire, and we will meet in Hellfire in an hour."
"good,"
Xiao Feng hung up the phone, held a cigarette in his mouth and thought quietly. After finally making sure that everything was safe, he put out the cigarette, got up from the bed, washed up, and finally put on the life-threatening soul-chasing gun and dragon-marked dagger.
Although we have to fly today, the security check is of little use to people like them who keep their weapons with them all day long. Everyone has a way to deal with the security check. If that doesn't work, you can just make a phone call and bring your weapons on the plane. What's more, Xiao Feng has a gun license.
Xiao Feng left the room and immediately saw Mr. Jing doing morning exercises outside. He had suffered a loss at the hands of Mr. Jing last time, and he finally understood that this old guy was just pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger. Not to mention that he was not in his prime. Even in his heyday, he probably wouldn't be a match for this old guy.
The old guy spent his whole life in the army. It can be said that he has been on various battlefields all his life. They say that if you walk too much at night, you will encounter ghosts. The fact that the old guy can survive until now shows that he is really strong. Luck can You can save people for a while, but you cannot save them for a lifetime.
"Old guy, what kind of boxing are you doing?" Xiao Feng came closer and realized that the boxing style the old guy was playing was neither Tai Chi nor Wing Chun. It was a set of boxing techniques that he had never seen before.
Mr. Jing ignored Xiao Feng, and punched each one slowly and lightly, as if he was caught in a certain artistic conception. As he practiced boxing, Xiao Feng, who was standing next to him, frowned and stared unblinkingly. His whole body memorized every move he made.
"Huh," about ten minutes later, Mr. Jing stood up and turned to look at Xiao Feng, who was looking thoughtful. Feeling satisfied, he deliberately asked jokingly: "Are you stealing lessons?"
"Old guy, what's the name of this boxing technique?" Xiao Feng asked seriously without smiling playfully with Mr. Jing.
"No name,"
"There is no name." Xiao Feng was stunned, how could the boxing technique not have a name?
Mr. Jing smiled, put his hands behind his back, and walked up to Xiao Feng: "Because I created this and I haven't given it a name yet."
"You created it," Xiao Feng was shocked.
There are few things that can shock Xiao Feng and make him lose his composure, but this incident made him unable to hold on. Although Jing Lao had just fought slowly, but an outsider watching the excitement and an expert watching the door, he could clearly feel the terrifying power of this boxing technique. , every move and every move is full of murderous intent, ranging from serious injury to death.
In fact, every set of boxing techniques has several heavy-handed moves. When the master is teaching his disciples, he usually warns them not to use heavy hands until the critical moment, because it will lead to death or injury, and Jing Lao's boxing technique contains , almost all of them are heavy-handed, the strengths of many families, if it is passed down from the ancients, Xiao Feng can still accept it, but now that Mr. Jing said he created it, the strength of Mr. Jing...
"Why, don't you believe it?" Mr. Jing raised his eyebrows and asked with a half-smile.
"It's not that I don't believe it, but that I can't believe it. Old guy, don't fool me. It was really you who created it."
"Well, since you left, I didn't have any sandbags, so I figured out a set of boxing techniques by myself. Haha, day after day, it wasn't until a few days ago that I mastered it and turned it into a complete set of boxing techniques," Mr. Jing smiled. said.
When Xiao Feng heard this, he immediately shouted shamelessly: "Teach me, teach me,"
"Why should I teach you,"
"Because...because if I hadn't left, you wouldn't have been able to create it," Xiao Feng said with a shy face.
Mr. Jing: "..."
"Old guy, since I've been your punchline for so many years, just teach it to me. Don't worry, I will definitely carry forward this boxing technique."
"You are so thick-skinned, but I like it, hahaha. It's not impossible for you to want me to teach you, but there is a condition."
"you say,"
"If you can take one punch from me, I will teach you," Mr. Jing said seriously.
Xiao Feng nodded vigorously without even thinking about it: "Okay,"
Xiao Feng knew well that although he was not in his prime, if he couldn't even take a punch from the old guy, then there would be no need to mess around in the future.
Mr. Jing took two steps back and made a casual gesture: "Come on,"
Seeing Mr. Jing's serious look, Xiao Feng didn't dare to look down upon him. He shook his muscles and adjusted himself to the best state: "I'll attack." After saying that, he punched Mr. Jing fiercely.
‘Pa’, Xiao Feng took two steps back, looked at his red fist, and really didn’t believe it: “Damn, it’s really powerful,”
"You lost," Mr. Jing said calmly.
"Shit, I'm just warming up, old guy, it's officially starting now, just wish yourself well," Xiao Feng shouted shamelessly, how could he let such a "unique skill" slip away?
"..." Mr. Jing was already immune to Xiao Feng's shamelessness and nodded: "Come on,"
"Drink," Xiao Feng jumped up high, his fist streaking across the sky like a shooting star. He gathered all his strength into his fist and blasted it out fiercely.
'Snapped'
"Second strength," Xiao Feng shouted loudly when he couldn't hold it anymore, and another force burst out, hitting Mr. Jing's fist hard.
'Snapped'
"Three levels of strength," as Xiao Feng shouted, he and Mr. Jing each took a few steps back.
Xiao Feng glanced at his wrist, which was already somewhat deformed. This was the result of the force collision. He grabbed his wrist with one hand and exerted force. With a 'click' sound, the bones reset and moved a bit.
Mr. Jing, who was six steps away, had a slightly red face and his breathing was a little quickened.
"Old guy, are you okay?" Xiao Feng asked with a smile. He knew he wouldn't hurt Mr. Jing.
"Oh, I can't resist the old man, otherwise you won't be able to get a good deal. Here, take it and get out of here." Mr. Jing shook his head, took a book from under the old locust tree, threw it over and turned back to the main room.
Xiao Feng took it over and looked at it. It was a boxing book. It seemed that the old guy had drawn it himself. "Damn, old guy, just throw this crap to me."
Mr. Jing paused for a moment and said angrily: "What a piece of shit, give it back to me."
"No, I'm just kidding, hey, if I don't understand something, I'll call you and ask you," Xiao Feng smiled sarcastically and quickly put away the boxing manual.
"Don't call me. How much you can learn depends on your own ability. Go ahead and pay attention to safety," Mr. Jing said and walked into the main room.
Xiao Feng felt warm in his heart, but he muttered: "Grandma, this is so irresponsible, hehe, I'm getting rich, I'm getting rich," as he spoke, he quickly walked out of the door, got in the car and drove away in a hurry. , for fear that Mr. Jing would regret it and go back.
After Xiao Feng left, Mr. Jing's slightly hoarse voice sounded: "Boy, I hope you can learn so that you won't die in the hands of others. Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the country. I believe it won't take long for more important things to happen. The task is waiting for you. Alas, if I hadn't grown old, this important task would not have fallen on you. Alas,"
At this time, Xiao Feng had no idea that he had fallen into the 'trap' set by Mr. Jing. He hummed a tune and felt extremely proud. Originally, he thought that he had exhausted all the old guy's abilities, but he never expected that the old guy would It's like a treasure chest. When you reach inside, there's another treasure.
He took out the boxing manual from his bag, only glanced at it for a few times, and then put it down again. What a joke, he is driving a car, how can he do two things at once? If he didn’t understand the boxing manual, he would drive under the viaduct, then he would It was an unjust death. He stepped on the accelerator and the Audi drove towards Nancheng at the fastest speed.
When Xiao Feng got there, Bu San Bu Si had already arrived. Their big Hummer was parked at the gate of the backyard. Several Tianmen boys guarding the door looked at it from a distance and did not dare to step forward at all.
"Brother Feng," he jumped out of the Humvee without hesitation. The huge size made the Tianmen boys take two steps back. It's not that they are timid, but that their physiques are too different. Even those who can fight will not be able to fight. Both of these giants were timid and had no desire to fight.
"Where's the peaked cap? Hold them, we'll talk after we go in," Xiao Feng took out his cigarette and lit it, without giving Bu San and Bu Si, and walked towards the back door.
Several Tianmen boys saw clearly that it was Xiao Feng and immediately stood up straight: "Brother Feng, you are here,"
"Well, thank you for your hard work, brothers." Xiao Feng took out the remaining half pack of cigarettes and threw them away: "Let's share it and smoke it."
"Thank you Brother Feng," several of the Tianmen boys said with pride. This is the boss smoking cigarettes. Who the hell would believe it if word spread.
"Is there nothing unusual?" Xiao Feng asked casually.
"No, everything is fine,"
Xiao Feng nodded: "Open the door, I'll go in and do something." As he said that, he walked in first and followed him with his cap in hand.
When Bu San Bu Si passed by the Tianmen boys, their hair stood on end. This kind of instinctive fear was just like meeting a lion or tiger in the forest, and their hearts would tremble a few times. However, the fear returned. Fear, as long as they have a knife in hand, they will use it and chop him off.
"Go there," Xiao Feng pointed to the execution room and kicked the door open.
There was some darkness in the torture chamber. There was a man lying on the ground with an iron chain around his neck, like a dog. When he heard the sound, he raised his head weakly and shouted instinctively: "Don't hit me, don't hit me." I……"
