Even the Four Great Vajras cannot do this. Could it be that he is the God of War?
But at this time, Long Xiaobei had lost his mind.
No matter if he is the God of War or not, I don’t believe he can’t be beaten to death!
Bang bang bang!
Long Xiaobei held the sand eagle and fired three shots at Su Changfeng, aiming at his head!
However, the next scene made Long Xiaobei even more stunned.
I saw that Su Changfeng's right fingers once again firmly clamped the three bullets he shot!
Crash. Three warheads fell to the ground.
Su Changfeng stepped forward, grabbed his neck, and lifted him up.
"...let me go...let me go..."
Long Xiaobei struggled in mid-air, but to no avail and couldn't break free at all.
His face soon turned red due to lack of oxygen...
"Let go of Young Master Long!" "Let go of Young Master Long!" The dozens of men brought by Long Xiaobei only dared to pretend on the sidelines, but no one dared to step forward.
They had seen clearly just now that even the Four Great Vajras were no match for Su Changfeng, let alone them...
But, just now.
A hidden weapon suddenly aimed at Su Changfeng's throat, flying towards him with murderous intent!
If he were in the God of War realm, he would probably have to push Long Xiaobei away to avoid the hidden weapon attack. However, Su Changfeng was not in the God of War realm, but in the Supreme realm!
He raised his left hand unhurriedly and pinched it suddenly!
The dart landed in his left hand.
The whole body of the dart is glowing with strange colors, and it looks like it has been smeared with poison that seals the throat when it sees blood...
Then, they saw Han Zhirou, a middle-aged man, walking quickly towards this side.
The dart just now was thrown by this middle-aged man!
"Su Changfeng, what are you doing? Let go of Mr. Long!" Han Zhirou looked at Su Changfeng and shouted sternly.
The middle-aged man did not speak, but looked at Su Changfeng coldly. His cold eyes seemed to want to cut him into pieces.
Su Changfeng glanced at Han Zhirou twice, raised the corners of his mouth, and threw Long Xiaobei to the ground with a plop.
"Ahem." Long Xiaobei covered his neck and coughed violently.
Although his throat was pinched and it hurt, Long Xiaobei could breathe much easier at this time, and he felt as if he had narrowly escaped death.
He struggled to stand up.
But as soon as he stood up, Su Changfeng stepped on his chest and pinned him to the ground.
"Want to leave? Shall I let you go?" Su Changfeng looked at him with a smile, looking harmless. But his warm smile made him shudder.
"Su Changfeng, don't go too far!"
Han Zhirou pointed at Su Changfeng and shouted angrily: "Do you know what Young Master Long is? Do you know what will happen if you anger him? He is the only son of Long Tiancheng, the godfather of the underground world in the Imperial Capital!"
Long Tiancheng is known as the underground godfather in the underground world of the Imperial Capital.
His qualifications, status, and prestige are all the highest among the four big bosses in the underground world of Imperial Capital.
Su Changfeng was not familiar with the underground world of the Imperial Capital, but from Han Zhirou's words, he could tell that Long Xiaobei's identity was unusual.
But, so what?
How could Su Changfeng be afraid of a mere big boss in the underground world?
"I don't care whose son he is, even if he is the emperor's son, he should be taught a lesson."
Su Changfeng looked at Han Zhirou: "Of course, it's not just him who will be taught a lesson today, but also you."
