Shakun clapped his hands and applauded: "Interesting, courageous and courageous."
"But I don't know if you have a strong tongue or not?"
He winked at his subordinates and said, "Take these people to the next box and keep an eye on them. The parents will send one to you and put them aside. These three people have stayed here and have been quiet for too long. Maybe some people don't know what I, Shakun, did before."
"Did you hear that? Come out with me!"
Several strong men kicked the classmates out mercilessly and locked them in the box next door.
Chen Man was also carried here and thrown to the ground.
They were leaning against each other, each holding a mobile phone, their faces filled with deep fear.
Qin Feng and Zhang Wenqiang were left in the box, which was definitely a disaster.
If you choose to call the police at this time, you may be able to save Qin Feng's life.
But it will also cause trouble for themselves. They don't want to become the next Qin Feng, let alone be dumped in the wilderness just after graduating from college, without being able to see their parents for the last time.
That was Shakun, and ordinary people like them couldn't afford to offend him.
No one in the room chose to call the police, and all fell silent.
"Anyway, my mother will send the money soon. He loves me to death and has nothing to do with me."
Yang Bin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes extremely hateful.
In the entire courtyard, Sha Kun looked at the three people in front of him with a sneer, tapping his fingers on the table, as if he was considering who to start with.
"Brother Kun, this person is the most arrogant. First chop off his hands and throw them next door, so that their parents can be more proactive in sending money."
Scarface held the knife and walked towards Qin Feng with a sneer.
"Brother, please don't touch the madman..."
Zhang Wenqiang stood in front of Qin Feng and shouted: "I will pay for his money, and I will find a way to give it to you. Don't kill him..."
"go away!"
Scarface slapped him: "You will be next..."
"Snapped!"
"boom!"
A black shadow flew out.
"puff!"
Scarface's body fell heavily to the ground, his eyes widened, blood stains remained on the corners of his mouth, and the knife in his hand also fell to the ground.
A slap in the face and a slap in the face!
Shakun stood up and looked at his men lying at the door in shock.
No one saw how he made the move. Scarface, who was so awesome one second, flew straight out in the next second, causing the whole box to tremble slightly.
The scarred face opened his mouth, but he couldn't say a word, and his eyes were full of disbelief.
"You did it?"
Sha Kun stared at Qin Feng, who had appeared in front of Zhang Wenqiang at some unknown time, with a sinister look in his eyes.
He knew Scarface's strength very well.
Veterans can't get close to four or five adults alone.
But he couldn't even catch the other party's slap.
And that's even when Scarface is holding a knife.
"Something capable."
Sha Kun sneered and waved his hand carelessly: "I'll see how much you can fight alone, let's do it together."
He has been on the road for so many years, and apart from the tough guys under Du Jingtian, he has never seen anyone who can beat eight or nine burly men.
Suddenly, a group of people rushed forward.
Zhang Wenqiang felt extremely guilty. If he hadn't forced him to do so, Qin Feng would never have come to attend this so-called class reunion.
Then we would not have suffered such an unreasonable disaster.
He made up his mind that if anything happened to Qin Feng, he would have to apologize for Qin Feng even if he risked his life.
Then an expression appeared on his face as if he had seen a ghost.
Faced with the siege of eight or nine people, Qin Feng not only did not run away, but took the initiative to meet him. He slapped one of them away, and as several "pah pah pah" sounds were heard, the guys who just seemed to have taken stimulants were heard.
In the blink of an eye, he was lying on the ground wailing.
That fight was like swatting a mosquito, just the sound of it made my face feel extremely painful.
"What the fuck?!"
Zhang Wenqiang rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and was so shocked that he couldn't help but curse.
Is this the Qin Feng I know? He is simply the God of War!
Sha Kun's brows had long been furrowed. He looked at the dozen men he had brought with him, who were lying on the ground writhing and wailing in less than a cigarette. His eyes suddenly turned playful when looking at Qin Feng.
He lit a cigarette very leisurely and squinted his eyes in the smoke: "I used to be very good at fighting, but do you know why I don't fight now?"
"Because there is something that can end your life faster and easier than a fist!"
Before Shakun finished speaking, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the short gun on the table.
"puff!"
The moment he took the gun, a white light flashed directly on the back of his hand. Shakun's hand trembled violently. He lowered his head and watched helplessly as a steel fork penetrated the back of his hand and nailed his palm to the table. His face was extremely horrified.
.
Steel fork hurts?
What method is this?
"Snapped!"
A loud slap woke up Shakun from his confusion.
While his head was buzzing, Qin Feng's faint voice sounded in his ears:
"You're just pretending to be a gangster?"
"Call someone and ask the most awesome person to come, otherwise you won't be able to leave today."