The man who suddenly appeared behind him was obviously malicious to Yan Zifei, and his push was very strong. Unpredictable, he rushed to the woman standing in front of him, and rolled onto the sofa with no effort.

"Bastard, who is the fucking pushing me..." Yan Zifei stood up in a mess and turned around angrily to see that it was the bastard who had taken the courage of the ambition. He was stunned. Why is it a young man again?

The world has really changed. Three and a half-year-old children dare to break into someone’s house in the middle of the night, but it is his Yan Zifei’s home. Don’t they know how to write the word “death”?

The young man standing at the door, with a buzz cut, thick eyebrows, big eyes, a strong face and a clear edge. He was nearly 1.8 meters tall and strong. If it weren't for the childishness that a young man should have and the green beard surrounding his lips and chin, just looking at him, many adults would not be able to catch up with him. At this time, he was staring at him with cold eyes.

When Yan Zifei was stared at by those eyes, he felt his hair standing up all over his body. He was familiar with the look of that kind. The cold look of eyes was murderous and exuded invisible pressure. Only those who had killed people and had blood on their hands would have such oppressive eyes. He had seen them in several famous brothers in the Tao. Of course, he himself also had this kind of eyes.

"You...who are you? What do you want to do when you break into my house?" The muscles around you tightened instantly. Be careful.

Although he felt a little chill in his heart, he was an adult. He had been in the Tao for so many years and was well-informed. He quickly calmed down. But his tense nerves did not relax. His eyes were stern. The position where the three young men stood seemed loose, but actually blocked all his retreat.

His eyes turned from the young man at the door to the two young men he had discovered before. From the expressions of the three people, Yan Zifei realized that something was wrong. These three guys were not ordinary teenagers. His Kung Fu from the Swallow Sect is also a unique family in the martial arts world. He is also unique in the martial arts world. He is small and flexible. Although he focuses on body speed, he is not very good at head-on fighting. However, people who practice martial arts are very sensitive to the sense of vitality.

Just now, he was furious and lost the important doubts that he should have discovered at the first time. These three young men had obvious aura of warriors. The fluctuations in vitality were not ordinary, and they were almost comparable to those of him. Especially the third young man who pushed him behind him, the fluctuations in his aura actually made him feel depressed.

Looking at the lower plate, it is extremely stable, and its momentum is hidden and does not appear. Look at his hands. It is larger than the hands of ordinary people. The clenched fist joints are protruding and obvious. Especially the second and third sections of the middle fingers that are curved are about half an inch protruding on the fist. Although it hangs on both sides of the body and does not move, you can still feel the explosive power contained in those fists. Only by practicing external boxing that attacks fiercely and violently can you have such characteristics.

Three practitioners, who have strong and solid foundations, can barely be equal to one person, but the three of them are together and they are gone, which is a dead end! Yan Zifei's heart quickly sinks.

He didn't know these three people, and he racked his brains to remember how to have a holiday with the other party. Except for the third boy with obvious murderous aura, although the other two boys made him feel threatened, they did not feel murderous intent. It seemed that they were hired by an opponent to kill him. Moreover, when he was out, there were a group of three young masters. There were several Tianjin Wei companies, but compared with them, he was just a small shrimp. Without threats, he could not deal with him with great fanfare.

"Mmmmm..." The woman wearing a pink suspender nightgown, a melon-shaped face, and a beautiful mole the size of a sesame grain on the corner of her lips rushed over and stood behind Yan Zifei. She pulled the clothes behind his shoulders hard. The woman, who was originally very attractive, was full of grievance and horror at Yan Zifei, opened her mouth to Yan Zifei, making a umsmelling sound, but couldn't speak.

"Yuxia? You?" Yan Zifei was shocked and hurriedly grabbed the woman's shoulder, and looked at her frightened and anxious face. "What's wrong with your mouth?"

"Her mouth is fine, but I just can't speak for the time being. If you are not honest, then I'm very sorry. Your woman can only be a mute in this life." A faint voice of a young man sounded in Yan Zifei's ear. "Tell your woman to avoid it, let's talk?"

Yan Zifei was angry, but the situation was stronger than others. He could only suppress his anger. He patted the woman on the shoulder and asked her to go to the inner room. The woman hid behind Yan Zifei, holding his clothes with her hands. Her eyes were full of worry.

A young man with curved eyebrows smiled and said, "Sister-in-law. Don't worry. We'll finish the conversation soon. Otherwise, you go in first?" The young man pointed to the door of the inner room. His smile was so terrifying that the woman couldn't help but tremble. Half an hour ago, it was him. This man pointed his finger behind his head a few times, and then he couldn't speak. Now seeing him smiling at him, the woman seemed to have a devil in front of her. She wanted to go in, but was worried about her husband. Her face was pale, and her body was trembling and still insisted on standing there without moving. She was so courageous.

"It's okay, obedient, go in first." Yan Zifei knew that the woman had just wronged her. She kissed the woman's forehead. She turned her body and pushed her into the inner room. She brought the door with her.

"The two have a good relationship. Haha, sit down. Now we can talk."

The master was overwhelmed. Swallow Fei sat on the sofa in the middle, and three young men sat around him, one standing and two sitting. They were all eyeing him.

"Three, what do you want to talk to me? Also, who are you? I, Yan Zifei, asked myself that I had never offended you, right? Moreover, the three of them were very skilled and broke into the home of a single woman in the middle of the night. If this is spread, aren't you afraid of damaging the heroic behavior of the three young heroes?"

"Time is limited, you are busy, and we don't have much time to spare. We won't say much nonsense." The young man with curved eyebrows paused, his eyes became extremely sharp, and he said in a deep voice: "Put the things out?"

"Things? What? I don't know a few people. Have you found the wrong person?" Yan Zifei was stunned. He had stolen countless things. Who the hell knows what you want me to hand over?

"Haha, you are very dishonest. Let's just say it clearly, it's something you walked away from an old house in the capital last night. Since we can touch your thief's nest, it proves that we have obtained conclusive evidence. Don't say you don't know?"

Yan Zifei's eyes twitched slightly, and his heart suddenly jumped. He could hear the violent pounding sound.

He understood that the gun belonged to them!

Because he had done one job in the past two days, but he couldn't find the target object, but he just walked away with two guns.

At the beginning, the employer just gave him an address in the capital, asked him to find something at the place shown in the address, and then dropped the bag. He didn't know who the owner was living there. Now the owner has come to him.

Swallow's heartbeats like a drum, but his expression remained unchanged after storms. He forced a smile and said, "Are you a misunderstanding? I really don't understand what you are talking about...Ba!"

With a crisp sound, Yan Zifei was slapped from the sofa to the ground. Then the collar was grabbed by someone, and he was held back and sat on the sofa again. Then, he heard the continuous sound of the slap, which made him confused. Yan Zifei's cheeks suddenly swollen. Clear fingerprints were printed on his red and swollen skin. The tender flesh and blood were dripping from the teeth inside the cheeks, the four grooves were loose, and a bloody smell surged into his throat. The red bloodshot blood flowed down the nostrils and corners of his mouth.

Then, the young man standing in front of him suddenly raised his foot and put it on his stomach, his eyes condensed as murderous intent, and said coldly: "Do you understand now?"

"I, I don't understand..." Yan Zifei said stubbornly. How could he hand over what the thief had to do?

Touch! The young man snorted coldly, and turned his legs and kicked Yan Zifei's head. He kicked him in the air with a huge force and hit him hard on the wall three or four meters away on the left. He made his eyes appear, and his internal organs twisted together, and his bones were broken. He was about to get up. He was stomped on his back with a footstep. He stroked his spine and moved slowly, and stepped on his neck. The huge pressure made it difficult for him to move.

Someone walked up to him, squatted down, patted his cheeks as swollen as a steamed bun. He said slowly: "What now? Do you understand? If you hand over the things, we will leave immediately. If you are not tactful... Haha, that's simple. Let's just mess around all night. You have also practiced martial arts. You should know that there are many ways to force confessions in the martial arts world? To be honest, I don't want to use that method to deal with you."

"I......"

"How about the bone-bone hand? It's a small grapple, I guess you'll feel very comfortable."

"Okay... OK. I get it, I'll give you the...things back to you right away."

Yan Zifei was cowardly. He had to be cowardly. If the other party had not mentioned the wrong bone hand, he could still hold on.

But for him, the three words "Miscellaneous Bone Hand" are equivalent to a death-demanding talisman!

The Bone Hand is an extremely vicious way to force confession that was circulated in the world during the old age and in the Republic of China. It was despised by orthodox martial arts people. Decades have passed, and in this era, there are very few people who know this technique. But Yan Zifei dare not gamble. He cannot afford to gamble. In the future, he has to rely on his hands to make a living. Once he gets the Bone Hand, his hands will be ruined. His tendons and veins will be destroyed and there will be no possibility of recovery in the future.

The young man squatting on the ground gave a look at the young man stepping on the swallow flying, and the latter let him go, kicked him, and shouted coldly: "Hurry up, go get things quickly. Then he will be slow. I will peel you off!"

Yan Zifei did not dare to be negligent. He hurriedly entered the inner room and took out a long strip of canvas.

A young man pulled open the package in a few seconds, glanced at him, and nodded to his companion.

The three of them breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. The things were retrieved and lost for a day and a night. If they hurt people with them, they would be uneasy for the rest of their lives.

"You bring your things back to the car first and wait. Let's ask him something."

"Yeah." The man holding the package turned around and left the room.

The remaining two young men were flying left and right, holding Yan Zifei and pushing him to the wall.

"Sorry, there is something else I want to ask you for advice."
Chapter completed!