——Netherworld.Ye Mei Gang——

The scenery in the lobby is magnificent. The golden floor inlaid with marble imported from France is shining. The dragon totem carvings on the golden walls look solemn and solemn. The bloody thugs stand on both sides with indifferent expressions. The sharp swords are entranced with bloodthirsty eyes.

The pistols were neatly placed beside him, as if he would fight a bloody path at any moment.

The Netherworld and Yemei Gang always have the most cruel and bloody characteristics.

Feng Yingchen was summoned to the lobby by Yin Ming. His expression was stern and cold, as noble and arrogant as the ancient Greek god Zhuan. His cold aura blended with the cold atmosphere, making people shiver.

"Yingchen, do you still remember what was the most taboo in the Ye Mei Gang's regulations?" Yin Ming took a sip of fine tea and asked coldly.

Feng Yingchen felt that things were going in a bad direction, but he still answered very calmly, "You are not allowed to bring anyone of the opposite sex into or out of the gang casually."

"Well, tell me which rule this is?" Yin Ming asked again.

"Article 165." Feng Yingchen blurted out.

"Very good. You are truly worthy of being the most potential successor who has gone through all kinds of rigorous tests, and your memory is also outstanding." Yin Ming sat upright with an expression of admiration on his face, but his expression immediately darkened and he was angry.

Asked, "But do you know you broke the rules today? Do you know the consequences?!"

Yin Ming's roar resounded through the hall, making the thugs not only frightened. Feng Yingchen had already thought of Yin Ming's purpose of calling him here this time. He had his own sense of proportion. He had never experienced any bloodthirsty cruelty. This situation was really unacceptable.

What kind of.

But if Yin Ming wants to pursue Mo Tata, what should she do? When Feng Yingchen thought of this, her originally calm and deep eyes were as bloody, dark, and cold-blooded as if they were contaminated with the aura of death, and her profile was even sharper than a blade.

"The consequences are up to you."

"Okay! You have the guts! Let me, Yin Ming, see how capable you, Feng Yingchen, are! As long as you defeat your opponent within an hour, I won't pursue anything today. The key is, you must do it in the same way.

There are ten enemies, and you are not allowed to fight back, you can only rely on dodge. If you can't hold on for an hour, you lose."

After hearing Yin Ming's words, the thugs in the gang couldn't help but take a breath. Feng Yingchen couldn't help but clench his fists, ready to fall into the killing at any time. Finally, he raised a cynical smile, lightly opened his lips and said, "Let's start."

Bar."

The ten thugs selected by Yin Ming were all well-trained professional thugs. They were very careful when they first started punching. After all, they were facing the noble Master Feng. They were somewhat scared, but they were forced by Yin Ming.

Under pressure from Ming, he had to use his special skills.

Feng Yingchen relied on his speed to temporarily gain safety. He stood surrounded by ten people, constantly dodging his body among the fists and quick kicks to avoid the body from hitting these huge impact forces. His body shape was like an arrow.

As fast as a leopard and as fierce as a leopard, he fully displayed the skills he had accumulated in his daily training, shocking Yin Ming and all the thugs.

Another ten minutes passed. Feng Yingchen's strength was somewhat exhausted, and his body was dodging a little slowly. Scattered fists hit him, and he felt a little pain. As time went by, he

His steps became slower and slower, sweat dripping down his perfect cheeks and fell on his chest. His breathing became heavy, bloodshot eyes flowed from the corners of his mouth, and his whole body became more and more sore. He couldn't help but fight back several times.

She expressed displeasure, but her naughty, child-like smile always came to mind.

Bright red and hot blood dripped on the marble floor, and his cold and strong frame hid a hot heart. Finally, the hour was up.

Feng Yingchen really won. In fact, this is the result that everyone recognizes. He is the god of death, he is the king, and he is the evil young man of the underworld. When he really stands on this bloody road, his life can only be successful. If he fails, what will happen to him?
Chapter completed!