Dozens of people lifted up their suits and waved them back, and handfuls of cold daggers were touched from their waists.

They followed Wang Ming's orders, and Wang Ming would take over any consequences and clearly showed that Wang Ming's net worth is 200 million. Although this net worth is not worth mentioning in S market, his strength is not his status, but his strong and strong style and backstage.

Du Feng did not move in place, and a group of people waved daggers to attack him, but he did not move at all.

Perhaps these guys who are close to him are hell ghosts, and he has no intention of counterattack except to accept it.

A smirk at the corner of his mouth showed his point of view. Life and death do not matter. As long as this matter can be stopped, as long as Li Mengqi will not be disturbed by Wang Hao again, Du Feng is willing to accept any punishment for him.

What I dream of is always an ending that I can’t get, and living seems to have no meaning.

He had no pursuit, and Chen Miao, who used to be dead, his hopes were shattered. He was a guy who liked to be stubborn and a fool who couldn't think of it.

I just wanted to live a simple life, but the cruelty of reality was unbearable. He only worked for one day and enjoyed a free life for a day!

A dagger was inserted into his chest, and as the severe pain came, the plasma was pulled out with the dagger and sprayed out more than half a meter away.

Another dagger slid across his left shoulder, and with a "clang" sound, it seemed to hit a sharp weapon.

It was a powerful weapon carried by Du Feng's left shoulder. What he once proud of was that this short sword was stained with countless blood and took the lives of countless people.

Du Feng remained motionless. After receiving the baptism of the storm, he stabbed his dagger into his chest three times, and shouted loudly as a person in the distance: "Stop!" Afterwards, everyone in front of him retreated one after another.

Blood stained all the positions below Du Feng's chest, and he could only stand silently with a calm expression.

Among the people ahead, most of them were frightened and accepted the scene of death calmly, which was difficult for even the underworld to see.

Often, when attacking one person, he will be strongly resisted by the other party, or begging for mercy on his knees. In the face of death, no one can face it calmly. In the face of death, any dignity will disappear without a trace.

Wang Ming turned his head and looked at him. An old guy walked out of the crowd. The silence just came from his mouth.

"Old Qian!" Yang Junhao's eyes were as bright as blood plasma. He saw Du Feng being attacked by random swords with his own eyes, as if he had done the pain himself.

Yang Junhao is familiar with the slightly hunchbacked old man in front of him. He is the warehouse administrator of Dianmei Company.

Old Qian glared at Wang Ming and walked into the circle surrounding Du Feng alone.

Wang Ming was stunned for a while, and the people beside him were stunned: "Dong Wang, who is this old guy? Do you want to do it with him?"

"Bastard! You don't know who he is, don't I know yet? He is Mr. Qian!" Wang Ming instantly fell into a few cold sweats.

"Dong Qian? Is the one of the three richest people in S City?" The people around him were full of doubts.

Wang Ming nodded: "The three richest people in S City are Qian Cheng, and his power is probably in the top three in the entire continent. Second, Zeng Yunde, you should know his name. The third is the Yang Fu family. For him, you should be very familiar with him."

These three rich people can all occupy a place on the Forbes rich list in the world.

If you have money, you are the master. If you have money, you have power. This is something that has never changed.

Wang Ming's words were transmitted into everyone's ears one by one, and Mr. Qian entered the circle without any stopping him.

"Boy! Why don't you cherish your life?" Old Qian's face was not good. He approached Du Feng and said angrily.

"Old Qian? You won't come to spend money with me again, are you? To be honest, I'm a pauper!" Du Feng smiled bitterly, and couldn't help but reach out to hold the bloody wound.

"When is it that you are still smiling with me!" Mr. Qian supported him: "Go to the hospital!"

Yang Junhao also entered the circle, a big man had already cried red with his eyes.

"Uncle Feng, why are you doing this?" Yang Junhao said sadly.

"The sword technique of these people is extremely poor, and they fail to hit the vital point after several consecutive stabs." Du Feng coughed lightly, unable to bear it anymore, his body softened, and when he fell to the ground, he was supported by Yang Junhao and Qian Lao at the same time.

In the entire S City, the most famous hospital is the aristocratic hospital of President Xu.

Du Feng was rushed to the hospital, and the hospital doctors immediately rescued him.

In the corridor, Yang Junhao and Qian Lao were waiting silently, accompanied by Wang Ming and his powerful subordinates.

"Old Qian, why did you suddenly appear?" Wang Ming burst into cold sweat. The slightly hunched old man in front of him was even more terrifying than the god of death.

"What do you want to do? Ah? Do you want to kill someone?" Qian Lao was angry and pointed his fingers at Wang Ming's nose.

Wang Ming bowed his knees and bent his waist at ninety degrees.

Mr. Qian slapped him in the face and made a crisp sound, leaving five bright red fingerprints on Wang Ming's face.

Wang Ming didn't even dare to say a word, and had no temper except to endure silently.

Yang Junhao didn't know this old guy. As early as when the former chairman of Dian Ya's early days was in office, Mr. Qian had already arrived.

As for the powerful rich people in S City, Yang Junhao knew it very well, but he never thought that the old guy in front of him who obeyed his orders was Qian Cheng's father!

"You are really not showing off your own dew!" Yang Junhao exclaimed. If Mr. Qian hadn't stopped him suddenly, Du Feng would have been desperate today!

"I'll talk about this later. Fortunately, I came to the company today, otherwise would that kid still have a living!" Qian Laonuan concealed his anger.

There were dense footsteps in the corridor, and Yang Fu's family and Yang Qian arrived hurriedly.

"Dad! My sister-in-law!" Yang Junhao stood up and finally saw his own rescuers.

Yang Qian patted Yang Junhao on the shoulder: "What's going on? How is Du Feng now?"

"It's still being rescued! I'm hitting seven swords!" Yang Junhao said sadly.

Yang Fu's family looked at Wang Ming and was already trembling with anger: "You are trying to get along with me, right?"

Wang Ming's face trembled: "Dr. Yang, me!"

"Explanation? Say!" Yang Fu's family gave him enough time.

"That kid injured my son Wang Hao and spoke wildly. I was angry for a moment and came to ask someone to sue him. Unexpectedly, he was still very strong. I was so angry that I was so angry that I was attacking him! Besides, it was him who provoked us to go to the road outside the Dianya Gate and said that the matter between me and him had nothing to do with the Yang family, otherwise you would not dare to do anything to him even if you gave me a hundred courage!" Wang Ming was frightened and sweated coldly.

Yang Junhao gritted his teeth and whispered: "Dad! If this old man Qian hadn't come forward, Uncle Feng would have died immediately on the spot! Dozens of people swung their swords!"

"Old Qian?" Yang Fu family glanced at the old man who was not surprisingly handsome, with his pupils getting bigger and bigger. He didn't notice it just now. Now, after a closer look, he gradually recognized it: "Old Qian!"

"You kid just recognize me now? I have been in your elegant company for more than a year!" Mr. Qian smiled.

"You always act as an undercover agent here? You old guy, okay!" Yang Fu's family said with a smile.

"Boy still can't spit out ivory! It's all my fault!" It seems that Mr. Qian and Yang Fu's family are very familiar with each other, and they are joking with each other and are intimate.

Yang Fujia reached out and clenched him tightly, thanking him again: "Thank you very much! If it weren't for you, my brother would have never lived!"

Even the Yang Fu family respects him very much. I really don’t know whether Qian Yuan is related to his son Qian Cheng or his own abilities.

"Let's wait and see!" Old Qian shook his head with a gloomy face again, glaring at Wang Ming: "If his life is gone, you have to pay all the responsibility! I guess the Fu family won't spare you."

Wang Mingwei nodded and said yes, at this moment, he deeply regretted his stupid behavior.

He never expected that Du Feng would have such a big relationship. Not only the Yang Fu family, but also Qian Cheng seemed to have various relationships with him.

I thought it was fortunate that the money came in time, otherwise if Du Feng had taken away one of his arms and legs, he would probably have lost his life.

Yang Fujia snorted: "I'll call you, you turned off the phone. Did you deliberately not answer my phone?"

"I dare not! My phone is out of power and it will automatically turn off!" Wang Ming smiled awkwardly.

Yang Fu's family stretched out their hand and rushed towards him: "Let me see!"

"What are you looking at?" Wang Ming was immediately frightened.

"Cell phone! Don't pretend to be a grandson!" Yang Fujia said sternly.

Wang Ming's cold sweat drifted down again, and he carefully trembled his arms and took out his cell phone from his pocket and gently stuffed it into Yang Fu's hand.

Yang Fujia pressed the power button, and with the pleasant music sound, the phone turned on and the battery was 100%.

Yang Fu's family shook in front of him with his cell phone: "I'm still talking nonsense!"

Wang Ming had already been scared and knelt on the ground with a "bang" sound.

"Just kneel down honestly and wait for the news. If the news is bad, I promise you won't be able to leave this hospital." Yang Fu's family does not interact with the underworld, but he has always been domineering in his work and cruel methods.

正所谓有钱有势会有很多人愿意跟你套近乎,即便他不与黑道接触,但黑道会自动跟他靠拢.很多时候,那些人会在杨福家没发话之前做些什么,比如他不满意的人,黑道会偷偷摸摸的将人击杀活着痛揍,以示对他的尊重和爱戴.

There is only one purpose, that is money! If the Yang Fu family is willing to give them a share of the pie, that money will be enough for them to live a lifelong life.

The underworld is not a force that goes in and out of the scene. When the underworld reaches its peak, it will give up the days of fighting and killing. All kinds of business gains are enough for them to use and will not continue to fight in blood. For example, Qian Cheng and Zeng Yunde are both from underworld, but now they have separated their relationship with the underworld and have their own business groups. They can be said to be very successful examples in the underworld.

Several people waited outside the ward for nearly two hours until the operating room door opened.

A group of people surrounded Dean Xu and said, "How is it?"

President Xu sighed deeply: "It's more optimistic, at least it's not life-threatening!"

Several of the most senior doctors in the hospital were exhausted within these two hours.

The news was pretty good. Wang Ming took a deep breath, was in danger. He was under great pressure for so long, and could no longer hold it back. With a gurgle, he fainted on the ground.

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Chapter completed!