Yan Fenghuo walked out with the guard captain, whistled lightly, and showed an indifferent expression on his face.
"Put down the gun." The middle-aged poor man waved his hand, indicating to his men to put down the gun.
After receiving the order, the people around them put down their guns, turned into poor people again, and wandered around. But their eyes were always fixed on Yan Fenghuo, exuding strong vigilance.
At this time, Yan Fenghuo realized that he had lost his sight. Not only had his eyes gone wrong, but he was almost blind. Those poor people just now were not poor people at all, but a group of well-trained armed personnel, but he just didn't notice it.
He was negligent. Although he made careful observations, it was a pity that the other party hid it too deeply and too well... No, it was not that the other party hid it well, but that he had regressed.
He should have seen something hidden in the other person's eyes, he should have seen something from the other person's hands, stance, expression and body shape, but he didn't see it and completely ignored it.
In a nearly closed life for more than a year, Yan Fenghuo focused all his thoughts on making money and his son. The special skills he learned on the battlefield gradually deteriorated, so much so that he could make mistakes at such times. If it were in the past, this would be
It’s simply impossible!
"God's punishment?" Yan Fenghuo asked, staring at the middle-aged poor man.
"Yes, Mr. Divine Punishment." The middle-aged poor man nodded and smiled: "The world's number one killer, Mr. Divine Punishment."
After receiving the affirmation, Yan Fenghuo took a deep breath and said, "Take me to see him."
"Of course, please come with me." The middle-aged poor man raised his hand.
The four armed men immediately walked up to the two men, quickly took out soft locks, cuffed their hands, and then covered their heads with black cloths.
Unable to see, they were instantly plunged into darkness. Yan Fenghuo and the guard captain were taken out of this slum area by the liberation organization and put into a car to leave.
Sitting in the car, Yan Fenghuo lay on the seat and calculated the speed of the car while observing any sounds outside the car. This was a habit. In this case, this was the only way to know where he was and send out a distress signal.
Or follow the memory to find the final destination after escaping.
"Bang!"
The muffled sound of fists colliding with flesh was heard, and the militant sitting next to Yan Fenghuo punched him hard without warning.
"Well……"
After being hit violently, Yan Fenghuo groaned in pain, and his whole body hunched over like a shrimp. While his body suffered from the severe pain in his abdomen, his brain went blank. He could no longer calculate the speed of the car.
After getting off the bus, all the sounds coming from outside the car disappeared, except for the cramps in the abdomen.
"I heard that you are the Flame of Vengeance." The militant who punched Yan Fenghuo made a contemptuous voice: "It's nothing more than that, haha."
"Huh...huh..." Yan Fenghuo bent over and gasped for air, and said with great effort: "Yes, I am the vengeful flame, ****, you are dead."
After hearing these words, the militant raised his fist and hit Yan Fenghuo hard on the abdomen again.
"Bang!"
This punch was even heavier than the previous punch, almost knocking Yan Fenghuo into shock.
"Don't beat him." The middle-aged poor man sitting in front of the car made a voice: "Vengeance Flame is the person Mr. God Punishment wants. If you really beat him into disgrace, I'm afraid Mr. God Punishment will be very unhappy."
"I don't care about divine punishment or not," the militant said angrily: "My brother died because of this, even though he was not killed by this guy."
"He just has a bad life, how can he be blamed for the revengeful flame?"
"I don't care!" the militants roared, grabbed Yan Fenghuo's neck, put his mouth on his ear, gritted his teeth and said: "Do you know who my brother is? Do you know how he was killed by you?
What!"
Yan Fenghuo, whose neck was pinched, was lying on his side on the militants. He wanted to bend down to relieve the severe pain in his abdomen, but his body was pulled straight. While enduring the severe pain in his abdomen, he tried to get rid of the palm on his neck.
This is a sign of inability to resist.
"Hehehe, don't struggle like a girl, don't worry, I won't kill you." The militant laughed and said: "Others think that Revenge Flame is so crazy, so arrogant, and so powerful. In fact, in the end it's just...
Just like girls, struggling in my hands, hahahaha..."
The middle-aged poor man did not speak anymore, but he chuckled. It was obvious that he did not like Yan Fenghuo at this time, because Yan Fenghuo was too weak at this time. A strong man, even at a disadvantage
You should also show a strong attitude.
A strong person must have a strong heart. A strong person will never give in at any time, otherwise it is impossible to become a strong person.
The militants kept insulting Yan Fenghuo with various words, as if this could vent his inner anger.
As for Yan Fenghuo, he almost fainted from the pain. All sensory nerves were replaced by pain nerves.
His body is no longer what it was a year and a half ago. Not only his keen alertness, but also his physical strength have deteriorated due to his superior life. If it were in the past, two punches like this would not be able to cause much damage to him.
, he could continue to calculate everything around him while enduring the pain, but he can't anymore, he has degraded too much.
A few hours later, the car stopped, and the militants took Yan Fenghuo and the guard captain out and took off their hoods.
The moment he took off his hood, Yan Fenghuo's eyes were almost unable to open due to the bright sunlight. It took him several seconds to adjust to the transition from darkness to daylight.
This was unimaginable before. His eyes could quickly switch between darkness and day in less than a second, but not now.
Looking at the guard captain next to him, Yan Fenghuo smiled bitterly and shook his head.
This is a typical Thai-style manor with a large courtyard and is located among lush banana trees. There is a rockery fountain in the yard. Several servants are repairing the lawn and trees, and some are cleaning the bodies of the two elephants.
No matter how you look at it, this is a manor that represents the leisure life of Thailand's upper class. There are many servants, keeping elephants as pets, and they are leisurely and contented.
"We have brought them." The middle-aged poor man nodded to an old man at the door and said, "We have other things to do, so let's leave here."
After saying that, the people from the liberation organization immediately turned around and got in the car to leave, seemingly unwilling to stay here at all.
The old man raised his cloudy eyes and looked at Yan Fenghuo's face, then at the guard captain's face. He slowly walked over and opened the soft lock for the two of them and said, "This is not the way we treat guests.
Please understand. These guys from the Liberation Organization are very rude, and the master has never liked them very much."
With his hands free, the guard captain immediately winked at Yan Fenghuo, with a murderous look on his face.
This is a good opportunity. There is only one old man around. You can kill him and escape.
But Yan Fenghuo shook his head and vetoed the action that the guard captain wanted to carry out. He did not pity the old man, but he knew that danger was often hidden in peace.
"Killing is just a bad idea after all." The old man lowered his head and sighed softly: "Many things can't be solved by killing. Young man, your murderous intention is too strong."
As soon as he finished speaking, an extremely violent murderous aura was like the air energy produced when a Tomahawk cruise missile exploded, impacting in all directions, immediately making Yan Fenghuo and the guard captain's hands and feet go numb, and they stood there in shock.
Sweating in cold sweat.
But this was only a moment, and the murderous aura immediately disappeared without a trace. The old man was still the same old man with a stooped waist, and he still walked slowly, as if a gust of wind could knock him to the ground.
With a "pop" sound, the guard captain sat down on the ground, as if his whole body had been washed by water.
Yan Fenghuo was a little better, at least he could still maintain a standing posture. But he was breathing heavily and staring at the old man's thin back without blinking.
He believed that if the old man took action, he and the guard captain would probably be killed immediately. The murderous intent was so strong that it could make people's hearts break.
If the old man is like this, who is his master? Divine punishment? No, I am afraid that divine punishment may not be as murderous as this old man.
"Master is waiting for you." The old man turned his head and smiled, saying that humans and animals are harmless.
The guard captain struggled to stand up with the help of Yan Fenghuo, stared at the old man walking in front with fear, and followed the steps carefully into the manor.