"I am also the deputy hall master after all, and you actually slapped me twice in a row?"
"Even if the president is here today, I will never spare you."
Yan Hongfei cursed loudly and punched him.
Xiao Feng dodged lightly, then quickly approached and knocked him away with a single move against the mountain.
‘Bang!’
Yan Hongfei smashed the table and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"You bastard, I will fight with you."
He roared and jumped up, flying and kicking.
‘Crack!’
Xiao Feng broke his right leg with one punch, and the bones were pierced out of the flesh.
Yan Hongfei let out a scream like a slaughtering pig and fell to the ground in great pain.
Shen Hao and others all shuddered, this guy was too cruel.
"Don't kill me, Hall Master, I know I was wrong..."
Yan Hongfei fell to the ground and begged again and again. He himself was one of the following criminals, so even if he was killed, the Martial Arts Association would not care.
Xiao Feng walked up to him and placed one hand on his Tianling Cap.
"Yan Hongfei, according to the rules of the Martial Arts Association, I have the right to deal with you."
"No, Hall Master..."
Yan Hongfei's eyes were full of horror: "It's my subordinate who is the bastard. It's my subordinate who deserves to die. Please forgive me, Master."
He was really scared at this moment, his whole body was shaking, and his whole face was pale and pale.
Shen Hao and the others did not even dare to show their anger, and Zhang Xiaolu looked ashen and hid in the corner.
After a few seconds, Xiao Feng let go of his hand.
"Okay! Then I'll give you a chance."
"If it happens again, no one can save you, I said so."
"Thank you, Master, thank you very much, Master."
Yan Hongfei kept wiping his sweat and finally escaped.
With a quick glance, Xiao Feng looked at Wan Weizhe: "Remember, you must call me "Master" when you see me in the future. Do you understand?"
Wan Weizhe, whose face was covered in blood, could only agree in humiliation.
"Ming...I understand, Master."
"very good!"
In the angry eyes of everyone, Xiao Feng left in a swagger.
"Son of a bitch!"
After he left, Shen Hao grabbed the ashtray and threw it to the ground, the anger in his heart burning to the top.
"Where did this brat come from?"
"His name is Xiao Feng, and he is an adopted son of the Han family in East Lake."
"I used to be a little brat who used his fists and kicks to cause trouble."
Zhang Xiaolu curled her lips and spat.
"Xiao Feng?"
There was a cold light in the corner of Shen Hao's eyes, and he was deflated three times in a row. How could he swallow this tone?
"Does this name sound familiar?"
When Yan Hongfei was wondering, Wan Weizhe said viciously: "He was the one who killed Vice President Shen and Deputy Hall Master Lu Tiehong."
"What?" Shen Hao was shocked.
Yan Hongfei also suddenly realized: "Yes, it's him."
"I said the name sounds so familiar. I really didn't expect that he would take the position of the Lord of Thunder Hall. It seems that this was premeditated."
"Bastard, he dares to kill my uncle?"
Shen Hao became manic, roaring like crazy.
"My Shen family will never let him go. I will cut him into pieces."
"Hey, Mr. Shen, please calm down."
Zhang Xiaolu looked charming and quickly stepped forward to rub her shoulders.
Suddenly, Shen Hao grabbed her hair and stared: "I'm very angry now, please help me calm down my anger."
He unfastened his belt and pressed Zhang Xiaolu down directly.
Yan Hongfei and Wan Weizhe were both sent to Longlin Hall. Lingshan, the head of the Electric Hall, also rushed to the hospital as soon as he learned the news.
Yan Hongfei's right leg is disabled and will remain disabled for the rest of his life.
For warriors, being disabled marks the end of their career, and his position as deputy hall leader may not be preserved.
Looking at Yan Hongfei, who was lying on the hospital bed, half-dead, Ling Shan looked gloomy and frowned.
"Master, you have to seek justice for me."
Yan Hongfei was in tears for decades, and his nose ran all over his face.
Shen Hao also fanned the flames: "Hall Master Ling, that Xiao Feng is simply arrogant. He is clearly trying to slap you in the face."
Ling Shan's eyelids twitched, but she still didn't say a word.
"Old Yan, take good care of yourself."
After leaving a few words, Lingshan left.
When several people saw this situation, they all shook their heads. It was impossible to expect him to take revenge.
Later, Wan Longlin and his two sons also rushed to the ward.
Wan Weizhe's face was covered with gauze, his eyes were staring straight out of the window, and he kept mumbling.
"I'm going to kill him, I'm going to kill that bastard..."
"Weizhe, how are you?"
Wan Jianxing sat beside the hospital bed with a worried look on his face.
He is the father of Wan Weizhe and the eldest son of Wan Longlin. He is in charge of most of the Wan family's property.
Wan Weizhe slowly turned his head and gritted his teeth: "Dad, that bastard killed Jin Ye and didn't tell me, but he also humiliated me in public several times. I can't swallow this tone."
"He has now joined the Martial Arts Association and became the master of the Thunder Hall. We must get rid of him immediately, otherwise our Wan family will be trampled under his feet sooner or later."
Everyone in Wanlong Lin had gloomy expressions. No one expected that Xiao Feng would develop even more if he let it go for a while.
"Dad, there is no hope for the Martial Arts Association."
Wan Jianhua whispered: "That bastard is the hall master now. No one except Yuan Nanwu should dare to touch him."
Wan Longlin squinted his eyes. It seemed that killing someone with a borrowed knife was no longer possible. Yan Hongfei was already disabled, and other branches could not hope to survive.
"Dad, leave this matter to me, I will handle it properly."
Wan Jianhua's eyes flashed with a cold light.
After thinking about it, Wan Longlin nodded: "Yes! Be careful, strike cleanly, and don't leave any future troubles."
…
At five o'clock in the evening, in front of Fu'an Company.
Qiao Ziming came back dressed sleekly and holding flowers.
After waiting for ten minutes, Han Qianhui and Sun Siyue walked out of the building talking and laughing.
"Qianhui, it's time to get off work."
He came forward with flowers and a smile on his face.
"How did you come?"
"Because today is a special day."
"What day?"
Han Qianhui didn't understand.
Sun Siyue reminded her: "Mr. Han, today is Mr. Qiao's birthday."
"Really? Sorry Zi Ming, I forgot about it."
Han Qianhui slapped her forehead, but she actually didn't remember it at all.
"You should have reminded me earlier, I didn't even prepare a gift."
"No need to prepare, you are my best gift."
Qiao Ziming handed over the flowers, but Han Qianhui accepted them after hesitating for a moment.
He had booked a restaurant and wanted Han Qianhui to celebrate his birthday with him. Anyone could understand such an obvious courtship.
Han Qianhui didn't want to go. Since she rejected Xiao Feng last time, the two have not contacted each other again.
Xiao Feng has not been home for a few days and has been staying at the hospital. She feels a little irritable for no reason.
"Oh, Mr. Han, just go."
Sun Siyue advised: "Master Qiao has been carefully preparing for so long, you have to give me some face, right?"
Unable to resist the two's tough talk, Han Qianhui finally agreed.
Sun Siyue and Qiao Ziming looked at each other. They discussed the plan yesterday, and of course she also benefited.
Just as the two set off, no one noticed that two black business cars quickly followed them.