The heat on Song Shifeng's face hadn't dissipated yet. He looked at Chen Zhe in surprise.
It was indeed what Zhou Yuhan thought. Song Shifeng didn't dare to do anything to Zhou Yuhan because he didn't want to start a war with the Zhou family. And if he didn't move Zhou Yuhan, even if Zhou Ruohai was here, he wouldn't dare to do anything to him.
The two major forces each have their own concerns. Neither one will easily touch the other's bottom line and start a war.
Song Shifeng was shocked at first. Then he laughed: "You slapped me in the mouth. Do you know what the consequences will be."
"I know. Your face will swell."
Chen Zhe walked over indifferently. Song Shifeng smiled slightly: "I admire your courage. But I don't appreciate your wisdom."
"You'd better say a few more words. Otherwise, you won't be able to speak out." Chen Zhe walked up to Song Shifeng and said, "You mean no one dares to hit you, right? It seems that you have lived too freely in this life. It's a pity. You touched me."
Chen Zhe said and slapped him again.
Snap.
This time it was even more brutal. Song Shifeng felt a buzzing sound in his head, and there was a salty taste in his mouth.
If someone dares to hit him for the first time, that person may be a fool. If someone hits him, then that is courage.
Song Shifeng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He looked down and actually smiled: "So this is what it feels like to be beaten. But you must not know what it feels like to die."
Chen Zhe sneered. Then he reached out and slapped him again: "You must not know what it feels like to be slapped to death."
A slap was thrown out. The force was twice as strong.
Song Shifeng was whipped and turned 180 degrees, with his back facing Chen Zhe.
Chen Zhe flew up and kicked him directly on the waist. He kicked the man out and landed on the table. He rolled on it and then fell behind the table.
Song Shifeng likes tea art and likes to make his own tea. There is a set of Kung Fu tea sets on the tea set. Tea cups, tea pots, tea trays, tea pets, tea towels, pots and pens. The bits and pieces were knocked to pieces and scattered everywhere.
Ye Jiaying opened her mouth. A thought flashed through her mind: The son who was sitting in the Heshi Hall was beaten. How could this bodyguard be so vicious? It was even worse than the underworld.
She knew very well what the consequences of beating Song Shifeng would be. It not only meant that Chen Zhe would be cut into pieces with random blades, but also Zhou Yuhan, Zhou Cong, and Ye Jiaying. No one could run away.
Now, she is no longer afraid that Song Shifeng will "lurk" on her. She is afraid that she will implicate everyone.
She was even more scared.
Ye Jiaying wanted to come up and grab Chen Zhe. But she was grabbed by Zhou Yuhan first.
She turned back and glanced at Zhou Yuhan. She found that her best friend was gritting her teeth and her eyes were flashing with excitement. It was as if she wished she could do something for herself.
"It's already been beaten anyway. Why not give it a good shot?" Zhou Yuhan said in a low voice. His voice was full of excitement.
She suffered a lot today.
Ye Jiaying was stunned. Are these people crazy?
Bang bang bang.
There was a knock on the door outside. Doglegs got up and said, "Open the door for me, Master. Master, are you okay?"
Song Shifeng said something vaguely. His face was indeed as swollen as a steamed bun. He held on to the corner of the table and climbed up from behind the table: "You will pay the price."
This sentence can be heard clearly.
"We'll talk about that kind of thing later. You're paying the price now." Chen Zhe grabbed the tea tray on the table and smashed it down hard. There was a clang.
Song Shifeng's forehead was dripping with blood. He looked at Chen Zhe angrily. He was arrogant and fierce. He grabbed the table tightly and climbed up. He grabbed the drawer on the table and took out a silver pistol from it.
Chen Zhe sat on the table and kicked him in the face. He took the pistol over and played with it a few times: "Don't play with this thing. It will kill someone. Either you will die or I will die." "
Song Shifeng stubbornly climbed out from behind the table. A black barrel was pointed right at his forehead.
Chen Zhe sneered: "I won't die. So you have to die."
Zhou Yuhan was shocked from the back. If Song Shifeng was really killed, then the Zhou family and Heshitang would have an inextricable hatred. They would have to fight to the death to end it. And her grandfather has not woken up yet. Come. The Zhou family is in disarray. People are in chaos. The Zhou family must be the one who dies.
This guy can really cause trouble.
She now understands why Chen Zhe dared to kill Zhang Ze.
"We can't kill him." Zhou Yuhan said anxiously from behind.
Chen Zhe smiled and said, "Then it's okay to beat him to a disability."
He lifted Song Shifeng up from under the table and held him down like a pig about to be slaughtered. Song Shifeng looked at him with a sneer, as if mocking his bluff.
Now it seems that this guy is not just a bodyguard. He has a great background. He dares to hit himself, which proves that he has the confidence.
But killing him would be a slap in the face for Hong Guoguo. Heshitang would definitely not give up. This person has no place in the country. Even if he escapes abroad, he will not be able to escape pursuit.
"Take advantage of the machine. Kill me if you can." Song Shifeng is a gangster after all. He is quite bloody. He is not afraid.
Chen Zhe smiled slightly: "You are not afraid of death because you know that I dare not kill you."
Song Shifeng did not deny it. If Chen Zhe wanted to kill him, he would have shot him just now.
If he shoots, he won't be able to leave the building at all. All the brothers outside must have heard the news and gathered here.
Chen Zhe snorted coldly. He raised his hand and shot.
Zhou Yuhan felt her heart tremble violently. She regretted bringing Chen Zhe here now. This guy is a troublemaker.
She looked nervously and saw a small hole punched in the table. Debris flew everywhere, scratching Song Shifeng's face.
Song Shifeng's face was pale and his body was trembling slightly. He knew that Chen Zhe would not kill him. But when Chen Zhe fired, the torrent caused by the bullet cutting through the air stung his skin. The feeling was extremely terrifying.
Chen Zhe didn't say anything. He shot Song Shifeng between the legs again.
It was still just a hair's breadth away. Song Shifeng could even feel a hot air flowing between his legs.
Chen Zhe sighed and threw the pistol on the table: "Whether I kill you or not doesn't depend on who you are. It depends on whether you know how to advance or retreat. This gun is good. I'll leave it to you."
He threw the gun on the table, then jumped off the table, turned his back to Song Shifeng and walked out the door: "Let's go back. It's boring."
Song Shifeng's heart trembled. When he saw Chen Zhe's back turned to him, he tremblingly stretched out his hand to touch the pistol...
Ye Jiaying screamed: "Be careful."
Chen Zhe shook his head: "He won't shoot. Let's go."
Sure enough, although Song Shifeng touched the gun and the expression on his face changed, he never raised the gun.
Chen Zhe opened the door. Apart from the "dog legs", a large group of people had already gathered outside the door.
He turned around and waved: "Thank you for the hospitality. Let's have a meal next time if you have time."
The man waiting outside the door was surprised and confused. Could it be that this guy has become friends with the young master?
They gathered around. Chen Zhe frowned and looked back at Song Shifeng, who was sitting back on his chair. Song Shifeng waved his hand: "Let them go."
There was a crash. A passage opened in front of the door. Chen Zhe whispered to Zhou Yuhan: "Let's leave quickly. Don't stop and don't look back."
Zhou Yuhan pulled Ye Jiaying. Zhou Cong followed behind. He passed through the corridor among more than a hundred gang members. Zhou Yuhan's expression was indifferent. He only held Ye Jiaying's hand tightly, and a circle of red appeared on her hand. print.
Ye Jiaying, who was injured, didn't feel anything at all. Her heart almost jumped out of her chest. She looked around and saw no one moved. She quickly followed behind Chen Zhe.
The four of them just walked out. No one stopped them along the way.
"It's strange. Song Shifeng actually didn't chase him. This is not like his fearless style." Zhou Yuhan frowned and said in confusion.
Chen Zhe said disdainfully: "No one dares to be fearless. When he knows that someone can really threaten him, and he can't figure out this person's real bottom line, he will be afraid."
Zhou Yuhan nodded.
People like Song Shifeng are actually afraid sometimes.
He was actually stunned by Chen Zhe.
"Master, why have you become like this? Do you need me to chase you..." Dog Leg roared angrily. He turned around and was about to chase him out.
Song Shifeng immediately shouted: "Stop. Take a look before talking. Tell my dad about this. Let these people go out. No one can move."
It was exactly as Chen Zhe expected. He had no idea. He was also afraid.
There must be people who are not afraid of death. That is because there is something more important than death. Some people commit suicide. That is because there is something more fearful than death.
But the person who is not afraid of death is definitely not Song Shifeng. He is not afraid of death because he knows that he cannot die. When he meets someone like Chen Zhe, he becomes afraid.
"You know what's going on." Chen Zhe's voice sounded in Song Shifeng's ears. Song Shifeng was startled. He looked around. There was no trace of Chen Zhe at all.
Could it be that this person is also...
Song Shifeng's forehead was dripping with sweat. He thought of a great possibility.
"Jiaying, take my car. I'll have someone pick up your car in a few days."
Zhou Yuhan said lightly, pushed Ye Jiaying into the car, and then got into the driver's seat.
Ye Jiaying shook her head and said, "But...your bodyguard hasn't gotten in the car yet."
"Let him go back by himself." Zhou Yu said coldly and stepped on the accelerator.
Chen Zhe, who was behind, was startled. He shouted: "Damn it, don't throw me here. I don't know the road."
Zhou Yuhan's car drove far away with a whine, turned a corner and disappeared.
Ye Jiaying looked back. It wasn't until Chen Zhe's figure disappeared from sight that she asked Zhou Yuhan in confusion: "He helped you just now. Why did you throw him away?"
"He helped me. If I hadn't begged him, he would have helped me." Zhou Yuhan said disdainfully.
Ye Jiaying chuckled: "If you don't ask him, he will help you."
"How is that possible?" Zhou Yuhan didn't believe it.
Ye Jiaying smiled and said: "It's very possible. Didn't you see that your bodyguard was standing very close when you were fighting with that dog-leg? If you were in danger, he would definitely take action. And his fists were clenched. He was obviously nervous all the time. I have to take action. My vision is correct."
Zhou Yuhan hesitated for a moment. The car slowed down.
Ye Jiaying saw her expression: "Xiaohan. Do you like him?"
"How is that possible?" Zhou Yu snorted coldly, quite disdainfully.
Ye Jiaying mused: "Your character. If you don't take a person to your heart, then he will not make you angry at all, nor will he make you happy. Look at how full your mind is now."
Zhou Yuhan shook his head: "I like him. It's impossible."
The car that had slowed down suddenly accelerated again, quickly throwing Chen Zhe several miles away.