"Little beast, you are so crazy. I'll teach you a lesson today. I have the courage to take my head." With a roar, the angry man jumped out from behind Mr. Rong, swung a wooden chair, and hit Tang Feng with his head raised. Tang Feng raised his head and held his head up.
The chest was not moved, and I was beaten hard. The powerful blow made the whole wooden chair fall apart. The scene of the wooden chips and wooden stalls breaking and flying like the special effects shot in the movie, which is extremely shocking and violent.
Full.
Tang Feng was not injured at all, and gently patted the wood chips and slags on his hair. The elite ability of the Blue Eagle troops to resist strikes is not comparable to the tricks of shattering big rocks on his chest. It is real kung fu, and it is grinding day after day.
The self-protection method is that how many bottles of wine, bricks, wooden sticks, and muscles a soldier must get beaten. The reason why the soldiers have a deep understanding of it.
The strong man who has been practicing martial arts for nearly 20 years is even more terrifying. The reckless man swinging a chair is stunned and at a loss. Tang Feng smiled slightly, bent down to pick up half of the broken wood, and looked at the broken end of the wood thorns.
The smile gradually became gloomy, and the man who was acting on the move realized that the danger was coming and wanted to retreat. Unfortunately, it was too late!
Tang Feng made a move like lightning, and half of the legs of the chair were inserted into the man's chest. Everyone was shocked. Master Rong squinted his eyes and his hand holding the iron gall trembled slightly. Tang Feng sneered at the man's twisted face and said indifferently: "I'm here
If you kill too many people in your life, it doesn’t matter if you kill one more person.”
After speaking, Tang Feng's hand holding the chair's legs suddenly pressed down, and the broken tip suddenly emerged from the man's back. Then it turned a lot, and a series of actions did not drag on the mud, which made the heart feel cold, and the blood was dripping along the wood.
The gap between the stick and the rotten meat gushed down, dyeing the redwood floor, and the legs of the chair three or four centimeters in diameter instantly thorned the man's lungs and rotted.
Tang Feng, who was murderous intent, had another leg, and the man's burly body flew backwards, smashed the attic glass window, and fell into the river. The sound of water splashing touched people's hearts.
More than twenty people flocked in, and some people had reached into their arms to touch the guy who was tied to their waists. Tang Feng held a cigarette in his mouth, clapped his hands calmly, and said to the expressionless Mr. Rong: "Let someone be released before midnight
Otherwise, Master Rong, don’t blame me for not understanding the rules of respecting the elderly and loving the young.”
Tang Feng turned around and went downstairs. The man who blocked the stairs at more than a dozen people were as if he was facing a great enemy and retreated step by step.
It is really heroic in the chaotic times. Now, no matter how you say it is a legal society, Rong Ye can understand in one sentence that this land has the kingly law and justice that the people fear from the heart. They kill people as casually as Tang Feng.
There are only a few Saint Petersburg, with nearly four million people. A scarlet blood appeared on the river surface illuminated by the lights of the cruise ship. Master Rong, who was surging by the wind and waves, had his face turned pale.
"Master Rong, what should you do if you say something?" A man asked in a low voice, repeatedly fumbled into the May 4th pistol in his waist, with a fierce look that he wanted to eat Tang Feng's flesh, drink Tang Feng's blood, and the man stabbed to death by the legs of the chair was
His most loyal friend will inevitably feel sad that the rabbit dies and the fox is sad.
Mr. Rong frowned and his old eyes were squinting, and his murderous intent surged. He just held back his anger. Seeing Tang Feng go downstairs, he said in a deep voice: "The boat is docked, let him leave, and send someone to catch the body by the way. The movement is small.
I don't want to make the city full of wind and rain, everyone knows it."
"Master Rong, what if I can't catch it?" The burly man was embarrassed and plunged into the river to catch the body in a dark light, making a little embarrassed by the brothers.
"It's better to be able to get it, it's better to save it." Rong Ye snorted coldly. The person sitting next to him couldn't help but feel numb. After all, he was a gangster veteran. His style of conduct was indeed very imaginative. How many people swim.
The first-class man jumped into the river immediately, and two speedboats rushed along the river, but in short, the bodies could not be seen.
The murderer was Tang Feng, who also involved the already dirty Qing Gang. The boat docked and Tang Feng disembarked.
Bloodstains and broken wood were cleaned up. The old man over 70 years old paced back and forth. Only a trusted confidant was left on the second floor of the loft. This man was Akun, a tall butler who also wore a long gown and jacket. He was beside the great man in the film and television drama.
The old servants and housekeepers are mostly hidden and powerful men. How can Rong, who has been living in the underworld for a lifetime, besides the enemy? A Kun bent down slightly and served his master for more than 30 years. He was used to this humble attitude, without any slightest.
Unnatural or deliberately artificial.
"Akun, how many years have you not taken action?"
"Master Rong, I haven't killed anyone in thirteen years. The people under the roles who used to be mixed and mixed are very clean, and I don't have the chance to intervene." A Kun smiled lightly, like a kind old man who is indifferent to the world, but he
The strange look flashed in his eyes betrayed him.
Mr. Rong smiled and nodded, turned his head to look at the tall buildings with brightly lit buildings on the river bank, and said meaningfully: "Tonight, you can do your hands and feet, kill the boy named Zhao, do it cleanly, there is no evidence. Who can do anything to me? The young boy
Could it be that the backstage can eat my old bones?"
The old man's tone gradually grew higher, he raised his head and smiled grimly, his face full of murderous intent, and finally revealed the true face of a gangster Xiongjie. Akun nodded, and his thin hands that had been retracted into his loose sleeves slowly clenched, and the "torna" that swept across the Yangtze River in the past
After thirteen years, I have no chance to show off my skills, and I am probably going to bring my perfect murderous skills into the coffin.
The cruise ship docked for a few minutes, and then rowed towards the middle of the river. Without the leisure as before, he left quickly and merged into the darkness. On the banks of the river, Tang Feng put his hands in his pockets, staring at the direction of the disappearance of the cruise ship, and a trace of bloodthirsty curled up at the corner of his mouth.
Smile, tonight's events are just the beginning, and it is believed that the old man who has been in power for decades will not be able to give in easily.
After Tang Feng left the boat, Hu Chi came up. They were always worried about the boss's safety. When they saw Tang Feng safe and sound, they felt relaxed for a moment.
"Boss, are you okay?" Hu Chi looked up and down at Tang Feng and asked in surprise.
"It's okay. Where are the others?" Tang Feng looked around and found that there were only Hu Chi and a few blade storm players, and he couldn't help but ask.
"They are all on Zhang Fuxing's side now." Hu Chi said.
Tang Feng nodded, then stepped forward, and Hu Chi followed closely behind.
At this moment, at the same time, a black shadow flashed out from the dark corner of the roadside, looking deep at Tang Feng's back, thin-soled cloth shoes stepped on the ground, and his body suddenly flew forward, and his pointer was silently touching the ground.
Like an arrow leaving the string, a long robe and a jacket swaying in the wind, it has a somewhat elegance of a peerless master.
After following this all the way, Akun, who had been holding it in for thirteen years, wanted to show his skills. He jumped lightly at a distance of five or six meters from Tang Feng, and his tall body slid over the roof of the Audi car incredibly. Then he nodded his toes and crossed in an instant.
Three meters, then click the street lamp pole on the side of the road, like a night owl, pounced on Tang Feng from a high place.