The close-knit mad soldier of the beautiful president

On the antique table top, a pair of rough hands were stacked on top of it, and in the middle was a wooden chopstick, piercing through the palms of these hands and the table top.

The middle-aged man was a bit stubborn, his hands were nailed to the table, but he didn't say a word, he just looked at Ye Feng with his eyes firmly.

If it wasn't for the exposed cold sweat flowing from his forehead, outsiders would probably think that those hands did not belong to this middle-aged man.

"Are you a late-stage internal strength master?"

The middle-aged man's mouth trembled, as if he couldn't believe it.

He is 38 years old this year, he has practiced martial arts for so many years, and he is only in the middle stage of internal strength, but how old is Ye Feng in front of him, 25? 26?

He is more than 12 years younger than him, but has more terrifying strength than him.

This made the middle-aged man somewhat unacceptable, but he had to accept it.

Ye Feng's movements were so fast that he couldn't even react in time, but the moment he got up and crossed his hands, Ye Feng pierced his palm with a chopstick.

This speed, if there is no late stage or even peak strength of inner strength, it is impossible to achieve.

"Uncle Sun, why do you..."

Wang Tianyin watched this scene with dull eyes, unable to react to the current situation.

That's a mid-term master of internal strength that his father hired at a big price, and he was exposed before he made a move?

Not only him, Song Ziwen and the others are also a little confused about the current situation.

When they were at the table just now, they heard how badly Wang Tianyin boasted about his bodyguard, who would cut off people's hands and feet at every turn, and they were expecting this person to avenge them!It's fine now, just nail it there.

"Wang Tianyin, I will give you a chance now, kneel down and apologize to me, and promise not to embarrass the Lin Group in the future, I can let you get out."

What Wang Tianyin said just now was used by Ye Feng, but he ignored the middle-aged man's question.

And the ending didn't seem to have changed much. Ye Feng didn't accept this opportunity, and Wang Tianyin didn't choose to apologize either.

"Since you know my identity, I don't believe it. You still dare to touch me." Wang Tianyin said with hatred.

"I really feel worthless for Wang Zhenxiong, to have such a stupid grandson like you."

Ye Feng shook his head, stood up slowly, and approached Wang Tianyin step by step.

But at this moment, the middle-aged man who was nailed to the table behind him forcibly pulled out his hands, endured the pain and kicked Ye Feng in the head.

Judging from the strong wind carried by this kick, if this kick is real, Ye Feng's head may immediately turn into a pile of rotten watermelons.

"Brother Ye Feng..."

Lin Xiaoxiao, who was facing Ye Feng, yelled and closed her eyes, a little afraid to look at the tragedy that might happen next, but Wang Tianyin and the others had already started to shout excitedly.

"boom!"

There was a sound of broken glass and shouts coming to an abrupt end, causing Lin Xiaoxiao to open her tightly closed eyes. In the arena, the figure of the middle-aged man was gone, only the broken glass of the window, It seems to be telling the whereabouts of the man.

"Rubbish!"

Ye Feng withdrew his raised right foot, looked at the window and cursed in a low voice, then continued walking towards Wang Tianyin.

"Ye Feng, don't think that being able to fight is great. This world is not dominated by warriors. There are many people you can't afford to offend. My Wang family is one of them."

When Ye Feng gradually approached, Wang Tianyin stood still, staring at Ye Feng with trembling eyes, and the words in his mouth seemed to cheer him up.

pale and weak.

"Then I really want to know, after I crippled you today, would he, Wang Zhenxiong, dare to come and discuss an explanation with me for you?"

After standing still in front of Wang Tianyin, Ye Feng put his hand on Wang Tianyin's shoulder, and the hot air in his mouth almost spit on the other's face.

But Wang Tianyin didn't dare to move at all, he could only sweat violently on his forehead.

After the words fell, Ye Feng put his arm on the opponent's shoulder in vain, and the huge force made Wang Tianyin's shoulder shatter in an instant.

"what!"

The severe pain made Wang Tianyin scream, and at the same time, his feet trembled, and he fell to his knees on the ground.

"Boom!"

A tremblingly dull voice emanated from Wang Tianyin's knee hitting the ground.

This simple action not only crippled Wang Tianyin's shoulder, but also shattered his knee.

"Goo~"

In this silent environment, the sounds of Song Ziwen and Li Duoxing rolling their Adam's apples were so ear-piercing.

"Are you...will you kneel down and repent, or should I help you?"

Disturbed by the movement made by Song Ziwen and the other two, Ye Feng turned his head back with a smile, looking calmly at the two trembling bodies.

"thump!"

Swept by Ye Feng's eyes, the two knelt down hastily, and repeatedly admitted their mistakes: "Brother Ye, it's because we don't know Taishan with our dog eyes, didn't understand the situation, and offended you, we admit our mistakes."

As they said that, the two kowtowed their heads one after another, begging for Ye Feng's forgiveness.

Wang Tianyin of the Wang family knelt down, and they didn't have any luck now.

Only Zheng Wenjun was still standing there, without any movement, Ye Feng glanced at this always gentle young man, and didn't care too much.

After all, from the beginning to the end, Zheng Wenjun hardly spoke to him, let alone offended him.

Ye Feng thinks that he is also a person with clear grievances and grievances, and there is no need to take revenge on everyone.

"Wang Tianyin, remember, stop the encirclement and suppression of the Lin family. If there is any news about your revenge on the Lin family tomorrow, you have to pay attention to your life."

Ye Feng squinted his eyes, and quietly released a murderous aura. After breaking through the last line of defense in Wang Tianyin's heart, he just waved his hands impatiently, and said to Song Ziwen and others, "Okay, quickly carry him away."

……

At night, in a courtyard that occupies a very large area in Shanghai, the lights are brightly lit, and people of all shapes and sizes are constantly entering and leaving the rooms of the courtyard, creating a lively scene.

It's just that from the sadness on the brows of these people, it's not difficult to see that everyone is anxious.

And in the side room of the courtyard, Wang Tianyin, whose shoulders and knees were crippled by Ye Feng in the afternoon, was lying on a clean white bed, staring at the ceiling with dull eyes, oblivious to the pain in his body.

Beside him, there was an old man in a cloth jacket, holding a box full of medical supplies in his hand, checking Wang Tianyin's injuries.

Several other dignified middle-aged men and a graceful and luxurious woman stood by and watched anxiously as the doctor practiced medicine. There was a bit of anger mixed with the undisguised anxiety in their eyes.