The close-knit mad soldier of the beautiful president

"I heard that he is a warrior, and he has a little kung fu."

Thinking of Fourth Master Hong's explanation, Jiang Mazi suddenly became serious.

Based on his seven years of experience with Fourth Master Hong, he naturally knows what a warrior means in this society.

"It's actually a warrior?"

Biaozi and the others were obviously no strangers to the word warrior. When they heard that the person they were going to deal with this time was actually a warrior, they were all surprised, and a few of them even flinched.

In their impression, a warrior is a very special existence, a powerful figure who is so mythological that he can beat people to death with a single punch. Such a person is not something they can offend.

Seeing that the people around him were gradually retreating, Jiang Mazi immediately shouted angrily: "Damn, a bunch of trash, what do you have on your waist? No matter how rough he is, can he beat us with dozens of guns?"

Jiang Mazi's bold and dry words made everyone feel a lot more confident, and they felt a little more at ease as they touched the gun barrel at their waists.

"No matter how powerful he is, he is still human. A round of bullets will directly turn him into a sieve."

After Biaozi agreed, Jiang Mazi nodded in satisfaction.

Just at this moment, a younger brother hurried in from outside the door, bringing the long-awaited news.

"Brother Jiang, that man is here."

As soon as Ye Feng stepped out of the taxi, a large group of people with various weapons were already 'greet' him outside.

There is no colorful long hair, and no immature faces can be seen. Everyone looks fierce, completely different from ordinary street bastards.

The driver who drove Ye Feng all the way for more than an hour, thought that this trip would be a good way to slaughter the fat sheep, but he didn't expect that when he arrived at the place, he was surrounded by such a group of guys who didn't look easy to mess with.

After hesitating for a while, looking at the 200 yuan displayed on the meter, the driver rolled his throat, tremblingly pulled Ye Feng who was about to leave, and said with a wry smile: "Brother, this fare..."

As soon as I said five words, a 1.6-meter-long man next to me pushed the car door and shouted, "Get out of here!"

After the voice fell, the driver immediately let go of his hand, stepped on the accelerator to death, and rushed out quickly.

Seeing this, Ye Feng couldn't help giving the little man a thumbs up.

Saved me another 200 yuan.

Surrounded by a group of people, Ye Feng slowly approached the factory building. Along the way, the cold eyes and demonstrative crowd appeared in Ye Feng's eyes one after another.

Everyone looked at Ye Feng curiously, at this guy they dispatched hundreds of people to deal with.

Except for Jiang Mazi and the others who are the leader, no one knows the identity of Ye Feng's martial artist. Naturally, there will be people who are not open-eyed and want to come forward to provoke the ordinary-looking Ye Feng.

For example, the little man who got the driver off just now followed Ye Feng all the way into the factory building, and seeing Ye Feng's indifferent attitude, he finally couldn't help but sneered: "I really don't know what's worth paying attention to about your trash!" of."

While talking, the little man even held a knife, and his technique looked very skillful.

"Do you want to know?"

Ye Feng, who had already walked to the middle of the workshop, turned his head and looked at the little man beside him with a smile.

"Hehe, what's the matter? Dissatisfied?"

After patiently waiting for the little man to finish speaking, Ye Feng said politely: "Goodbye!"

Then, kicked out.

"boom!"

The little man, less than 1.6 meters tall, flew out like a human cannonball, and hit the wall in the distance until he stopped the castration.

This terrifying kick directly made the little man's eyes turn white, and after he fell to the ground, he began to vomit blood profusely, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

In the huge factory building, hundreds of people were shocked by this scene and fell into dead silence.

Ye Feng's sudden outburst had a huge impact on everyone.

For those who don't know warriors, it is the first time they see someone who can kick people so far with one kick, which is undoubtedly a subversion of their cognition for so many years.

And those who knew more or less about the existence of warriors, such as Jiang Mazi and others, were only seeing warriors make a move for the first time.

In their minds, they had guessed in advance how powerful a warrior would be, but it was too terrifying to send a person who weighed more than 100 kilograms flying tens of meters away.

Touching the hard thing on his waist, Jiang Mazi felt that facing such a person, it would be safer to hold the gun in his hand, so he took out the pistol and opened the safety.

Seeing this, the others followed suit and took out their guns.

At this time, they felt a little more at ease.

"Boy, you dare to be so crazy on my territory, you are very good."

Jiang Mazi grinned, and walked slowly to Lin Xiaoxiao's side. He wanted to point a gun at Lin Xiaoxiao and threaten Ye Feng to submit, but he was worried that the gun would go away or kill him.

The order he received was to keep Ye Feng at all costs, but Lin Xiaoxiao couldn't hurt a single bit. If Lin Xiaoxiao was killed by this mistake, he didn't have to continue to carry out the order, he could wait until he died .

Lin Xiaoxiao, who was tightly bound by the rope, immediately shook her head crazily after seeing Ye Feng.

She knew that Ye Feng was very strong, but she didn't know how strong he was. But from the perspective of a normal person, no matter how powerful he was, he could not be spared from a dozen black muzzles. Disaster.

She didn't want Ye Feng to take risks.

But Ye Feng gave Lin Xiaoxiao a reassuring look.

That was Ye Feng's confidence in his own strength.

On the battlefield in the southern country, there was a hail of guns and bullets, and a dozen or so pistols were nothing.

However, these dozen or so pistols still somewhat surprised Ye Feng.

In the information Alice gave him, it was not mentioned that these people still had arms.

You must know that in the place where the law and order is the strictest in Shanghai, it is very unusual for a person who can get so many guns.

At least that fourth master Hong, there is absolutely no way to get it.

In other words, there might be someone else behind fourth master Hong.

In this way, there is no enmity between Ye Feng and fourth master Hong, but it makes sense that the other party wants to attack him.

"Where is fourth master Hong?"

After figuring this out, Ye Feng no longer wanted to talk nonsense with the other party, and asked directly.

"Hehe, kid, I think it's better for you to care about whether you can get out of here first."

Jiang Mazi raised his eyebrows, seeing Ye Feng's calm eyes, his heart skipped a beat.

He is also the master who has hovered on the edge of death many times, and even killed people. Every person who is about to die will have more or less fear in his eyes.

This is the inescapable nature.

But Ye Feng's eyes were only calm, so calm that it was frightening.