The close-knit mad soldier of the beautiful president

In front of a bungalow, an old man in black cloth was in a stalemate with a group of burly men with dragon and tiger tattoos.

Beside them, there are these forklifts watching.

As long as the old man gets out of the way, these forklifts will rush into the bungalow area without hesitation.

Everything inside will be completely destroyed.

Demolition!

"Old man, I'll give you another chance, will you let me go?" A man with a blue dragon tattoo on his left arm asked with a cigarette in his mouth, staring at him.

"I just want to wait for my children to come back." A few tears welled up in the old man's eyes.

"Haha, so you don't want to get out of the way?" The man spat his cigarette on the ground and waved to the people behind him.

A group of big men rushed up immediately, and they were about to attack the old man.

"Who dares to come here!"

The old man let out a roar, and stood there with some momentum.

These people were slightly taken aback, and then the man with the blue dragon tattoo stepped forward in a furious step, reaching out to hit the old man in front of him.

Swish!
There was a sound piercing the air.

"What?" The man turned around in astonishment.

Snapped!
A loud voice rang directly in this area.

I saw the sole of the canvas shoe vividly imprinted on the man's cheek.

The sole of the shoe fell to the ground, and a red and swollen sole appeared on the man's cheek.

"You were the one who wanted to hit someone just now?"

With one bare foot, Ye Feng walked slowly and steadily, and lit a cigarette for himself by the way.

"Your kid threw the sole of the shoe?" The man covered his cheeks with hatred in his eyes.

All the surrounding residents couldn't help shaking their heads when they saw the tragedy in front of them.

The people from the demolition team wanted to beat the old man. Although they were angry, they didn't try to dissuade them because of the large number of people on the other side.

Although the young man walking in front of him made a heroic move, what he will face next is the wrath of these big men.

"That's Wang Biao. We are a well-known bully in Ninghai District. He is responsible for the demolition. This young man is so impulsive that he dared to hit Wang Biao in the face with the sole of his shoe."

"The young man is in trouble!"

Some people gloated and watched the play, some shook their heads and sighed, but there was nothing they could do.

Under the eyes of everyone, Ye Feng took off the other canvas shoe, and looked at Wang Biao in front of him with some teasing eyes: "I threw the sole of the shoe, why, do you want to try it again?"

"court death!"

"Brothers, abolish him!"

A few roars came, and four or five big men who were copying the guy rushed over directly.

These people have followed Wang Biao for many years, and their bodies are painted with dragons and phoenixes. They are full of social atmosphere. Ordinary ordinary people have never seen this kind of formation. Immediately, some people covered their children's eyes, for fear of letting them see bloody scenes.

Ye Feng licked his lips, and a sharp breath burst out from his eyes.

"These few people are not enough to warm me up!"

He shook his head with a sigh, and then his figure moved, like a cheetah rushing into a flock of sheep.

Bang!
A voice sounded, and a big man flew three or four meters away, lying on the ground and rolling.

The rushing people stopped suddenly, and they didn't even see how the young man in front of him made his move just now.

Then, Ye Feng didn't stop there, but stepped on the ground with bare feet, and his figure changed again.

Bang bang bang!
Almost all four or five big men lay on the ground in just a few seconds, clutching their stomachs or chests, writhing in pain.

At this time, only Wang Biao was left standing among the demolition team.

With the sole in his hand, Ye Feng came to him step by step slowly.

"You wanted to hit the old man before?" Ye Feng asked coldly.

"What does this have to do with you!" Wang Biao subconsciously glanced at the blue dragon tattooed on his arm. There is no fear in my heart.

"You seem to be very arrogant?"

Ye Feng squinted his eyes, and an awe-inspiring aura burst out from him, like the icy cold wind from the North Pole, instantly enveloping Wang Biao in front of him.

Numerous wanderings on the line of life and death have greatly changed Ye Feng's reality. At this time, the trace of coldness he showed is his true face.

"you you……"

Wang Biao had prepared his speech with an extremely arrogant expression, but when he felt the ice-like atmosphere, the previous flame suddenly disappeared.

Ye Feng's image seemed to be infinitely magnified in his eyes.

He even had an illusion that the man in front of him could crush him to death with just a slight lift of his hand.

It's as simple as trampling an ant to death.

"Let me ask again, did you want to hit the old man just now?" Ye Feng's tone was unquestionable.

"Yes..." Wang Biao's body trembled, and he uttered the word with difficulty.

Snapped!
A crisp slap resounded through the audience.

I saw Wang Biao, who was hit by the sole of the shoe in Ye Feng's hand, with a body of 170 catties, flew directly for a distance of three or four meters, spit out blood and broken teeth, and could not speak a word.

A tyrant who went to Haining, he fell down today!

After doing all this, Ye Feng put on the canvas shoes leisurely, and then took a cold look at Wang Biao who was lying not far away: "I broke your teeth this time to teach you a lesson, next time Now let me see you, I'm afraid it won't be as simple as this time."

As soon as the words fell, Wang Biao resisted the pain on his face, and led his men to run away, leaving only a look of resentment.

He didn't want to stay here anymore, he was afraid that if he stayed for a second longer, this young man would do unimaginable cruel methods to him.

That is the fear from the soul!
Looking at Wang Biao who was far away, Ye Feng ignored the horrified and incredulous eyes of the surrounding residents, and turned directly to the old man.

He called out tremblingly.

"Dad!"

The hot tears in the old man's eyes flowed down suddenly: "Are you Xiaofeng?"

The old man is not Ye Feng's biological father, but the adoptive father who raised a group of orphans from childhood to adulthood.

Ye Feng ranked fourth among the group of orphans. Although he was relatively young, he was the first child to leave the old man.

I haven't seen you for a long time, and the deep missing feeling cannot be described in words.

For the orphan Ye Feng, this old man is his father!

This is also the reason why he rejected Lin Xiaoxiao's invitation and went straight to the poorest Haining district.

While talking, in the courtyard, a small head poked out.

It was a girl with a ponytail, her two big eyes kept looking at Ye Feng, as if she hesitated to speak.

"Xiao Wu?" Doubt flashed in Ye Feng's heart, but he still called out.

"It's really Brother Xiaofeng!"

The girl seemed to have confirmed something, and jumped and ran over. A seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl threw herself into Ye Feng's arms.