The close-knit mad soldier of the beautiful president

On the asphalt road in the outskirts of Jiangzhou, vehicles and pedestrians continued to break the tranquility of the past.

On the way to Ye's house, Ye Feng looked at the pedestrians and vehicles boredly, looking for Li Daoru's figure, beside him was the repeated nagging voice of Kuer.

Of course, he wasn't nagging Ye Feng, but he found a better confidant...a taxi driver!

Because the few of them didn't have a car, and the Ye Family Manor was too far away, they could only take a taxi. Behind them, the three of Luke were sitting in another taxi.

"Young man, are you also warriors?"

The taxi driver, who has always been boring and talkative, is obviously more eager to chat than Kool.

"Brother, are you also going to participate in the Ye family's martial arts contest to recruit relatives?"

Kuer's eyes lit up, as if he had decided that the man in front of him was also a martial artist, and with the same purpose as them, he went to Ye's house to participate in the martial arts competition.

"No, no, no, I don't have the energy to fight with you young lads. It's just that there are a lot of people going to the suburbs in the past two days, and I've heard a lot from customers, so I know."

"I also heard from two of the customers that the Ye family has invited the number one master in China this time, and I don't know who it is. So what." The other party continued.

"By the way!" After a while, the driver suddenly turned his head, his eyes shining brightly: "I heard that the Ye family recruited a bride this time, she is a beautiful girl, do you think it is possible for a man with masculine charm like me to be seen?" superior?"

Ye Feng glanced at the opponent's Mediterranean style.

Ah!This masculine charm is really obvious.

"Hey! It's about to crash." Ye Feng reminded very calmly.

"Damn it!" Turning his head to the driver, narrowly avoiding another taxi in front, he yelled, "You MMP, can you drive! You're still driving so slowly on the highway."

Cursing on the street is all about being the first to win. In this regard, the master in Ye Feng's car obviously did a good job. After the sentence was over, the driver in another taxi started to swear back, but he was already at a disadvantage.

"What does MMP mean? Is there a word for it?"

Kuer asked for advice seriously and learned.

"You went to participate in our Huaxia family's recruitment, won't your dad beat you up if he finds out?" Ye Feng ignored the other party's question directly.

"Although I should be able to beat everyone, but when I hit the last one, I will lose on purpose. Besides, my father won't know, he doesn't even know that I have come to China."

"Hehe! You have perfectly inherited your father's self-confidence."

Ye Feng suddenly remembered that when Kellerman met him for the first time, he was also so confident that he wanted to fight him one-on-one, and threatened to let Ye Feng have one hand, but Ye Feng put him down in minutes .

Thinking of this, Ye Feng couldn't help laughing, but within two seconds, he suddenly stopped...

"Wait, did you sneak out?"

"That's right! I sneaked out while my father was going to discuss business. Huaxia is my first stop. Next, I plan to go to the Western world."

Kuer was in high spirits, but Ye Feng suddenly felt sympathetic to Luke and the three who followed them.

Originally, Ye Feng thought that this was a well-protected trip agreed by Kool through Kellerman, but now it seems that this is not the case at all.

It is estimated that these three guys were also ordered in the face of danger, and were abducted by Kuer. If Kuer could not be brought back safely, the three of them probably would not have the rest of their lives.

Kellerman is just such a son, who cares more about his own life than his own. Ye Feng can even imagine that during this period of time, Kellerman has been looking for people all over the world, but he doesn't dare to be too anxious.

After all, Kellerman has made too many enemies. If people know that his son is not in Russia now, I don’t know how many people will be happy to help Kellerman find his only son and send him back a head.

"Kuer, I think you should have a good understanding of your current dangerous situation and be considerate of your father's difficulties."

For the friendship with Kellerman, Ye Feng felt that it was necessary for Kool to understand his situation.

He didn't want Kellerman to go crazy because of the sudden death of his son, who still owed him a bottle of good wine.

"Hey, no! Dude, I just couldn't stand Kellerman nagging me all day, and now you're playing my father."

Kuer was very unhappy with Ye Feng's teaching, muttering sullenly in his heart: I thought you were an interesting person, but I didn't expect you to be a long-winded guy.

"Your father is probably looking for you all over the world right now! If his enemies find you, they might torture you into something."

"Come on! It's fine if he doesn't go to a woman."

Kuhl spread his hands. In his impression, Kellerman had always been an old pervert who lingered among women. Even the death of his mother did not stop Kellerman from going out and drinking.

"But he's your only son."

"Okay! Okay! Can we stop talking about this? After this martial arts competition is over, I have met the number one master in China, so I will go back immediately."

Kuer didn't want to continue discussing this matter with Ye Feng, so after a few perfunctory sentences, he continued to chat with the driver.

Ye Feng didn't care whether what Kuer said was true or false, he had already made up his mind to send Kuer back in person after the matter here was over.

By the way, get back the bottle of wine that Kellerman owes himself.

Half an hour later, the taxi finally arrived at the destination of the trip. It was a vast manor. Looking inward from the gate, the line of sight was not enough to cover it all.

"Oh! This place is actually not as big as my house."

As soon as Kuer got out of the car, he complained about this vast manor in Ye Feng's eyes.

As the godfather of the Russian mafia, Kellerman possessed assets that even he, the emperor of the dark world of the West, could not match, let alone a small Ye family.

"Cough! Let's go!"

With a light cough, Ye Feng took the lead and walked towards the imposing gate. There, there were several bodyguards in black suits, led by an old man, welcoming the visitors. At the same time, they seemed to be checking what.

"What the hell are you talking about? Didn't you say that the Ye family recruited the world's martial arts elites, why are they not allowed in now?"

"Sir, this banquet is only for guests with invitation letters. Without an invitation letter, no one is allowed to enter."

From a distance, Ye Feng heard the voice of a big man arguing with the old man at the door.