The close-knit mad soldier of the beautiful president

The force of this second slap was obviously much stronger than before.

Zhao Longchen's body flew out a distance of five or six meters, and then hit the white wall.

The framed paintings on the wall were smashed to pieces.

And Zhao Longchen's teeth all fell off, lying on the ground vomiting blood.

Everyone around couldn't believe their eyes. They looked at Ye Feng in front of them as if they had seen a ghost. It seemed that they had never seen such a cruel person since they were young!

After the beating, Ye Feng turned around and grabbed Ye Lin's hand again, looked around, and didn't have any intention of leaving.

He actually just like that, sitting on the leather sofa again.

Then Ye Feng raised his legs and put his feet on the table in front of him.

"Since the trouble caused by my son can't be resolved by himself, then let his father come to see me!"

The meaning of Ye Feng's words is obvious. He didn't come here to pay back the money at all, but to find trouble and take revenge.

Since your son Zhao Longchen made a mistake, it is of course your father's responsibility. Although he doesn't know who is behind the Zhao Group, Ye Feng doesn't bother to ask.

No matter who it is, as long as you offend Ye Feng, you will have to pay the price!

Seeing the stalemate, the secretary at the front desk made a call silently.

"Master, the young master was knocked out in the company, the Mr. who beat someone, let you come here..."

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A villa area in Beihai City.

An old man with white hair and a Tang suit was slowly drinking tea.

Although he is relatively old, there is an indelible heroism between his brows, and his spiritual vitality is like that of a 20-year-old young man!
"Hey, Master Wang, your tea is really good. After drinking it for a week, it cured my old problems!" The old man in Tang suit said with a smile as he looked at a man in black exercise suit sitting in front of him.

"It's okay, you usually drink more, it's good for your health." The man nodded and said indifferently.

The old man in Tang suit was not talking, but picked up his teacup and was about to savor it slowly when the phone beside the table suddenly rang.

The old man frowned and connected the phone.

As soon as the phone was connected, the voice of the company secretary came from the other side.

"Master, the young master was knocked out in the company, the Mr. who beat someone, let you come here..."

"presumptuous!"

The old man in Tang suit had a peaceful face, but after hearing the secretary's eager tone, he suddenly became angry and threw the teacup in his hand heavily on the table.

Hang up.

There was a falcon-like look in the old man's eyes, and his expression was a little gloomy.

"I have been in Beihai City for many years, and no one has dared to touch my son, Zhao Wenchang!"

"Did Long Chen get beaten?" The man in the exercise uniform looked much calmer. He also heard the voice on the phone just now, but he still asked a question.

"I'm going to have a look."

Zhao Wenchang narrowed his eyes and nodded.

"I'll go with you!" The man in the exercise suit stood up and said.

The Zhao Group in Beihai City, in the building.

Ye Feng sat on the sofa bored and lit a cigarette casually.

"I said, is Zhao Longchen's father coming or not?"

"Master will be there soon." A secretary replied beside him.

"Waiting for 5 minutes. If he still doesn't come, I will break Zhao Longchen's arm every minute."

Ye Feng exhaled a mouthful of smoke rings, and said lightly.

At this time, Ye Longchen, who was dizzy from the slap before, also woke up. This time, he was a lot more honest. He just sat quietly on the sofa beside him, his face was red and swollen, but his eyes still had a strong venomous light.

At this moment, a security guard ran in from the door in a panic, and said out of breath, "Master...Master is here!"

In an instant, all the people in the company stood aside in an orderly manner, as if they were welcoming a great person.

The glass door of the company was pushed open, and Zhao Wenchang was wearing a Tang suit, followed by a man in black wearing an exercise uniform.

As soon as he entered the hall, he immediately noticed Ye Feng sitting there smoking a cigarette, and then quickly shifted his gaze to Zhao Longchen.

"Dad..." Zhao Longchen stood up as if he had found a life-saving straw when he was in extreme despair, and quickly ran behind Zhao Wenchang, then he pointed angrily at Ye Feng who was not far away.

"Uncle Wang, you're here too. It's that guy who slapped me twice before!"

After Zhao Longchen finished speaking, Zhao Wenchang's face immediately became gloomy. He only looked straight at Ye Feng in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "Why did you beat my son?"

"You, a father, didn't teach your son well. I taught you a little bit for you, but you're blaming me instead?"

With a smile on Ye Feng's face, he still sat casually, without even moving his body at all.

The two faced each other for a few seconds.

Then, Zhao Wenchang laughed back in anger: "Good! Good! Good!"

After saying three good words in a row, Zhao Wenchang clenched his fists tightly: "Then today, since you don't know how to measure, then I will teach you how to be a human being!"

"Let you know that there are some people in Beihai City who cannot be messed with!"

As soon as the old man finished speaking, Uncle Wang, who was wearing a black exercise suit behind him, immediately stood in front of him, and then looked directly at Ye Feng in front of him with calm eyes.

"Young man, you seem to be capable, but you shouldn't provoke the Zhao family." Uncle Wang said speculatively.

"Shouldn't you provoke someone from the Zhao family?" Ye Feng smiled disapprovingly, and then looked contemptuously at Uncle Wang in front of him: "If you are the only thug in the Zhao family, then I will provoke you!"

"Insanity!"

Uncle Wang shook his head, and suddenly took a step.

This is a martial arts master!
Ye Feng's eyes narrowed suddenly, and then he also took a step to meet Uncle Wang who was rushing over.

At this time, the smile on Zhao Wenchang's face was extremely strong.

Among the people present, he was the only one who knew the origin of this Uncle Wang. He was a top expert from a Northwest martial arts family. Although martial arts has declined in today's society, some rich and powerful families still like to recruit some martial arts masters to serve as their bodyguards.

After all, a martial arts master like Uncle Wang exists, and even a dozen or so elite bodyguards are no match for him.

Just when Zhao Wenchang thought that the outcome was about to be decided, Ye Feng and the figure of Uncle Wang broke up.

The next moment, Uncle Wang let out a muffled snort, and his 1.7-meter-long body couldn't stand upright. He retreated a lot, but he still couldn't stabilize, and finally fell backwards...

Crack clap!

The sound of vases, tables and chairs breaking could be heard, and Uncle Wang rolled on the ground a few times in embarrassment before standing up with difficulty.

"Old Wang...you..." Zhao Wenchang was about to say something when he saw that Uncle Wang, who was usually extremely respected, bowed directly to the young Ye Feng in front of him.

"Northwest Wang Quan, I didn't know that the martial arts master was here, so I hope you will forgive me!"