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An Zimo asked with some concern: "Master Chen, we..."

"Don't go, rice, keep eating, violin, keep playing."

Hearing Chen Feng's calm words, An Zimo was also relieved, she knew that Chen Feng would not do anything he was not sure about.

And the violin next to him was still playing. This was his professional ethics, and he would not withdraw until the guests asked him to leave.

The soothing sound of the violin is still spreading in the restaurant.

When the strong man in the suit heard the movement here, a cold look appeared on his face.

He strode over and stopped right beside Chen Feng.

It probably wasn't a coincidence that they stopped here, because An Zimo is a beautiful woman.

He said in a rough voice: "Prototyping first, then soldiers, you leave now, I will not do anything to you."

"I warn you, this is the Grandmaster of the King of Fighters who has swept through the underground fighting arenas of the Dragon Kingdom. If you offend him, you are doomed to fail in the Dragon Kingdom."

However, Chen Feng and the others did not stop, but continued to cut the steak, put it into the mouth slowly, and enjoyed it.

Seeing this scene, the blue veins on the forehead of the strong man in the suit popped out.

Just when he was about to make a move, Chen Feng spoke.

He said indifferently: "Grandmaster of the King of Fighters? If he wants to eat, he can, but don't disturb my meal."

Although his voice was not loud, there was no other noise in the restaurant except for the soothing sound of the violin.

So everyone in the restaurant heard what he said, and couldn't help casting their gazes over.

"Boy, I don't know which family's ignorant rich second generation you are. If you want to pretend to be aggressive in front of your girlfriend, you chose the wrong person!"

Hearing this, An Zimo's face turned red slightly.

"Grandmaster stomps his feet casually, and the gray forces in the entire Dragon Kingdom will tremble!"

"It doesn't matter what kind of Fortune [-] company you are, or the richest man in Guangdong, you are not qualified to play tricks here!"

After the burly man in the suit taught him a lesson, he stretched out his big hand to grab Chen Feng.

I want to take him out directly.

But in the next second, Chen Feng held a fork and lifted it up seemingly casually, but it stabbed the opponent's palm precisely.

"hiss!"

The other party quickly retracted his hand.

The whole palm, the palm position is the most sensitive to pain, and it feels like being pricked by a needle at this time.

"Brat! Respect shit, don't eat shit!"

The burly man in the suit felt that he was being ignored one after another, and anger rose in his heart.

Unable to control his arm, he brought a gust of wind towards Chen Feng.

This man is also a practicing family.

But Chen Feng's palm was like a knife, and he slashed directly at the opponent's wrist.

In the next moment, the other party felt a strong soreness spread all over his body, and his whole arm was very numb.

"Gu Ju, come back."

The Grandmaster of the King of Fighters shouted in a deep voice, and then walked towards this side step by step.

The soothing and quiet sound of the violin still sounded in the restaurant, but the atmosphere inside didn't seem to match the sound of the violin.

"Zimo, continue eating, don't be affected."

As he said that, Chen Feng poked a piece of meat and put it in his mouth to chew.

He didn't pay attention to the Grandmaster of the King of Fighters at all.

He hates being interrupted while eating.

"Little brother, have you practiced before, who is your teacher, and what rank?"

"Self-taught, no rank."

Chen Feng's current physical strength has surpassed that of the great master, and it is correct to say that he has no rank.

"I don't want to cause trouble in the restaurant either. Let's go out. If you can receive three punches from me, I will leave immediately!"

To his surprise, Chen Feng even said, "If you lose, then apologize and compensate the restaurant for the loss."

"Hmph! No problem, as long as you can beat me."

Immediately, the two walked out, and those who came with the King of Fighters formed a circle outside.

The King of Fighters first loosened the bones of his fist, making crackling noises, then his neck, waist...

Chen Feng said lightly: "Hurry up, the arthritis is coming out."

His words almost made the entourage of the King of Fighters laugh out loud.

The King of Fighters also twitched the corner of his mouth, and his eyes glowed fiercely.

"I'm going to fuck, if you feel like you can't take it anymore, tell me, I don't want to hurt anyone!"

"Well, you will."

Hearing this, the King of Fighters half-closed his eyes.

The right arm was tense, the veins were bulging, and the arm was so thick that it could not be grasped with both hands.

"Dear guest, come on!"

"come on!"

The managers and waiters of the western restaurant came out to support Chen Feng.

An Zimo continued to listen to music and eat inside. She wasn't worried about Chen Feng at all.

"First punch, take the move!"

At this time, the King of Fighters raised his fist and rushed over, every step was heavy.

"Tiger King Fist!"

The moment he shouted, the fist wind became visibly fiercer.

There seemed to be the roar of a tiger in the air.

"Roar!"

The fist hit Chen Feng's head who hadn't moved yet.

When there was only one punch away, Chen Feng had quick eyes and quick hands, raised the tiger's claws, and was directly caught by the King of Fighters' wrists.

No entry at all!

Immediately afterwards, with a flick of his hand, he took the King of Fighters back a few steps, "Come again."

He is the grand master of the King of Fighters, the figure who swept across the underground fighting arena of Dragon Country.

Now here, a young man actually has the upper hand?

If you don't get your face back, how will you gain a foothold in the future?

He gritted his teeth immediately, his whole body tensed up, and his momentum rose.

For this blow, he decided to go all out, regardless of whether Chen Feng would be injured or not.

Chapter 122 Come on, kill me

"Young man, I must admit that you still have some strength.

But then I don't plan to hold back, you can choose to admit defeat now and leave the restaurant.

Otherwise, if I hurt you, I will not be responsible. "

Chen Feng waved his hand, and said lightly: "You're welcome, just try your best, I want to see how far I am from Grandmaster."

"Okay! Then I will fulfill you!"

The King of Fighters walked over step by step, and with each step, the atmosphere on the scene became more tense.

Judging from Chen Feng's actions just now, Gu Ju who was standing outside was not weaker than the King of Fighters.

I was glad that the King of Fighters had stopped him just now, otherwise he would have broken his arms and legs at least.

At this time, the King of Fighters also came to Chen Feng.

He was not in a hurry to attack, but wanted to use his momentum to suppress Chen Feng.

But within five seconds he gave up.

Chen Feng was like a mountain in front of him, making him feel unshakable.

But when things have developed to this point, whoever backs down is a loser.

"Accept!"

With a loud shout, he raised his arms to the top of Chen Feng's head, and then smashed them down like a battle axe.

This time, although Chen Feng's expression was calm, he knew in his heart that this blow should not be taken lightly.

The other party is not a martial soul awakener, and he doesn't know how to use spiritual energy.

He clenched his fists and greeted him with an uppercut.

With a muffled sound, the King of Fighters was repelled, and a streak of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

His eyes were full of shock.

Being able to suppress himself like this proves that the other party is definitely a great master.

A 20-year-old grand master, why have I never heard of it?

But Chen Feng withdrew his fist, frowned, thoughtful.

He could feel that the King of Fighters' attack just now had strong explosive power, but lacked stamina.

It's not normal for this kind of situation to happen to a great master.

"Brother Tianhu!"

"Brother Tianhu! Are you okay!"

A group of followers hurried over.

The King of Fighters stretched out his hand, "I'm fine, this little injury is nothing!"

Then he wiped off the blood, and walked towards Chen Feng with a solemn face.

He came to the front and cupped his fists, "Little brother, we are reckless tonight, sorry!"

"I will pay 1.5 times the price for all outstanding bills in the western restaurant. Are you satisfied?"

Willing to admit defeat.

He is a grand master, if he loses a fight, he loses, and victory or defeat is a common matter in military affairs.

If he didn't even have this mentality, then he wouldn't be a great master.

Chen Feng nodded, and said lightly: "Well, don't bully others in the future."

"Longguo, it's not the Grand Master who has the final say."

'What a calm temper! ' Tianhu was surprised.

Chen Feng continued: "You must have hidden wounds in your body. I didn't use all my strength for the blow just now, so I won't hurt you."

Hearing this, Tianhu couldn't help being stunned.

There are indeed hidden wounds in his body, all of which are accumulated internal injuries from being challenged by many people at the same time in the underground fighting arena all the year round.

Although his strength remained undiminished, his durability became very poor due to the loss of qi.

Often a blow lasts no more than three seconds.

The reason why he retreated within a second after colliding with Chen Feng just now is because Chen Feng is too strong.

"How do you know that I have a secret wound?" Tianhu said in a deep voice.