"Tsk tsk... I am a person who is used to being a big brother, and he speaks with a tough word!"

Yang Feng shook his head helplessly, and suddenly waved his hand and heard a crisp sound. Master Qiu's huge body was beaten backwards and flew out of the sofa and fell heavily to the ground. The cheek on his left quickly swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After seeing this scene, the stick next to him widened his eyes in disbelief.

They are all traitors, so they are naturally clear about the things like beating people.

Although watching TV often involves punching or kicking people away for several meters, it is mostly just artistic processing.

Anyone who knows a little bit of physics knows that the effects of forces are mutual. Mr. Qiu is burly, with a body full of tendons and a weight of about 90 kilograms. If you want to knock such a heavy person away, you naturally have to exert the same force as his weight.

Now the problem is coming. He just saw clearly that the other party could beat Master Qiu, who was more than 180 pounds, to fight back with just a slap in the face. This seriously violated his understanding of power.

Not only was the stick stunned, but even the cold-faced gangster whose wrist was cut was scared to death. Is this guy the legendary martial arts master?

Ignoring the two gangsters who were already stunned, Yang Feng glanced at Stick slowly. With this glance, Stick was so scared that he quickly put the switchblade in his hand on the ground and raised his hands to show that it was harmless.

Turning his head, Yang Feng asked with a smile, "Master Qiu, can we have a good talk this time?"

Mr. Qiu struggled to get up and spit on the ground. The spit was not tight, and several teeth also spit out.

He gasped and said in a deep voice: "This time I admit it. I didn't let my tricks go straight and took your goods. All your goods are in the box. You can take it away. From now on, we will not miss the well water. Is this OK?"

"Oh... Is this over?"

Yang Feng's expression seemed to be a smile, and a sarcastic expression appeared in his eyes.

"Then what else do you want?" Mr. Qiu seemed to feel humiliated and suddenly shouted: "I have returned the goods to you. Could it be that you still want to kill them all?"

"Bang!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a crisp applause sounded again. Master Qiu was slapped on the right side of the face, and he fell to the ground and a dog chewing mud.

"According to what you said, should I give up my past grudges with you now and put on a table of wine and food to apologize to Mr. Qiu?"

Yang Feng looked at him coldly, and the person he hated the most was such a person.

There is a kind of person in this world who does all evil things on weekdays and likes to build his happiness on other people's pain. But once he finds that he has been provoked by a tough guy, he will immediately pretend to be pitiful and innocent, pretending to be generous and expressing that the matter between both parties is eliminated. If the other party is unwilling to do so, he is unrighteous and heartless.

But he didn't think about it, who are you? Have you let others go? If not, why should I let you go now?

Mr. Qiu saw an unconcealed murderous intent in Yang Feng's eyes. He felt a sudden slap in his heart, realizing that he might be about to fall here tonight.

Driven by the desire to survive, Master Qiu no longer cared about the airs of the boss of Huaidong County and quickly said, "This boss, I was wrong this time. I accept the punishment. Not only will I give you this batch of goods, but I am also willing to compensate you for your losses. I am willing to compensate you for 500,000."

"Five hundred thousand?"

Yang Feng smiled strangely: "Is it 500,000 for everyone or 500,000 for all?"

“I&…%￥#”

Master Qiu cursed in his heart, but now his life is hanging in the hands of others. He has no capital to explode the thorns at all. He can only grit his teeth and say, "Each person has 500,000, a total of 5.5 million, I will give it to you!"

"Where is the money?"

Yang Feng stretched out his hand, grabbed his neck and lifted him up, and looked at it: "Don't tell me, your money is left in the bank?"

Mr. Qiu only felt that his neck was clamped by a pair of iron clamps, and he was almost breathless. He kicked the ground with his feet desperately, "No...no, money... money is in the safe behind, I will take you in and take it out immediately. No... stick, you go in and take out the money immediately!"

Yang Feng shook his head: "No need, you all come in with me!"

"well……"

Soon, the stick. The cold-faced man with a broken wrist was in front, and Yang Feng carried Master Qiu from behind and entered a small door behind.

This is a small room of only more than ten square meters, and there is nothing extra except a huge safe.

Well, that's not right. There is still a corpse in this room now. This corpse is naturally Li Laili, who had just been killed by a stick and a cold-faced man.

Yang Feng glanced at the corpse and safe on the ground. Unexpectedly, Mr. Qiu, are you very familiar with killing and setting fire?

"I...I..."

Mr. Qiu felt a bitter mouth, and he didn't know what to say for a moment. He just said that he wanted to kill him, but now there was a corpse lying in his room, but he still sent someone to kill him.

Fortunately, Yang Feng didn't say much, and waved his hand: "Okay, open the safe."

Mr. Qiu quickly said, "Yes...stick, open the safe quickly."

In this way, in front of Yang Feng, the stick quickly opened the door of the safe. Yang Feng glanced at the safe, "No, you are honest, now you can leave with confidence."

As soon as he finished speaking, his body moved, and only a few dull sounds were heard. Mr. Qiu, the stick and the cold-faced man in the room lay on the ground.

After being baptized by space-time energy for so many years, Yang Feng's body has long been different from the past. Whether it is speed, strength or strength, it can be called a non-human existence. In addition, he has asked the masters in the army a lot in recent years.

To be honest, if you use the skill of killing people, even if you eliminate his inhuman power, there will not be many people who can beat him.

Half an hour later, the bodies of the four men, Mr. Qiu, Stick, the cold-faced man and Li Laili, had already mixed with the bodies of tens of thousands of bandits outside Mengjin City in the Ming Dynasty.

Yang Feng, who had long been familiar with this kind of destruction of corpses and traces, returned to modern time and space. However, this time he had a large bucket of gasoline in his hand. After splashing it in the room, Yang Feng quietly left here.
Chapter completed!