"The one in the baseball shirt"
Tu Qing looked around and soon locked onto a figure.
When Ye Feng heard the voice, he glanced over and a hint of murderous intent suddenly appeared in his eyes.
Su Le is his brother. This man has crossed his bottom line by hurting Su Le!
"Ye Feng, don't kill anyone!"
Seeing Ye Feng rushing towards the young man in the baseball shirt like a tiger rushing down the mountain, Tu Qing mourned for that guy in her heart, but suddenly something happened in her mind and she shouted to Ye Feng.
She was very worried that this guy might be so angry that he wouldn't hold back on his attack. If someone died, it would be troublesome!
"Which arm did you use to injure Su Le?"
After a few rises and falls, Ye Feng stood in front of the young man in the baseball shirt, looked into his eyes coldly and shouted.
The young man in the baseball jersey felt a little frightened when Ye Feng looked at him, and he opened his mouth to call his companions.
But it didn't matter that he turned his head. Instead, his heart skipped a beat, a layer of white sweat broke out on his back, and his legs began to tremble.
He saw that among his accomplices who had been eyeing him covetously before, there was not a single intact person left except him.
Someone was leaning against a lamp post and spitting blood.
Someone was holding his arms that were hanging down like noodles and screaming
Some people had red transparent blisters all over their faces and bodies, and they kept rolling and scratching on the ground.
There were also people whose flesh was falling off piece by piece like scraps of cloth.
What on earth is going on? Where do these Chinese people come from
For a moment, the young man in the baseball jersey felt dry in his mouth and his brain almost stopped working.
He couldn't understand how this group of Chinese people, who seemed to be full of old, weak and sick women, could be so fierce. After just a confrontation, except for one person who was injured, all the others were seriously injured.
"Since you don't tell me, I'll assume it's two arms!"
At this moment, Ye Feng suddenly snorted coldly and rushed towards him.
The young man in the baseball shirt turned around and wanted to escape, but before his body could react, Ye Feng's hand had already attacked him, cutting down with two slanting palms. With two crisp sounds of "crackling", a piercing pain spread from his arm to his body.
"I still don't feel satisfied after breaking your arms. How about breaking your legs too?"
Before he could scream out in pain, Ye Feng spoke again in a cold voice.
He opened his mouth and was about to beg for mercy when Ye Feng kicked him on the knees.
Snap! Snap!
There were two more crisp sounds, and the young man in the baseball shirt immediately fell to his knees on the ground.
And the moment he knelt on the ground, bright red blood flowed all over the ground along his knees.
"No, even if I break both my legs and feet, I still don't think it's enough! If you hit him on the head, I'll hit you on the head, and then I'll pay you back with interest. Is that okay with you?"
Then, Ye Feng glanced around, raised his toes, hooked a baseball bat from the side and grabbed it in his hand.
"no, do not want"
The young man in the baseball shirt wailed, supported himself on the ground with his elbows, and tried hard to crawl away.
This guy is not a human being at all, but a big devil!
If I get hit by this guy, I'm afraid I'll have to spend the rest of my life in bed, right
The screams of agony continued to echo in the streets, and Ye Feng was walking slowly behind with a baseball bat in his hand, looking murderous.
He was not in a hurry to take action. He wanted to torture this guy with fear and make him feel a thousand times the pain that Su Le felt.
At the same time, the Goryeo people who had been on the streets with excitement, waiting to see a good show and hoping that their own passionate young people would beat up the Chinese who dared to defeat Korean medicine, finally became anxious when they saw that their own passionate young people were being beaten by the Chinese and fled like drowned dogs, crawling on the ground on all fours.
"Stop! Stop now!"
"Chinese, I'm warning you, stop it now, or we'll call the police!"
"Bullying, you are too bullying! Is there anyone who bullies others like you?"
"The Chinese are beating people up, help come quickly!"
One after another, many people threatened Ye Feng in a timid manner, and many people even took out their mobile phones to record the scene of Ye Feng chasing the young man in the baseball shirt with a baseball bat in his hand.
Although Ye Feng couldn't understand the bird language, he could guess what the group of people meant by looking at their expressions.
He could hear the noisy sound, but a sneer appeared on his face and he didn't stop at all.
This group of people is so ridiculous. Just now when this group of people stopped the car and beat people, they were indifferent and looked like they were watching a show.
But now, seeing that their own people can’t win the fight, they start crying and shouting that others are bullying them. How can they be any more shameless
"You don't have a chance in this life. Remember when you reincarnate in the next life, don't mess with the Chinese!"
Ye Feng strode forward and walked coldly to the young man in the baseball shirt. He said something indifferently and then raised the baseball bat high.
boom!
As the words fell, the baseball bat fell heavily with a whistling sound.
With a dull thud of a blunt object hitting a watermelon, the head of the young man in the baseball shirt fell limply to the ground, half of his head was almost deformed, and blood beads flew up from the bottom like raindrops.
He actually did it
This devil!
Blood was flying everywhere, and all the Koreans on both sides of the street were stunned.
None of them had expected that Ye Feng would actually dare to attack the young man in the baseball jersey in front of so many people.
Moreover, once he struck, he was so ruthless that blood splattered three feet away!
This scene gave them goose bumps all over their bodies, and the chill ran up from the soles of their feet to their heads.
"Blood debt must be paid with blood, let's go together and beat him to death!"
"Stop these Chinese people and don't let them run away!"
"Revenge for our compatriots!"
After a brief silence, the Korean people on both sides of the street became angry and strode towards Ye Feng.
As the dark crowd approached, Tu Qing's scalp tingled and she turned around to look at Ye Feng worriedly.
"You guys, do you want to die?"
But Ye Feng seemed not to feel the danger at all. He put his hands in his pockets, raised his head, looked at the group of approaching Koreans, and spoke calmly, word by word.
Every word was like the dull thunder from the sky, making people's heads buzz.
Although these Koreans could not understand Chinese, at this moment they felt that Ye Feng was like a towering demon god who controlled life and death and was extremely cruel.
In an instant, everyone stopped walking and everything became silent, leaving only the groans of the wounded and the strong smell of blood.
Is he a human, a demon, or a god? !
Tu Qing turned around in shock, staring at Ye Feng in a daze, feeling mixed emotions.