Hearing Ye Feng say he wanted to fight, Lao Li was so scared that he almost cried out, and asked nervously: "Handsome guy, who are you and what do you want to do here?"
"You don't need to ask me what I want to do. Just have a good sleep."
Ye Feng lightly touched the middle-aged man Lao Li on the head, and Lao Li fluttered his eyelids and fell into a deep sleep.
A young man in a blue suit came out, with shiny hair and a mustache. He looked a bit like Dong Yu and must be Dong Yu's relative.
The man with the mustache walked towards Audi with a puzzled look on his face: "Lao Li, why are you back again?"
Ye Feng opened the car door and got out with a smile on his face: "I am the designated driver. Mr. Li is drunk and gave me this address to take me back. Is this the Dong Family Villa?"
The mustache on his face was displeased: "This old Li, he went back to his own home after drinking too much, why did he send someone to my house? Boy, this is the Dong family's villa, there is nothing for you to do here, go back."
Ye Feng had no intention of leaving. He looked at the Dong family's villa, the waterside pavilion, the four-story villa, which was quite grand. It would cost at least 20 million to build such a courtyard in a prosperous area of the city.
Seeing that Ye Feng didn't leave, the man with the mustache seemed to understand something and thought that Ye Feng was waiting for money. He asked reluctantly, "How much is the designated driver? I'll pay for him."
Ye Feng smiled faintly and stretched out a finger.
The man with a mustache frowned, took out a hundred yuan from his wallet and handed it over.
The man with the mustache kept complaining, "It's so expensive. It only costs ten yuan to take a taxi from Xiangyu Hotel to here. What driver's company are you from?"
Ye Feng did not take the hundred yuan. He raised his finger and shook his head, indicating that the price was wrong.
The man with the mustache smiled and said, "Ten yuan is right. It's a fair price."
Ye Feng sneered and said, "Ten dollars, are you giving away to a beggar?"
The man with the mustache suddenly looked gloomy: "Boy, you are so arrogant, you don't want a thousand dollars, do you?"
Ye Feng sneered: "It's not one thousand yuan, it's one hundred million."
The man with the mustache almost choked on his own saliva: "One hundred million, are you crazy?"
"I spent 100 million to buy your lives. It's really worth it. Money has a price, but dog lives are priceless."
The man with the mustache was so angry that his face turned blue: "Boy, you are definitely not a designated driver. You are here to die. You actually ran to our Dong family's villa to cause trouble. You are dead. I, Dong Ping, will not let you leave today..."
Boom! Ye Feng punched Dong Ping, who had a moustache, and hit him like a kite with a broken string. He first flew into the air, then flew out diagonally, and hit the rear window of the Audi car heavily, smashing the glass into pieces.
The man with a mustache was sticking his head inside the car and his feet were sticking outside the car, and he didn't move for a long time.
Ye Feng said disdainfully: "How bad, he can't even handle a single attack from the Heavenly Net."
Bazihu's face is so disgusting that I won't feel relieved unless I punch him.
The man with the mustache was at best a master of the Earth level, not even worthy of Ye Feng's use of the Four King's Strikes. Even a Tianluo Fist, which contained the divine power of the ancient gods' bloodline and had tremendous power, was enough for him to withstand.
The sound of car glass being smashed was particularly harsh on the quiet winter night, and several people walked into the yard upon hearing the sound.
What caught Ye Feng's attention the most were three middle-aged men with similar facial shapes. They looked like brothers. He could sense strong internal strength from them, and it seemed that they were at least at the early stage of the Heavenly Level.
When they saw Ye Feng, they were confused at first, but then they saw Dong Ping lying in the Audi and were stunned.
"What's going on, is that Ah Ping?"
"Who is so bold as to knock Ah Ping down?"
"Boy, who are you? Did you hurt Ah Ping?"
A scream came from a distance, the most piercing: "It's Ye Feng, Ye Feng is here. Dad, second uncle, third uncle, he is Ye Feng."
Looking in the direction of the scream, Dong Yu was sitting in a wheelchair. He looked like he had seen a ghost, his hair standing up in fear. While screaming, he anxiously turned his wheelchair and fled into the house.
Ye Feng smiled: "Old friends meet each other, but you don't even say hello. Why are you running away? Don't you miss me very much?"
Three middle-aged men blocked Ye Feng, their expressions were different, but they were all very shocked.
In their minds, the person who could break Dong Yu's legs and kill the head of the family Dong Di Che must be a master at the innate realm. He would either have a head full of white hair or be very old. They didn't expect that he was a young man of the same age as Dong Yu.
Among the three, the tall man on the left is Dong Yu’s father, Dong Zhongzhi. Since the head of the family, Dong Diche, was killed, he has temporarily taken on the role of head of the family. His eyes are full of bloodshot.
Dong Zhongzhi said angrily: "Boy, you broke my son's legs. I was just looking for you, but I didn't expect you to come to my door."
The shorter one in the middle is called Dong Zhongbiao, and he is also Dong Yu's uncle. He looked contemptuous and said, "Brother, I don't feel how strong his internal strength is. Did A Yu get fooled by him? I don't think this guy could have broken A Yu's legs and killed the patriarch."
The guy on the right with a big belly and waist is Dong Yu's third uncle Dong Zhongxing. He also agreed: "I also think that this kid doesn't have such great ability. Someone else killed my father. This kid hasn't even grown all his hair yet, so it's impossible for him to have such high skills."
Dong Yu experienced Ye Feng's cruelty firsthand. He shouted, "Dad, Second Uncle, Third Uncle, it was him, no one else, he was the one who broke my legs."
Third uncle Dong Zhongxing sneered: "Yu'er, Third uncle will help you get revenge today."
Dong Zhongxing was good at flying kicks. He could leap into the air and in the blink of an eye, his legs were as fast as a phantom. He kicked seventeen times in a row. The force of each kick was enough to break stones and create strong winds.
If this kick hits an ordinary person, he will at least break bones if not die.
There was a glimmer of pleasure of revenge in Dong Yu's eyes, but there was also worry and fear hidden in his eyes. His great-grandfather Dong Di Che was defeated by Ye Feng, so could his third uncle beat him
Dong Zhongbiao and Dong Zhongzhi watched the fight from the side and let the third brother go first, just to throw stones to test the waters, so as to find out the boy's ways. Even if the third brother really couldn't beat him, it would be much more convenient for them to take action later.
Surprisingly, the situation did not develop as they imagined.
Ye Feng threw a punch in the air, another Tianluo fist. The punch was ordinary, not as delicate as the Dong family boxing, nor as powerful as the Dong family leg.
A punch hit Dong Zhongxing's ankle and a crisp sound of fracture was heard. Dong Zhongxing was like a thrown stone, hitting the back cover of the Audi car heavily, and the entire back cover was deflated.
The third brother, Dong Zhongxing, screamed miserably, covering his broken ankle. He trembled in pain and soon fainted. His ankle was a bloody mess, with the eerie white bones piercing through his flesh and sticking out.
Dong Zhongbiao and Dong Zhongzhi looked at each other with horror in their eyes. Only then did they confirm that it was Ye Feng who broke Dong Yu's leg.
I'm really sorry, I forgot to update yesterday, I'll make up for it today.
(End of this chapter)