Seeing Master Zhu looking at him with a horrified expression, Ye Feng asked with a smile: "Master Zhu, what do you want to say?"
Mr. Zhu forced a smile and opened his still bleeding mouth: "Brother, I should be beaten. My mouth is too dirty. You did a good job."
Half of Mr. Zhu's side was swollen, his mouth was bleeding, and his face was in burning pain. He still forced a smile on his face, but he didn't smile, which made him look particularly weird.
When he said this, the onlookers were surprised. Mr. Zhu is a tyrant in Jiangnan City. He is very cruel, but he is so cruel that he is afraid of death. No matter how cruel a person is, he is also afraid of death.
Lu Qingqing burst into laughter. Looking at the bloody corpse, she felt that it was inappropriate to laugh in such a bloody occasion, so she covered her mouth to prevent herself from laughing.
Ye Feng sneered and said: "Young Master Pig seems to have woken up. The slap I just gave was not in vain. It's a pity that your friends were possessed by evil spirits and started killing each other."
"Brother, your slap woke me up and saved me. You have to tell me your name and address. I will visit you with some gifts during the Mid-Autumn Festival and Spring Festival."
He wanted my name and address, obviously because he wanted to settle the score with me and seek revenge from me. He also said it so grandly that Mr. Pig has a face as thick as a pig and a heart as sinister as a wolf.
Since the other party was so good at acting, Ye Feng also smiled and said: "My name is Ye Feng. I am the owner of this club. I live in a big hotel now. Come and play with me when you have time."
Mr. Zhu kept a stiff smile on his face, revealing a mouth full of empty teeth. Brother Ye Feng gritted his teeth as he spoke a few words, but because there were not many teeth left in his mouth, his voice was unclear.
"It turns out to be Brother Ye Feng. I will definitely visit you. My tooth hurts a little. I'll get it filled first. See you later."
After saying that, Mr. Zhu hurried away, and Ye Feng mocked from a distance: "Mr. Pig, be careful on the road. Don't be blind and crash into a car."
"I'll definitely pay attention."
Seeing that the two people were saying goodbye as if they were good friends, so polite, Lu Qingqing covered her mouth and said with a smile: "Brother Ye, he obviously hates you to the core, but he wants to call you brother and sister. It's so hypocritical."
Mr. Zhu left the badminton hall and took out his keys to drive, but his hands were shaking involuntarily.
The Maserati starts automatically via a button on the key, and he pressed it several times before his Maserati started.
The car door slowly rose, and he sat in the car tremblingly. He took out a pack of cigarettes from the car and took out one from the middle, but he couldn't light it. He was so angry that he threw the whole pack out of the window.
He tried his best to calm himself, saw the road and direction clearly, and stepped on the accelerator.
The Maserati's engine made a thunderous sound, and Mr. Zhu drove out of the parking lot of the badminton hall.
When Mr. Zhu arrived home, he realized that his whole body was covered in cold sweat, as if he was soaked in water. When the wind blew, he shivered from the cold.
Mr. Zhu's father runs a real estate group. One-third of the communities in Jiangnan City were developed by the Zhu Group.
Boss Zhu was wearing sky blue silk pajamas and was sitting leisurely in the living room, drinking tea and chatting with foreign friends through the video system, discussing finding some better investment projects.
"The global market has been in recession recently. Lao Zhu, you should be careful with your commercial real estate investments."
Boss Zhu smiled confidently and said, "Thank you, Mr. Qiu, for your concern. I will see the situation clearly before taking action."
Hearing the door knock, Mr. Zhu walked into the villa hall. Under the light of the crystal chandelier, his face was pale and his bloody lips were purple-black.
Seeing blood on his son's face and body, Boss Zhu became furious: "Zhu Yang, what's wrong with you? Were you beaten, or were you robbed?"
With a plop, Mr. Zhu immediately knelt at his father's feet, like a child who was bullied outside, hugging his father's legs and crying.
He burst into tears: "Dad, Ayong and the others are all dead and killed. My teeth were smashed. I almost, almost never saw you again."
Knowing that his son was usually idle and would cause trouble everywhere, Zhu's father was extremely dissatisfied, but now that he saw his son kneeling down and crying, his sympathy exceeded his anger.
He asked doubtfully: "Ayong, those friends of yours died? When did it happen?"
"Well, they were all dead, just now."
Boss Zhu immediately stood up from the sofa. He had seen A Yong and those guys. Although they didn’t know much about kung fu, they often exercised and practiced boxing. They were strong and strong. Even ordinary people could use knives. Nor is it their opponent. "
"How did they die?"
Mr. Zhu cried louder: "They killed each other themselves."
Seeing his son's mouth covered in blood and missing his front teeth, like an old lady without teeth, Boss Zhu was in pain and angry: "Killing each other? How is that possible? You guys are rebelling?"
"No, Dad, I was beaten. They took a knife to fight with that person..."
Mr. Zhu told his father exactly what happened. Boss Zhu frowned when he heard it. He immediately knew that Ye Feng was responsible.
He said bitterly: "You kid, I told you not to be so arrogant and to be restrained in everything, but you never listened to me. That kid named Ye Feng must have used some special method to get your friend stabbed." , I suspect this guy is a master of ancient martial arts."
Hearing his father say that Ye Feng might be a master of ancient martial arts, Mr. Zhu looked horrified: "Dad thinks exactly the same as me. Dad is wise and well-informed."
After being praised by his son, Boss Zhu's face relaxed a lot. He sighed softly: "Yangyang, I will help you handle this matter. I will not let the boy named Ye Feng go. You go to Dr. Zhang to treat the injury. Remember. Okay, you must behave in a low-key manner from now on and don’t cause trouble for me again.”
Hearing his father say that he wanted to help him, Mr. Zhu looked proud. Ever since he was a child, no matter what trouble he caused, as long as his father took action, nothing would be settled.
There was a hint of evil in his eyes, Ye Feng, you are dead this time.
He quickly pretended to be pitiful again: "Thank you, Dad, I am the best to me in this world."
Boss Zhu sighed softly: "Your mother passed away early. I am only a son like you. If I am not good to you, I will be good to whom. You bastard, when will you realize your father's painstaking efforts?"
"Hehe, I knew dad dotes on me the most..."
Boss Zhu called a distant relative of his: "Third brother, I need your help with something."
The third brother's name is Zhu Sanpao. He is an ancient warrior and the leader of the Jiangnan branch of the Taiyi Sect. He has contributed a lot to the development of Jiangnan City for Boss Zhu.
As his name suggests, Zhu Sanpao looks like a cannon. He is tall, fat and tall, with a big beard on his face.