Ye Qingxuan's heart sank again, and the image of a female president trained in the company could not be maintained at all. Her legs trembled slightly and she could barely stand still.
The reason for her fear was the group of men in front of them. They didn't show any ferocious expressions, let alone yin, some were just indifferent. They were reported to be red turbans, they were murderers.
"Miss Ai, Long Shu asked those people to rape Yin Ye Qingxuan, why did you stop it?"
A man over half a hundred years old took a step forward, holding a quaint long knife in his hand, with a disdainful sneer on his face, as if he looked down on Ai Rongrong's way of protecting the enemy Qizi.
Ai Rongrong said coldly: "Since you know my surname Ai, you should make it clear that in Su's family, no one can question me except the owner of the family, Uncle Long, and no one can order me and stop me!"
The man's face was stunned, and an angry face emerged. He pressed his anger and said, "If it weren't for the sake of cooperating with the Su family, the old man would have killed you on the spot. Forget it, don't care about you as a little woman, go behind you. , Zhang Feng is here, we will kill him!"
Ai Rongrong didn't say much, holding Ye Qingxuan's hand, under the gloomy gaze of the group of people, walked behind the innermost row of gasoline drums in the warehouse.
"Thanks... Thank you." Ye Qingxuan said in a low voice.
Ai Rongrong shook her head and sighed, "I am a killer cultivated by the Su family since childhood. I am an enemy of your husband. I help you because of your kindness. After Zhang Feng is dead, you will find a man to marry again, don't Look for Zhang Feng, his enemies are too many."
Ye Qingxuan didn't say any more, and she didn't want to talk to Ai Rongrong more, sitting on the ground leaning against the wall, a worried look appeared on her face.
"Zhang Feng, you will never die, I believe you!"
Fists clenched tightly, shouting in my heart.
…
At this time, a business car rushed into the Yulin Fertilizer Factory like a crazy bison. The factory closed down a long time ago. The abandoned factory area was in depression. The car parked in the middle of the factory area, and a figure rushed out and stood there. The front of the car.
With his eyes as cold as a falcon, he scanned the surroundings, and finally locked the open warehouse.
"What a great place to ambush!"
Zhang Feng secretly ridiculed, as his killer for many years
Throughout his career, one can see at a glance how many places can ambush manpower in this abandoned fertilizer plant.
In that warehouse, the walls are made of reinforced concrete, and there are windows about three meters above the ground. As long as the door is blocked, no one will want to go out.
This is dead!
"Zhang Feng, your wife is here, hehehe!"
A man in ordinary clothes walked out of the warehouse, hooked Zhang Feng, smiled a few times, and returned to the warehouse.
The fertilizer factory was shrouded in night, Xia Xuanyue did not illuminate the factory area, and the warehouse gate was even more pitch black, like the big mouth of a demon, ready to swallow the living.
"It doesn't matter whether you die or the Jedi, today, I will make a break!"
Zhang Feng condensed his brutal murderous aura, his face was expressionless, and he took a big step forward, like a gladiator walking into the Colosseum. Either you die or I die.
After entering the warehouse, Zhang Feng stopped and allowed his eyes to adapt to the dark environment. The faint smell of gasoline, although it smelled good, added a bit of horror to the air.
With a soft click, there was a light coming from the left, Zhang Feng turned to look, and the warehouse was filled with huge oil drums, layered on top of each other, one large warehouse, not to mention as many as two to three hundred. Only one aisle was left, leading to the depths of the warehouse.
Under the dim light twenty or thirty meters away, there were seven or eight men holding machetes and clubs standing, each with a fierce and evil smile, and Zhang Feng's eyes once again poured coldness.
Ye Qingxuan is fine. If she suffers a little bit of harm, none of these people will want to live!
Taking a deep breath of the anger in his heart under the air pressure, Zhang Feng walked over step by step, slowly appearing in the dim light.
"Zhang Feng, the taste of your wife, good, hahaha..."
Under the only light that was on, a sturdy middle-aged man over half a hundred years old was sitting on a chair with a quaint big knife on his leg and rubbing his hands on it. He saw Zhang Feng. There was a smirk.
On both sides are dozens of seemingly ordinary but sullen-faced men, and they all have weapons such as long knives and short sticks in their hands.
"Ye Qingxuan, where is it?"
Zhang Feng's face was like an ice sculpture, and his voice seemed to come from Jiuyou Hell.
Just a word, let the man on the chair under the lamp, and his
His dozen men showed a jealous expression.
It's cold!
"That woman has been fucked to death by us!"
The man under the lamp stood up, holding a knife in his right hand, and rubbing his left thumb on his nose, Yin smiled cruelly on his face.
Zhang Feng remained unmoved and asked, "Who are you?"
"Me?" The man laughed rampantly, "Lao Tzu is a disciple of the Gossip Swordsman, nicknamed Iron Sword Kaibei, Da Ming, Cui Yi!"
Zhang Feng nodded, raised his right arm, and pointed at the opposite man one by one, and said indifferently: "My subordinates will not kill nameless ghosts, please sign up."
The anger burned to the extreme, but it seemed unusually calm.
There was a roar and cursing, and a dozen people were about to rush to the posture, but Cui Yi waved his hand to stop him, and he laughed like Ye Xiao.
"Zhang Feng, I want you to die and understand, these brothers were all met by Cui Yi from the rivers and lakes, and they have unique skills in each body. You can die in our hands, it is considered to give you face!" Cui Yi buzzed Roared.
Zhang Feng glanced around, and saw that the gangsters were all posing as masters, and said: "I will ask you again, where is Ye Qingxuan, tell me, leave you all dead!"
As soon as the voice fell, an exclamation came from the right hand side: "Zhang Feng, I am here!"
Zhang Feng turned his head to look and saw Ye Qingxuan rushed out from the side of a row of gasoline cans, and then Ai Rongrong held her neck from behind, with a sharp dagger across her neck.
Ai Rongrong glanced at Zhang Feng, her eyes indifferent, she owed the slightest tenderness, she put her arms around Ye Qingxuan, and retreated back to the gasoline tank.
Seeing this scene, the anger in Zhang Feng's chest dissipated a lot, and his wife was not humiliated, which was a blessing in misfortune.
"Okay, now you can come and die!"
Zhang Feng said indifferently, pressing his big hand on his waist, he pulled out the software from his belt, his hand shook, the dagger stretched straight, and the light was dazzling cold.
"Brothers, this kid is crazy, let's go together, kill him sooner, let's get Ye Qingxuan here, and be happy!"
Cui Yi grinned, his ugly face made people hate it when he looked at it, and it was even more hateful at this time.
A dozen people, waving swords, axes, and clubs, slowly gathered towards Zhang Feng.
The atmosphere became extremely depressing...
(End of this chapter)