Before Wang Yandong could see what the dark shadow was, he was slammed into the air by a violent blow, hit the door frame, and bounced to the ground.
His ribs hurt as if they were broken, and he babbled a few times and couldn't get up at all.
Zhang Feng stood in front of him and said to Siqing: "This kick is too light. You should kick him off three ribs. Next, we will save a lot of things."
"Yes, I will pay attention later!"
Siqing respectfully responded.
Zhang Feng looked down on Wang Yandong and said coldly: "Hand over the "Picture of Hundred Birds in the Phoenix" to avoid suffering!"
Wang Yandong was shocked, but he gritted his teeth and refused to speak.
The real work of Tang Bohu was auctioned off. It was less to say that he started with a hundred million yuan. This was money he couldn't make in a few lifetimes, so how could it be easily handed over.
"Go and close the door!"
Zhang Feng said with a sneer from the corner of his mouth.
Siqing immediately went to the door, looked upstairs and downstairs, and then closed the door.
There are relatively few residents in the complex of duplex buildings, and the possibility of being discovered is also lower.
"Find tape and seal his mouth."
Zhang Feng said lightly.
Siqing wore gloves and rummaged in the room, and soon found tape.
Wang Yandong panicked, and was about to yell, Zhang Feng kicked his face and muffled all his shouts.
Siqing stepped forward to press Wang Yandong's chest with his knees, and roughly sealed his mouth with duct tape, and then tied Wang Yandong with duct tape.
"Now, we can speak well."
Zhang Feng walked into the study, sat down in a chair, and said indifferently: "Wang Yandong, I will give you three opportunities in total. Every time you refuse to answer my question or keep silent, I will punish you accordingly. After three times, You will regret coming to this world."
"have you understood?"
The voice rose slightly, and his tone was full of cold murderous intent.
This is at home. If Zhang Feng is not so easy to speak in abroad, he will use violence to make the other party regret the act of snatching.
Wang Yandong fell to the ground, his eyes drifting around, obviously he was lucky.
Zhang Feng hummed faintly, and asked, "Where is "A Hundred Birds in the Phoenix"
Wang Yandong blinked and whimpered twice.
Siqing immediately stepped forward and tore the tape from his mouth.
The sore spot of the beard being ripped off made Wang Yandong groan for a long time, but he just didn’t say
words.
Zhang Feng said indifferently: "It seems that you have a choice, nostalgia!"
"Yes!"
Siqing raised his leg and stepped on Wang Yandong's face. The slender high heels almost got into the flesh.
Wang Yandong wanted to scream in pain, but he opened his mouth and could only make a whining sound. His little foot was stepped heavily on, and his chin was about to break.
Zhang Feng stood up, walked to Wang Yandong and squatted down, with two fingers on the acupuncture points on his chest.
In an instant, Wang Yandong's eyes widened, revealing extremely painful and horrified eyes.
"Woo..."
He struggled violently.
Siqing increased the strength on his feet, making him unable to move.
"Acupuncture to seal the pulse will only aggravate your pain and will not kill you. Don't worry." Zhang Feng said to Wang Yandong, his tone calm as if he were chatting.
Wang Yandong struggled even harder, his head hurting like it was about to explode.
I wanted to ask for mercy, but my jaw couldn't move, and the sound he made was more like a cry of pain.
It took five minutes for Siqing to let go of him, and stood aside with his hands in his arms, his sweet and innocent face, with cold murderous intent.
Wang Yandong was relieved, arching his body on the ground, gasping for breath, his sweat was already soaking through his clothes, and the ground was covered with tide.
Zhang Feng patted his face, causing a tingling pain on his face, trying to dodge.
"I'm asking you for the second time, "A Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix", where is it?"
Wang Yandong trembled more severely, trying to hide his head, the old and tall P-share, the fat and out-of-shape body, made people sick.
"I don't know what you are talking about, I don't know why you broke into my house... Help..."
When he said that, he shouted.
Zhang Feng slammed his face with a fist, causing his face to bloom and his nose was all tilted to the side.
"My mother-in-law trusts you so much and asks you to help her open the picture-in-picture, but you take her paintings as your own. This punch is a relief to my mother-in-law!"
Zhang Feng said lightly, and hit Wang Yandong with another punch.
With a bang, Wang Yandong hit the back of his head on the floor, his eyes punctured and bleeding.
"My mother-in-law has a brain hemorrhage from your anger and needs to stay in bed for a short period of time. I cannot leave for a short time. My life will be very sad. This punch was for myself!" Zhang Feng said indifferently.
Wang Yandong no longer screamed, his head was dizzy, the pain on his face was again
Torturing his nerves, he can only moan.
Zhang Feng raised his fist again, but didn't hit it down. Instead, he grabbed Wang Yandong's arm and broke his little finger.
"what!"
The huge pain caused Wang Yandong to scream suddenly.
Then, being kicked in the face, Siqing still held his hand, but at an extremely fast speed, Wang Yandong's front tooth was all kicked off.
Zhang Feng looked at him indifferently and said, "This finger is a punishment for not telling you the truth. Next time, I will kill you!"
""A Hundred Birds Face the Phoenix", where is it?"
Ask again, his tone is full of bitter murderous intent.
Siqing was ready to start, and from his jeans pocket, he took out a slap-length dagger—
The legendary dragon teeth are very sharp, a must for killing people!
Wang Yandong tried to open his eyes wide, looking at Zhang Feng, a trace of hatred flowed out.
Zhang Feng immediately stood up and said, "Kill him!"
Siqing squatted down without hesitation, and the Dragon Tooth Dagger swept towards Wang Yandong's neck.
At this moment, it seemed that Wang Yandong was slowed down in Wang Yandong's eyes. He watched the dagger attack, but was unable to resist, and his heavy despair finally broke his psychological defense.
"I said!"
The dagger, lying across the neck, pierced the skin, and a trace of blood flowed out.
"where?"
Siqing asked coldly.
"Behind the bookcase, hidden grid." Wang Yandong peeed, his pants pierced through, and a splash of water poured out on the ground.
Zhang Feng walked to the front of the bookcase, pulled it hard, pushed the bookcase away, and saw the hidden grid at a glance. When he opened the hidden grid again, the painting bucket appeared.
Taking out the painting bucket, he took out a wooden box inside and played with it in his hand.
"That'smine… "
Wang Yandong looked at the wooden box in Zhang Feng's hand eagerly, but he didn't dare to come back.
Zhang Feng opened the wooden box and saw that it was a porcelain bowl. He couldn't help but asked curiously, "What kind of antique is this?"
"Ming Dynasty blue and white porcelain, official kiln, imperial use..."
Before Wang Yandong finished speaking, he saw Zhang Feng split the blue and white porcelain bowl directly into two halves.
As soon as he stared, his mouth couldn't close, and he murmured: "Three million, three million... no more!"
Zhang Feng took the painting bucket and said, "If there is no real Tang Bohu inside, I will come again!"
After speaking, he left with nostalgia.
(End of this chapter)