Cui Baocheng's face was flushed by Li Jiangying's scolding, and he was also very embarrassed. Just after eating someone's meal, he put down his chopsticks and grabbed his husband. It is really impossible to clean up.
However, he didn't want to excuse him, and he didn't intend to favor favoritism in this suit.
"Okay, okay, everyone, don't embarrass Old Cui."
Zhang Feng stood up, smiled and comforted the wife, took the handcuffs and handcuffed them to the wrists.
"Husband..."
The person holding Zhang Feng's arm was actually Chang Wenxin, "We'll just leave, I'll go back to the dark night gate with you!"
Zhang Feng smiled again, leaned over and scented her cheek, and immediately softened Chang Wenxin's tight little face, and lowered her head shyly.
"Don't worry, Lao Cui will definitely investigate it clearly and give us justice."
Cui Baocheng loves to hear these words. He quickly stood up and said that he would not wrong Zhang Feng, because there were a lot of dead people, and the situation was a bit complicated.
The scene is only a matter of fact. If evidence that is unfavorable to Zhang Feng is found, Old Cui will never favor favoritism.
After comforting the girls again, Zhang Feng followed Cui Baocheng to leave, the depressed feeling in his heart quietly dissipated, and he could feel at ease in the detention center to realize his weird cultivation.
…
While Zhang Feng was still undergoing treatment, Feng Lei Zhenren fled back to the villa where he lived. The corpses all over the room were gone, and the house was cleaned up. There was no apprehensive horror that had happened here. event.
Entering the living room, immediately opened the rucksack that he brought, found the healing medicine, first took three pills, and then started to meditate and exercise to treat internal injuries.
Before long, an Audi car drove up outside the villa, and the person who got off was Wei Long, who was still wearing the pajamas of last night.
"Real person, are you there?"
Wei Long didn't dare to be careless, and shouted outside the courtyard in a respectful manner.
"come in."
A tired voice came, letting Wei Long breathe a sigh of relief, and quickly retreated to the courtyard door and walked towards the villa.
Ever since Master Feng Lei entered the abandoned steel factory and made a lot of noise, Wei Long's heart was raised in his throat, and Su Qidong was secretly chased by Su Qidong and invited such an unscrupulous master.
After the war in the factory area began, Wei Long did not dare to wait much, drove away from the car, and then silently waited for the news until
The bodyguard of the Su family who was in charge of investigating the news reported that the real person Feng Lei had left the factory, and he came here in a hurry.
Pushing open the door of the villa, Wei Long walked in respectfully. He looked up, and was frightened by the scene before him and his legs fell to the ground.
"Real person... Real person... What's wrong with you?" Wei Long asked in horror.
I saw that the gorgeous Dao robe on Real Person Feng Lei could no longer see the original gorgeousness, it was badly damaged, one of the sleeves was missing, and half of the Dao robe was about to be dyed red.
"The deity... is injured!"
The real Feng Lei gritted his teeth, his pale face, his face could not see his age, and only a piece of oldness remained at the moment.
No one could tell that he was seriously injured, and what was even more frightening was that his right arm was missing.
"This... Is this an injury?"
Wei Long murmured secretly, got up quickly, and asked with concern: "Real man, I will arrange for the best doctor to treat you."
He took out his mobile phone and prepared to make a call.
The Su family's financial resources and the best medical conditions in Tang City, even if it is a doctor from outside, can let people come to fly a knife with a single phone call, and the money is not a problem.
"Wait!"
Master Feng Lei waved his hand to stop him, and said in a deep voice: "Many police officers saw that I had a broken arm, so they can't find a doctor, otherwise they will cause trouble to the Su family.
Wei Long quickly thanked, but in his heart he didn't think the old Taoist was kind, I'm afraid he needed to use the Su family's place and just pretended to be.
"You send someone to help me purchase some medicinal materials, and remember to buy them separately." Feng Lei said with a calm face and asked Wei Long to record the prescription.
Wei Long was old and slow to record, and Feng Lei was not angry. After recording, Wei Long arranged personnel to purchase through WeChat.
After a short silence, Wei Long asked in a low voice: "Real man, that... Is Zhang Feng really so powerful, can he actually hurt you?"
Before the words fell, a sharp and sulky look locked him, and a cold feeling hit him, as if being topped by a ghost, scared him almost urinating on the spot.
"Real person, I have no other meaning, just want to know more about the enemy, so as to deal with Zhang Feng's possible counterattack." Wei Long explained quickly.
Master Feng Lei stared at him for a while, and he recognized his statement and snorted: "Zhang Feng's strength is not very strong. Grandmaster is only one of the top martial artists, but in front of the deity, such as
Same as ants! "
Wei Long held back his facial expression, disapproving in his heart.
Master Feng Lei then sighed: "The deity didn't expect that there was a woman next to him, named Rongrong, who had repeatedly sacrificed her life to save him and gave him the opportunity to perform techniques that stimulated potentials like the disintegration of the demon.
Zhang Feng’s exercises are amazing. After performing them, he can actually tie me..."
Wei Long didn't listen to the latter words, and his heart was as shocked to the extreme as if he was overwhelmed by the river.
Zhang Feng can actually draw a tie with Feng Lei, this... it's horrible!
You know, Feng Lei is a veteran monk. Wei Long met him thirty years ago. The two sides had a relationship with each other, and there have always been correspondence between them.
The old Taoist priest had the ability to crush a grandmaster thirty years ago. Thirty years later, he was seriously injured by a grandmaster and cut off an arm.
With this calculation, Zhang Feng is also a monk
Wei Long couldn't help feeling horrified, and asked quickly: "Real man, is Zhang Feng injured?"
It must be certain, otherwise he can't rest his mind.
Feng Lei's face condensed and gradually became very ugly. After holding back for a long time, he said, "I am injured, but not serious."
"..."
Wei Long almost yelled at him, the smelly Taoist priest, you have returned from a big defeat, and you have brought new troubles to the Su family.
Can defeat the monk Zhang Feng, what would Su have to deal with and surrender
"But he should be arrested by the police. When I went, he was in handcuffs." Feng Lei felt very shameless, and said in a deep voice.
Upon hearing this, Wei Long's heart resembled a roller coaster, lifted it up and pressed it down, almost causing him to have a heart attack.
"Fortunately, fortunately, we still have a chance." Wei Long exhaled and sneered insidiously. "The last time Zhang Feng was in the detention center, the Su family worried that the police were staring and didn't use any means against Zhang Feng. This time, I will Find someone to kill him!"
"How to do it?" Feng Lei asked hurriedly.
"Poison, let him kill people, in short, there are so many ways!" Wei Longyin grinned grimly.
Feng Lei’s face also showed a penetrating smile, saying: “It’s so good. The deity has a bottle of poison called Biyan Minglu, which is colorless and tasteless. The most important thing is that it is specially used to deal with the possession of truth. Qi monk, or warrior, the stronger the true Qi, the stronger the toxicity!"
(End of this chapter)