"Changmao, long time no see." Chen Feng spoke calmly, as if he was not worried about the young man at all.
"Die!" The gang leader smiled cruelly and exerted more strength in his hands.
Murder? With the protection of the Prince Party, what is there to be afraid of
"Huh?" Suddenly, the gangster's face froze. He felt that his switchblade seemed to be stuck in a solid wall. He could no longer move forward and could not help but look down.
"What!" It would have been better if he hadn't looked. But when he looked, he couldn't help but scream. He saw two slender fingers tightly holding his switchblade. The tip of the switchblade was less than a centimeter away from the young man's body.
However, this distance of less than one centimeter was like a chasm between heaven and earth that he could not cross no matter what.
"Changmao, do you still remember me?" Chen Feng smiled faintly as he looked at the young man with a shocked face.
“You… you are…” The young man’s eyes suddenly widened, and a figure that made him full of hatred flashed through his mind.
"You are the one who worked at the construction site that day..." The young man widened his eyes and looked at Chen Feng in disbelief.
It turned out that this man was the gang leader, Brother Changmao, who appeared when Chen Feng asked Zhou Baopi for his salary.
"Yeah." Chen Feng looked at the young man with a half-smile: "I didn't expect that when we met again, it would be like this. And why did you shave your long hair?"
The young man blushed and was about to explain, but his expression suddenly changed. He looked at the fat boss who was sitting on the ground, rushed to his side, and shouted anxiously: "Brother, brother, are you okay?"
The fat boss covered his abdomen, his face was a little pale, but he still shouted worriedly: "San'er, put down the knife, have you forgotten what your father told you before he died!"
Changmao's face turned pale, and the machete in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. A feeling of regret and self-blame appeared on his face.
The gang leader looked angrily at Chen Feng, who was still holding his switchblade tightly, and shouted fiercely: "Brothers, cut him down!"
It seems that this gang leader still has some prestige. At a command, several gangsters rushed towards Chen Feng waving switchblades in their hands.
"You don't know how to live or die!" Chen Feng's face turned cold, he snorted softly, and swung his hands quickly.
There was a loud noise of "crackling", and the gangsters who rushed up fell to the ground like rolling gourds, covered in blood.
Especially the leader of the gang, who was taken special care of by Chen Feng. His face was swollen like a pig's head. The corners of his mouth were full of blood, and he spat out a pile of broken teeth with a "Puh" sound.
"How dare you touch our princelings!" The leading thug covered his face with his hands, his face full of pain, but he still shouted and threatened. Without a mouthful of teeth, his voice sounded like a broken bellows, which sounded awkward no matter how you listened to it.
"Haha, princelings?" A cold light flashed in Chen Feng's eyes: "If those bastards really mess with me, I don't mind killing a few people." As he spoke, a strong murderous aura burst out from Chen Feng.
The Dan Zu in his previous life was such a person. If others did not provoke him, he would naturally not provoke others. However, if someone dared to provoke him, he would be met with thunderous revenge.
The gang leader's hands and feet suddenly turned cold after being hit by Chen Feng's murderous aura. With boundless fear, he quickly got up and ran out like crazy without caring about his companions.
When the thugs saw that their boss had run away, they naturally chased after him closely. Their speed was comparable to that of an Olympic champion.
"Good!" At this time, the diners around started to cheer loudly.
Chen Feng glanced at them calmly, his heart full of disdain. There were many strong men among these people, but no one dared to stop them. Now that they had left, they all began to be filled with righteous indignation.
Walking in front of the fat boss, Chen Feng felt a little apologetic. He could have stopped it just now, but he didn't.
On the one hand, Chen Feng knew that the knife would at most cut the skin and there would be absolutely no danger to life. On the other hand, he also wanted to see if this long-haired man was a man who valued friendship and loyalty.
Raising his hand and tapping the boss's fat belly a few times, Chen Feng smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's just a skin wound. Just stop the bleeding."
Strangely enough, after a few light movements of his body, the blood that had been unstoppable stopped flowing out.
"Chen Feng, thank you so much!" The fat boss said with some lingering fear: "If it weren't for you, we two brothers don't know what would have happened today."
"Haha, you're welcome, boss." After Chen Feng finished speaking, he turned to look at Changmao and asked, "Changmao, why are you here?"
Changmao stammered and tried to open his mouth, but nothing came out.
"Alas, it's my brother's fault. He didn't learn his lesson and became a gangster. A few days ago, he pissed off our dad who came to visit us." The fat boss was full of sorrow: "If my dad hadn't made him swear to be a good man before he died, who knows where he would be now."
As the fat boss spoke, two tears rolled down his cheeks.
But Changmao's eyes were bloodshot, and he was trying hard not to let the tears fall.
"It's because he used to hang around everywhere and now he can't even find a job. It just so happens that my wife hasn't been feeling well these days, so I had no choice but to ask him to come to the store to help." The fat boss looked at Changmao with a bitter look of disappointment.
"Let's not talk about this for now. You should go to the hospital to treat your injury." Chen Feng interrupted the fat boss and looked at the ashamed Changmao, saying, "A prodigal son who returns is more valuable than gold. If you really want to start a new life, come to the hospital to find me. Your eldest brother knows where I am." Then he reminded again, "Don't open the door for the next few days. Take good care of your injuries and avoid the spotlight of the prince's party."
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At the entrance of Times Square, a beautiful figure stood at the gate. However, her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she was angry with someone.
"Damn Chen Feng, he said he wouldn't be late, but it's already been more than two minutes and he still hasn't shown up!" Li Li said to herself angrily while looking at the points on her watch.
In her hand, a piece of advertising paper seemed to have become a substitute for someone, and had been crumpled into a ball by him.
"Miss, are you waiting for someone?" A deep male voice sounded beside Li Li.
"Hmph, go away. I don't have time to deal with you!" Li Li was in a bad mood, so how could she give a good face to others
"Oh, miss, you have such a hot temper. Hahaha, I like it!" The deep male voice laughed a little bit **.
"Who are you? Do I know you?" Li Li turned her head and shouted at the man.
This is a middle-aged man with a slightly bald head. He wears a pair of black-framed glasses and carries a black handbag. He looks like a successful person.
"Hey, it doesn't matter if we don't know each other, we'll know each other soon." The middle-aged man put on a self-proclaimed handsome smile and said arrogantly, "I just bought an Audi Q7. Miss, do you want to go for a ride?" As he said that, the man actually stretched out his hand and touched Li Li's small hand.
"Pah—" the middle-aged man's hand was slammed open, and a young man hugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "Brother, this is not the way to pick up girls."
"Oh?" The middle-aged man's eyes lit up: "Brother, you are also a fellow traveler. I wonder what you think?"
The young man smiled at the middle-aged man and said, "I'll teach you how to pick up girls." Then he came to Li Li, put his arm around her shoulders and said, "Miss, how about having a cup of coffee with me?"
Li Li blushed and nodded gently: "Okay."
Then the young man put his arm around Li Li's shoulders, smiled meaningfully at the middle-aged man, and left.
"Is this a popular trick now?" The middle-aged man touched his bald head and muttered to himself.
Suddenly, he saw a hot girl walking towards him, and his eyes lit up.
Walking quickly forward, the middle-aged man put his arm around the girl's shoulders and said hastily, "Miss, how about having a cup of coffee with me?"
"Snapped-"
What greeted him was a heavy slap in the face.
"Psycho!" The hot girl glared at the middle-aged man with disgust, shook her hair and walked away.
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