At the headquarters of the Prince and Sons' Party, Yao Fangzheng was sitting in a wheelchair, glaring fiercely at a man kneeling below.
"Waste, you are just a bunch of waste!" Yao Fang roared fiercely at the people kneeling below.
The man was trembling and kept bowing his head.
"Young Master, that man is too strong." The man kneeling on the ground cried, "That man is too fast, the bullets can't hit him at all. Even the sniper king's shooting skills can't do anything to him."
"Sniper King, you still have the nerve to say that? My party has spent so much effort to train them, but they can't even kill one person." Yao Fang was filled with anger: "Where is the Sniper King? Let him come to see me!"
Hearing Yao Fang's words, the man kneeling on the ground lowered his head even lower. He said cautiously: "The Sniper King was... killed by that devil!"
"What!" Yao Fang slapped the wheelchair and tried to stand up in shock and anger. However, as soon as he exerted force, he felt a sharp pain in his crotch, causing him to break out in a cold sweat.
"That damn fellow actually dared to kill one of the eight princes of my Taizi Party. He is simply courting death!" Yao Fang said fiercely, "Where is the Poison Boxing King? Why didn't he come to see me?"
"Young Master, the Poison Fist King is also dead!"
"What? Who is that man? He is so powerful that he can kill two of the 'Eight Kings' in a row." Yao Fang was shocked: "What about that kid? Is he okay?"
"He was injured by the Sniper King at the beginning, but he still cut off the Sniper King's head with one knife."
"And the Poison Boxing King was also defeated by him with just one finger. Then he seemed very angry and broke all the bones in the Poison Boxing King's body. It was too cruel, too cruel!" After saying that, the man kneeling on the ground could not help but began to tremble again.
"Humph, trash! You are all trash, you are trash, the Sniper King is trash, and the Poison Boxing King is trash!" Yao Fang cursed, "You failed to kill Xiao Lin and Chen Feng, the Xiao family will definitely not let it go. For safety reasons, you can't live in this world either."
Yao Fang's words sounded like a matter of course, but they made the man on the ground turn pale. A hint of viciousness flashed across his face, and he suddenly roared.
"Who the hell do you think we are? Kill us if you want. I want to live, and you, a piece of trash, go die!" While shouting, the man pounced on Yao Fang like a tiger.
Yao Fang looked at the person rushing towards him calmly, with a sneer on his face.
Because of his injuries, he couldn't move, but he didn't need to move!
When the man was about to touch Yao Fang, a cold light flashed, and a silver machete suddenly appeared beside him.
"Brush, brush, brush..."
Only a series of cutting sounds were heard, and the man who pounced on him fell to the ground without a grunt.
“Crash—”
Pieces of flesh slid down from his body and fell in front of Yao Fang in a bloody mess.
Yao Fang swallowed his saliva, then said to a person who suddenly appeared beside him: "King of Swords, I didn't expect your swordsmanship to be so powerful. Haha, you will be the one to avenge this young master."
The Sword King lowered his head and said nothing, as if he did not hear what Yao Fang said.
"Hmph!" Seeing this, Yao Fang looked at Dao Wang with dissatisfaction and cursed in a low voice: "He is just a dog raised by my Taizi Party. Why are you so arrogant!"
Hearing this, an inexplicable look flashed across Dao Wang's eyes, but he said nothing.
At this moment, a powerful aura suddenly appeared.
"Dad, you finally came out!" Yao Fang was delighted and shouted hurriedly.
A figure suddenly appeared beside Yao Fang, and the speed made the Sword King frightened.
"Greetings, boss!" Dao Wang said respectfully.
It turned out that this person was Yao Wentao, the leader of the Taizi gang.
Ignoring Dao Wang's greeting, Yao Wentao focused all his attention on Yao Fang.
"Son, who did it?" Yao Wentao's eyes were full of murderous intent.
"Dad, you have to avenge me!" Yao Fang's expression changed drastically, and he finally cried. He exaggerated the story between himself and Chen Feng.
"Dad will definitely avenge you, but now is a critical period. The ancestor is about to break through. I, your father, must protect him and cannot leave." After a pause, Yao Wentao said fiercely: "Wait a few more days. When the ancestor is finished, your father will go and kill the man named Chen Feng!"
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At this moment, the sun is already high in the sky.
Chen Feng carried the plastic bag and came to Situ Qiang's residence.
At this time, Chen Feng was wearing the same street stall goods he wore before. The new clothes he just bought had officially ended its short life because of what happened last night.
Situ Yunfei had been waiting anxiously at the door. When he saw Chen Feng appear, he was extremely happy and immediately took Chen Feng into the house.
Inside the room, the old man sat on the sofa watching TV, not showing any signs of impatience. On the contrary, the secretary of the Judicial Committee, Jin Zhiguang, seemed restless.
Seeing Chen Feng appear, Jin Zhiguang hurriedly came forward and said, "Mr. Chen, you are finally here."
"It took some time to prepare some medicinal herbs." Chen Feng pointed to the medicinal herbs in the plastic bag and said with a smile.
As he spoke, Chen Feng had already arrived in front of the old man.
Until this moment, Chen Feng still didn't know the identity of this old man. But for him, curing illnesses and saving lives made no difference in status.
"Old man, are you ready?" Chen Feng asked with a faint smile.
The old man nodded firmly but said nothing.
"Okay, wait for me for half an hour." After saying that, Chen Feng walked into the kitchen door without looking back, and then slammed the lock.
"What is Mr. Chen doing?" Jin Zhiguang looked at Situ Qiang with doubts and inquiring eyes.
"I don't know either." Situ Qiang spread his hands in a very humble manner, indicating that he knew nothing.
Half an hour later, Chen Feng appeared in front of everyone holding a bowl of inky black medicine.
"Drink it!" Putting the boiling hot medicine in his hand on the table, Chen Feng continued to remind him: "Drink it while it's hot."
"Can I drink this?" Jin Zhiguang frowned and asked worriedly.
Apart from him, anyone who picked up this bowl of medicine would ask the same question. Not only was the color of this bowl of medicine as black as ink, but it also emitted a foul odor from time to time, just like a pair of smelly socks that had been worn for ten days or half a month, which was disgusting.
"Don't worry, the medicine is not poisonous." Chen Feng looked straight at the old man and said faintly, "But whether you can survive the effect of this medicine is still unknown!"
"Haha." The old man chuckled, picked up the medicine without thinking and poured it into his mouth.
"Gulu, gurgle—"
The old man swallowed all the medicine without hesitation, then put the bowl down and said meaningfully: "Life is a series of gambles, big and small. Although the stakes are a bit high this time, I'm going to take it!"
Chen Feng was surprised, and when he looked at the old man again, there was a little more admiration in his eyes.