Mosquitoes in Africa are scary, big, fierce, and carry germs, such as dengue fever and so on. However, this has no effect on Kimura now.
What he cared about was that it was too itchy. Mosquitoes in Africa were big and fierce. It was hard to find someone with delicate skin and tender flesh like Kimura, so he still sucked them with all his strength.
So within ten minutes, Kimura's body was covered with mosquitoes, as well as his face.
"Uh uh uh..." Kimura was struggling, making a painful sound from his throat. This was simply torture.
Kimura had no idea that Zhang Fengfeng would come up with such a method to punish him.
It's more powerful than red-hot iron or wet paper covering the mouth and nose, etc., and it's very simple, just take off your clothes and open the window.
Zhang Feng sat there and watched, as if admiring a set of beautiful scenery. When Kimura was enduring pain, he glanced at him. In Kimura's eyes, Zhang Feng had turned into a devil.
Extremely frightening.
A few hours later, Kimura was already motionless and his blood was almost sucked dry by mosquitoes. However, he did not die from being sucked dry, but from being itched to death.
He suffered tremendous pain before his death, and his soul, too. It is estimated that his soul will be afraid of Zhang Feng forever.
Zhang Feng left, and before leaving, he burned the place down.
After leaving Sola, Zhan Feng finally turned on his phone and saw several missed calls and a text message.
The missed call was from Chen Wanru Yunqian and the others. One was an old beggar and the other was the King of Hell.
The text message was from Yun Qian, and it just said: Be safe!
Zhang Feng remembered what Chen Wanru said before setting off: We are waiting for you to come back.
We, Chen Wanru, said this is so high-level and has great connotation.
Zhang Feng first called the old beggar.
The old beggar's phone rang twice and he answered it. He must have had his phone in his hand.
"Xiao Feng, how are you?" The old beggar's tone was urgent, and it could be heard that he was very worried about Zhang Feng's safety.
Zhang Feng was moved in his heart because the old beggar did not immediately question him after he had done such a big thing, but instead cared about Zhang Feng's safety first.
"Old man, aren't you talking nonsense? If I have anything to do, can I call you?" Zhang Feng said playfully, as if he didn't take it seriously.
The old beggar was furious: "You bastard, you are still talking poor at this time. Do you know that you have caused a big trouble? You are going to piss me off to death!"
"Old man, do you have a conscience when you say this?"
Zhang Feng's words were somewhat contradictory and disrespectful, but he addressed you respectfully.
In fact, Zhang Feng respected the old beggar very much in his heart, but he didn't like to keep any moral integrity with his mouth.
"Why do you have no conscience? I almost broke my old legs and mouth because of you!" The old beggar vomited his bitterness: "The King of Hell and the others have already gone to train, and you have been expelled from the Underworld Team!"
The old beggar got down to business after talking, and there was a lot of regret in his tone, because the old beggar had been working hard to lead Zhang Feng to the right path, and Zhang Feng also had a sense of justice as he wished, but he looked rogue. Just angry.
Although Zhang Feng listened to the old beggar, he would do whatever the old beggar had to do, but he would definitely not do anything he didn't like, and he had his own ideas. For example, this time, he could make his own decision and do it without hesitation. Do.
Even if you are against everyone in the world.
Now what the old beggar said was what Zhang Feng expected.
Zhang Feng asked: "Is there any more?"
"Almost everyone in the world knows what you did in Sola!" the old beggar said.
Zhang Feng said: "That means people who shouldn't know won't know?"
"That's right!"
"Then there's no problem!"
"You're not worried at all?"
"There is nothing to worry about. As long as people are still well, everything will be easy to handle." Zhang Feng said.
The old beggar was silent for a while and said: "You can't be entirely blamed for this. They were the first to provoke them. They came to our Kyoto Military Commission compound to commit crimes. They were too arrogant. The higher-ups have already regarded those people as spies. They will get You deserve a proper trial. You are meritorious at this point, but your behavior has gone too far and caused many adverse reactions. The higher-ups can only expel you. You are now a person without a country, a party, and a family. It is very likely that you will Will be wanted by Interpol!”
Zhang Feng understands the decision above and has no objections. Moreover, he hopes to see such a situation. It is good for him, his family, and the country. Why not do it
Although there will be a lot of pressure from above, this is the best result.
In the eyes of others, this is sacrificing Zhang Feng, but in Zhang Feng's own eyes, this is not the case, just to keep himself out of the matter.
And Zhang Feng believed that this was only temporary. When the news passed, he could fight with his comrades again.
"Old man, is this the result of your hard work?" Zhang Feng asked.
The old beggar sneered: "Haha, you think too highly of your master and me, I'm just adding fuel to the fire!"
Hearing what the old beggar said, Zhang Feng was shocked, because the higher-ups valued and loved him, otherwise they would have pushed him out.
By then he will be the target of public criticism.
"Old man, don't you have a lot of energy? If you can't do this little thing, are you still my master?" Zhang Feng struggled with his words.
The old beggar felt a little relieved. This kid kept saying that I was his master, so he stopped asking him for his unclean words and said, "Come back when the limelight passes!"
"You don't need to tell me, I'm just staying in Africa!" Zhang Feng said.
"During this period, please stay calm and don't cause any trouble for me!"
the old beggar warned.
"Okay, I promise you!" Zhang Feng said: "Even if someone steps on my head, I won't do anything. Then I say that I am the apprentice of the leader of the Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group, and they will not dare to bully me!"
"You..." The old beggar was angry, thinking, is this the kind of thing my apprentice is? Doesn't this ruin his reputation? Thinking about his iron-blooded mercenary group that spanned the world, who was not afraid of it back then? More than twenty years later, it still has an influence now.
The old beggar said: "If someone bullies you, you can still fight back. Anyway, you can't take the initiative to cause trouble!"
"That's necessary. I have nothing to earn when I'm full, and I'm causing trouble everywhere!" Zhang Feng said: "Oh, by the way, old man, Caldera and the others, please take care of them and let them stay in Kyoto. If you have any work for them, just arrange it so that they don’t have to come to me and wait for my return in Kyoto!”
"Okay, that's it for now!" the old beggar said and hung up the phone.
In fact, the old beggar was angry in his heart. Zhang Feng didn't tell his children and women a word. He was really irresponsible!