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Bo Da's fist went straight to Zhang Feng's face and hit him with a roar!
Facing the attack of the King of Hell, Zhang Feng not only did not dodge, but instead smiled! A hearty smile!
Since the King of Hell still maintains a high enough vigilance, it means that he is not really drunk.
Some people are already staggering around after drinking a bottle of beer, and they don’t understand what they are talking about.
Even if some people drink for three days and three nights in a row and appear drunk and unconscious, they can still maintain a high level of vigilance.
Obviously, the King of Hell is the latter! This is because of physical instinct. When enough training reaches a certain level, muscle memory will be formed and subconscious movements will be formed. This is the body's instinct!
The body's instinctive reaction does not require the brain's consideration, so it is the fastest behavior.
The fist did not hit Zhang Feng's face, but stopped in front of the tip of his nose.
Slowly lowering his fist, the King of Hell drooped his heavy eyelids, sat on the sofa again, and said in a deep voice: "Madman, are you here?"
"Well, here I come!" Zhang Feng also sat down, took out two cigarettes from his pocket, and lit them both in his mouth.
After lighting it, put one of the cigarettes into the mouth of the King of Hell.
"Looking for a place to chat?" Zhang Feng didn't like the heavy smell of alcohol, so he said.
The King of Hell nodded. After spending three days and three nights here, he also wanted to leave. But he didn't stand up immediately, but said: "I didn't bring any money, please help me pay for the drink."
"Don't worry!" After saying that, he stood up and walked outside. "You go outside and wait for me in the car first."
Zhang Feng found the owner of the KTV and asked for a total of 100,000 yuan, including the cost of the drinks and the medical expenses of several people injured by the King of Hell.
After the boss got the money, he sent Zhang Feng out of the door like a plague.
After getting into the car, he saw the King of Hell lying on the back seat, already fast asleep.
Holding a cigarette in his mouth, he frowned slightly, thinking about where to go.
My own identity? The identity of the King of Hell? It's better not to be seen, so let's go back to Chen Wanru.
Start the car and call Chen Wanru's mobile phone.
After getting through, he said: "Are you up? Maybe I will take some friends back later."
"Do you need me to prepare?"
Chen Wanru's voice was still as charming as ever.
"Prepare some tea. If there are arrangements by then, we can meet up and discuss it in time." Zhang Feng said.
After a slight hesitation, he still asked: "Wanru, do you know what happened to the King of Hell in the Huangquan team?"
When Chen Wanru heard Zhang Feng's question, she was silent for a moment, and finally said: "It's not that something happened to the King of Hell, but something happened to the entire Huangquan team. This matter involves too many things. I will talk to you again when you come back." explain."
"Okay, let's do this for now, I'll go back now!"
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Feng's face looked extremely ugly.
Something happened to the Huangquan team! It's like this. If nothing happened to the Huangquan team, the King of Hell would never be so depressed.
From the tone of Chen Wanru's words, I'm afraid it's not a small matter, otherwise it wouldn't be described as "too extensive."
After a slight hesitation, he took out his phone, edited a text message, and sent it quickly.
The recipients are: student, Wen Kaiqi! Tyrannosaurus, Li Jian! Jackal, Chai Chong! Judge! monkey!
…
In a dark Internet cafe, three or four students in junior high school uniforms gathered around a machine.
A man with a stubble on his face, his fingers were tapping the keyboard quickly, and the mouse was swinging back and forth, three kills, four kills, five kills! The operation is smooth and smooth!
The phone in his pocket vibrated twice, and the man muttered: "Is there anyone else texting me at this time?"
puff. He spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth accurately into the instant noodle box and took out his mobile phone from his pocket.
The expression on his face froze when he saw the text message.
"I've given it to you to play with, and I'll give it to you too!"
The middle school students who were watching were all startled, and then they all reacted and rushed towards the computer.
"This number belongs to me!"
"It's mine! The number of the strongest king was given to me by Brother Wen!"
…
The man who was in a state of confusion suddenly heard the cell phone on the bedside table ring.
Cursing impatiently, he still picked up the phone as if by mistake.
When he saw the content of the text message, his expression changed drastically. He jumped out of bed and rushed out of the door regardless of the resentful look in the woman's eyes.
…
In a high-end villa community in Kyoto, a security guard
He stood at the door carelessly, his legs shaking constantly, his hat tilted, and whistling in his mouth.
The cell phone rang in his pocket, and he took it out leisurely. At this moment, a Mercedes-Benz stopped at the door, honking the horn to signal the security guard to raise the bar.
The security guard stared blankly at the phone screen without making any movement.
The door of the Mercedes-Benz opened and the driver got out and cursed impatiently: "Smelly security guard, are you blind or deaf? Hurry up and raise the bar. Do you know who is sitting in the car?"
The security guard raised his head, his eyes full of excitement.
"Do you know who just sent me a text message?" The security guard was the monkey.
"I don't care who sends you text messages, even if it's the King of Heaven, it doesn't matter! Do your job as a security guard quickly, or I will lay you off!" the driver yelled and cursed.
"You don't have to lay me off, I'll resign myself!" Monkey threw the hat on his head into the driver's arms, staggered towards the Mercedes-Benz, and said with a smile: "Remember, don't drive such a shabby car again. Are you pretending to look down on the security guard? I never dared to pretend like this to you when I was driving a tank."
In the driver's horrified gaze, the monkey's fist slammed against the glass of the car door.
There was a creaking sound, and the glass peeled off and fell onto the car seat covered with spider veins.
The monkey left happily and excitedly!
…
Zhang Feng sent text messages to everyone in the Huangquan team. The content of the text messages was extremely simple.
Just a few words!
"I'm back! Madman!"
Although it is only six simple words, it is enough! The weight of words is not in the words themselves, but in whose mouth they are spoken!
The Huangquan team lives and dies together! Between comrades, just a few words are already worth a thousand pounds!
Zhang Feng drove into Chen Wanru's villa and did not see the tiger shark. Only Chen Wanru was leaning against the door frame with a slight smile on her lips.
He opened the car door, carried the King of Hell on his back, and walked towards the villa.
Even so, the King of Hell did not wake up and fell into a deep sleep.
Chen Wanru took off the cheongsam she wore all year round and wore comfortable home clothes. Her hair was not tied up, but hung loosely on her shoulders.
It's a little less charming than before and a little more lazy.