As soon as Chu Feng stepped out of the elevator, with a spiritual attribute of up to 33, he heard a sound of scolding and smashing things from the house, and the birds were noisy and chaotic.

His face changed, and he ran home as fast as he could, took out the key and opened the door.

"Grace your mother, how many days has this been graceful!" Duan Feihu scolded impatiently, and directly pressed Chu Zhonghua's head on the table with a "bang", and yelled at the little brother: "Are you still fucking stunned?

Chu Feng opened the door lock, immediately kicked the door open, and shouted, "Stop it!"

Everyone was taken aback and subconsciously looked over.

"Are you the son of this old guy?" Duan Feihu spat out a puff of smoke contemptuously and looked Chu Feng up and down, "Your old man owes me 800,000 yuan, and if you pay this account back today, we will settle it even." If not... Hehe. ”

Duan Feihu showed a hideous smile and didn't say any more, but the threat was already extremely obvious.

Chu Feng frowned, and said in a deep voice: "We will pay back the money after a while, you let my father go first." ”

Duan Feihu was suddenly furious: "Damn, you don't have any money and you still want Lao Tzu to release him?" No, I have to take something away today!

Seeing that someone slashed at Chu Zhonghua's finger, Chu Feng's face turned cold, and he rushed forward as quickly as a cheetah, kicking out like lightning, ruthless and crisp.

Before this subordinate could even react, he felt a strong wind pressure hitting the pavement. Followed by a muffled "bang", a sharp pain hit, and his body curled up into the shape of a shrimp and flew out upside down, hitting the wall with a "bang"!

His eyes almost popped out, his face was full of pain, and he immediately spat out a mouthful of blood and slowly slid down the wall. Even the wall behind him showed the slightest sign of cracking.

There was a sudden deathly silence in the audience, and everyone's faces changed.

Chu Zhonghua was dumbfounded, he never expected his son to be so skilled.

"Stick your hands, let's go together!" Duan Feihu knew that he had met a master, and even a roar was heard.

This group of bandits swarmed up with knives and steel rods, and their attacks were extremely ruthless, as if they were not afraid of killing people, which was extremely terrifying.

Chu Zhonghua was so frightened that his face turned pale, afraid that something would happen to his son, so he hurriedly said: "Brother Hu! My son is not sensible, don't be like him, spare us this time, I will definitely pay back the money!"

Duan Feihu was using a steel rod and beckoned to Chu Feng with a fierce expression, and he didn't reply with his head: "It's late! You just take a good look at how your son was broken and knelt in front of me begging for mercy!"

However, the current situation is not as simple as he imagined.

Chu Feng is already an E-level reincarnation, coupled with his skills comparable to elite special forces, his strength is extremely strong.

He spun around to avoid the oncoming steel rods and knives, and he shot even more lightning bolts.

"Click—"

In a crisp sound, a gangster's wrist was twisted and dislocated, and he cried in pain.

Chu Feng's face was fierce, and he took advantage of the situation to snatch the steel rod in his hand, and with the murderous aura that came to his face, he fought in all directions.

"Dang!"

The steel rod in the hand of a gangster was directly smashed into deformation and distortion and came out of his hand, so frightened that he exclaimed "", and his eyes were about to pop out.

"Smack!" Chu Feng followed with a stick, smashing his shoulder blades to pieces.

The thing screamed like a pig in pain, and was kicked out by Chu Feng with a "bang", smashing the brothers behind him backwards, and the offensive slowed down.

In the living room, the sounds of scolding and the sound of gold and iron are intertwined into a piece, and it is chaotic.

Chu Feng's body was flexible and fast, but his attack was fierce and ferocious, and the faces of all the bandits changed, and some people were put to the ground one after another, screaming again and again.

But correspondingly, he also suffered a lot of steel rods, and even had several cuts on his body, which hurt like a flame, and blood oozed from them.

From the previous encounters, it is not difficult to see that this group of bandits should all be F-level reincarnators. It's just that they can only fight on the streets, so they lose both sides on the premise of having a numerical advantage.

A gangster was ruthless in his heart, and immediately clenched his knife and went to hold Chu Zhonghua hostage, wanting to threaten Chu Feng.

Chu Feng was furious in his heart, and directly threw out the knife he snatched in his hand.

"Poof!"

A flash of silver cold light flashed like a match, piercing the gangster's knee violently, causing him to fall to his knees with a cry of "poof".

And taking advantage of this opportunity, Chu Feng roared and rushed forward, grabbed Duan Feihu's neck, and kept walking.

"Bang-"

Duan Feihu crashed into the window, and the glass window suddenly shattered, turning into fragments of different sizes and pouring down, and some fell on the floor tiles and bounced crisply.

"One more step, Lao Tzu threw him down!" Chu Feng grabbed his neck and turned his head to look at the group of gangsters with a blood-stained face, exuding a killing intent that made his scalp tingle.

A group of gangsters suddenly made a mess, looking at each other, their faces were full of impatience, but they didn't dare to move.

At this time, Feihu's face was covered with blood, and there were glass slags pierced into the flesh, which looked particularly miserable. Chu Feng's hand strangled his neck like an iron tong, making it even more difficult for him to breathe, his face turned red, and he struggled desperately but to no avail.

"Let go!" Duan Feihu tried his best to maintain his composure, hissing with difficulty, and said inwardly, "I... I am a member of Qilin Hall, even if you are a D-class reincarnation, there is only one way to die if you offend the prince!"

Hearing this, Chu Zhonghua's face changed on the spot.

Lord Wang, Tang Mingyu!

The underground king of Rong City, his hands and eyes are all over the sky, and his heart is ruthless. Just by the honorific title of "Lord Wang" by the Taoist Master, you can get a glimpse of the leopard in the tube and know how terrifying his energy is.

With the word "Wangye" alone, even the two great families of Ning and Ye also have to give two points of thin noodles, how many people in the entire Rongcheng are not afraid?

"Xiao Feng, don't be impulsive!" Chu Zhonghua's face turned pale and he said hurriedly.

He never expected that Duan Feihu's backstage would be the fierce Tang Mingyu.

Hearing the name of "Wang Ye", even Chu Feng was also in his heart.

Tang Mingyu, the black boss of Qilin Hall, a B-class reincarnation!

I really want to offend this kind of ruthless character, I am afraid that the whole family will evaporate the next day, and I can't even find a corpse in the gutter, and I will become a "missing person"!

Maybe in the future, Chu Feng will be able to compete with this kind of big guy, and even trample him under his feet.

But definitely not now!

Chu Feng's face was solemn, and the strength in his hand loosened by two points, he didn't expect things to be so tricky.

Duan Feihu's expression was ugly, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said coldly: "Things are like this, shouldn't you give me an explanation?"