Wang Jie's face was gloomy, and he sneered at Ye Feng, this dirt bun actually said that his gun was a fake gun!

It's just ridiculous.

Although Huaxia is a country with a strict ban on guns, as long as you have money and background, it is just a simple thing to play with guns.

For example, Wang Jie, he is a firearms enthusiast and has a collection of many different types of firearms, and the silver Browning pistol in his hand was specially asked by him to get it from abroad.

This gun is known as the Desert Eagle, with a large caliber and fierce power, it can smash people's heads with one shot, and it is very lethal at close range!

"Crazy, be careful, it could be a real gun!"

The fat man Song Gao hurriedly reminded Ye Feng, after all, a person with Wang Jie's character. It's not surprising to have a real gun on your body for self-defense!

But Ye Feng said with a disdainful face: "If you shoot, you will definitely regret it!"

"Do you think I don't dare shoot?"

Wang Jie said with a cruel smile.

Although murder is illegal, his family is powerful, even if he kills people with his own hands. There are also many ways to escape the law.

"No, I don't think you dare to shoot, I mean, do you think a pistol that can explode at any time can hurt me?" Ye Feng laughed playfully.

"Die!"

Wang Jie was too lazy to ink so much with him, so he aimed directly at Ye Feng and pressed the trigger.

The sinister smile on his face became thicker and thicker, and his heart was even more excited, no matter how powerful you Ye Feng was, could you still resist the gun?

But what he didn't notice was just a second before he fired. Ye Feng flicked the cigarette butt out of his hand.

Under this huge force, the cigarette butt drilled into Wang Jie's muzzle like a meteor.

And at this very moment, he pressed the trigger of the pistol.

The hammer struck the tail of the bullet, and after a violent impact, the black powder inside the cartridge case instantly burned, and the bullet pushed by a huge force roared away.

Before the bullet flew out of the chamber, the cigarette butt flew from the opposite direction, and the two collided together, immediately changing the trajectory of the bullet, and the chamber was in a straight line, suddenly changing the trajectory, causing the pistol to explode with a pop!

Bang!

A loud bang was followed by a terrible scream.

Everyone looked over, only to see that Ye Feng was not only safe and sound, but it was Wang Jie who had something to do, only to see that the gun in Wang Jie's hand was really blown up, the pistol was now scorched black, still emitting black smoke, and the gun was full of blood.

Wang Jie let out a terrible scream, and at the moment when the gun exploded, his index finger and thumb were instantly smashed by the explosion, and the flesh and blood where the finger was broken were blurred and dripping with blood.

"I'll just say it, this gun is going to blow up. You have to listen!" Ye Feng sneered, and then walked towards Wang Jie's position.

"Don't come here, I warn you, you'd better not come, or I'll call the police!" Wang Jie has nothing to rely on now. I don't have any confidence in my heart.

At this time, he was so frightened that he was trembling all over.

He really couldn't figure out why his gun had blown up?

Not only him, but even Song Fatzi was confused, and Ye Feng was too godly. Even that can be said.

But Song Yuanshan showed a thoughtful expression, he was a person who practiced martial arts, and his eyesight was naturally much more vicious than ordinary people.

At the moment before Wang Jie shot, he saw the scene where Ye Feng popped out the cigarette butt.

If you think about it, you can fire the cigarette butt before the bullet is fired. What a great deal of insight and control it takes!

The more Song Yuanshan thought about it, the more surprised he became, what kind of person was this Ye Feng, and his strength was so strong!

"Call the police?" Ye Feng sneered and said, "Do you dare to call the police?"

Wang Jie's face suddenly became gloomy, his face was extremely ugly, facing Ye Feng's fierce eyes, he forced himself to calm down: "Say a number, how much will it cost to let me go!"

Ye Feng threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and his eyes suddenly surged with a trace of murderous intent and said: "A scumbag like you, once you run out of money, I'm afraid you can't even be as good as a dog!"

Wang's face was gloomy and he said, "Ye Feng." I won't tell you so much, just make an offer, how much will it cost to spare me!"

"How much do you think you're worth?" Ye Feng said with a smile.

"I'll give you 10 million!" Wang Jie said directly.

Ye Feng shook his head.

"Twenty million!"

Ye Feng still shook his head.

"How much do you want!" Wang Jie was a little impatient, in his concept, as long as it can be solved with money, it is not a thing.

Now that several of his fingers have been blown off, I'm afraid that if he doesn't go to the hospital again, I'm afraid his hand will be useless.

"No amount of money can buy your dog's life!"

Ye Feng suddenly burst into a shout, grabbed Wang Jie's hair, picked him up like a chicken, and smashed his head to the ground hard.

Bang!

In the palm of Ye Feng's hand. Wang Jie was like a little chicken, he had no strength to fight back, his head hit the floor hard, and red blood instantly covered his entire cheek.

Wang Jie only felt dizzy, new and old injuries attacked together, and the pain made him die and live.

"I really thought I had two stinky money and thought I was the king of heaven, like you garbage, I don't know how much I have pinched to death!"

After Ye Feng finished speaking, he pulled his hair and pressed his head towards the hard tile floor, Ye Feng's strength was extremely strong. Within seconds, the ground was covered in blood.

After Wang Jie was hit by Ye Feng's series of critical attacks, the whole person was stunned.

He is the eldest young master of the Wang Group, and he has always beaten others, where has he been beaten by others.

And Ye Feng's violent beating directly wiped out his sense of superiority!

Let him know that no matter how rich a person is, there is only one life, and if his life is gone, there is nothing.

"Ye Feng, I was wrong. Please spare me, I was wrong, I don't dare to trouble you again!"

Wang Jie's face was full of fear, Ye Feng was right, when the role of money could not be played. Then he's not even as good as a dog!

In order to survive, he was even more like a pug, wagging his tail at Ye Feng and begging for mercy, begging Ye Feng to spare him.

Ye Feng's face was full of disgust, if this was not in the country. He would have slapped this thing to death a long time ago.

"It's useless for you to tell me this, the person you offended is my brother!" Ye Feng said coldly.

After Wang Jie heard this, his eyes lit up, and he pounced in front of Song Fatzi again, and said in a miserable voice: "Brother Song, I was really wrong about this matter, can you be merciful and spare me once?"

Song Fatzi's expression flashed with a cold light: "Dog mongrel, when I asked you to let my dad go just now, did you ever think that you would end up like this?"

"Brother Song, I was really wrong. As long as you are willing to spare me, I am willing to pay any amount!"

Wang Jie is really scared this time, as long as he can survive, he is willing to let him pay as much as he wants.

Although Song Fatzi is usually a timid person, what happened just now stimulated his ferocity.

This Wang Jie, it's okay to rob his girlfriend, and it's okay to humiliate him, but he must not tolerate Wang Jie hurting his father Song Yuanshan.

Seeing that Song Yuanshan broke a pair of arms by a tiger in order to save himself, Song Fat Man swore at that time that he would avenge this revenge even if he tried his life!

Song Fatzi's eyes were gloomy, he picked up a steel rod from the ground, rounded the stick and slammed it on Wang Jie's arm.

Yes!

Wang Jie's whole face was distorted in pain, and under this stick, Wang Jie's arm was suddenly smashed by him!

Song Fatzi ignored Wang Jie's screams. He said in a hoarse voice: "I said before, if I still have a breath left, I will never spare you!"

After speaking, Song Fatzi smashed down with another stick, and the stick smashed on Wang Jie's arm. Under this tremendous force, the fragile bones were instantly smashed by him, and all ten fingers curled up like chicken feet.

"Brother Song, Grandpa Song, spare me, I was wrong, I won't dare to ...... in the future"

Wang Jie was in severe pain, he was lying on the ground like a dead dog, his breath was sluggish, and he kept begging for mercy.

"When you ordered someone to break my dad's arm. Why didn't you spare us?"

After speaking, Song Fatzi knocked down with two sticks in succession.

After Wang Jie's limbs were knocked off, he finally couldn't hold on, and his eyes fainted as soon as they went black.

Now Wang Jie looks extremely miserable, even if his mother is here. are not necessarily recognizable.

His head was smashed by Ye Feng in a few big bags, his whole face was swollen like a pig's head, his face was covered with blood, not only two fingers were broken, but even his limbs were knocked off by Song Fatzi.

This kind of injury, even if it is sent to the hospital, eighty percent of the people will be discarded.

After abolishing Wang Jie, Song Fatzi calmed down.

"Get out of here, and carry these two dead dogs out of here!"

Ye Feng shouted, and the bodyguards brought by Wang Jie supported each other one by one, carrying Wang Jie and the tiger, and left the Yuanshan Martial Arts Hall.

The entire Yuanshan Martial Arts Hall suddenly became deserted, although it was already a mess inside, but this crisis was finally resolved.

"Crazy, I'm sorry to trouble you again. Song Fat Man said a little embarrassed at Ye Feng.

Ye Feng smiled: "Don't be so polite when I'm a brother." By the way, do you have any medicine here? I'll heal you. ”

Song Yuanshan and Song Gao were both injured, and it was imperative that they should be treated first.

"Yes, you wait for me for a while, and I'll go over and get it now. "Song Fat Man walked away.

Ye Feng glanced at Song Yuanshan's injury, and then said, "Uncle Song, your arm is just a dislocated joint, I'll help you pick it up now, it may be a little painful, can you bear it." ”

"Will you still be bone-grafted?" Song Yuanshan wondered.

"A little. Ye Feng didn't want to reveal too much, so he grabbed Song Yuanshan's arm with one hand and said softly, "Uncle Song, are you ready?"

"Come on, how can a martial artist be afraid of this little pain!"

Click!

Ye Feng's five fingers moved dexterously, and Song Yuanshan's arm was corrected in an instant.

Ye Feng's technique was sophisticated and skillful, so that Song Yuanshan's eyes couldn't help but flash a hint of discoloration.

Without the practice of many exercises, it is impossible to achieve such fluency and naturalness.

The doubts in Song Yuanshang's heart became heavier and heavier, he was really curious, who was this Ye Feng?