The little thugs behind An Kun all laughed.

Hahahaha......

The unbridled ridicule echoed in the corridor outside for a long time.

After a moment, An Kun waved his hand to stop the ridicule of his subordinates.

Immediately, there was silence inside and outside the door.

An Kun enjoyed the feeling of being on top of the mountain so much that he took out the transplant cigarette again and put it in his mouth. took out a box of matches, lit them in a chic and handsome manner, and lit the cigarette in his mouth.

He is not cold to lighters and likes to use matches. He liked the flame from the gentle rubbing, which sounded so crisp.

Mei Zizi took a puff of cigarette, and at this moment, he seemed to be the emperor above the nine heavens.

However, just when An Kun was enjoying the wonderful time of quiet at this time, enjoying the satisfaction of nicotine point.

There was a sudden thud in the box, and it was the sound of a wine bottle slapping on the table.

Zhang Feng drank the last bottle of wine on the table, wiped his mouth, tilted his head slightly, and looked at An Kun at the door expressionlessly.

"What, you're not convinced?"

An Kun had a tyrannical expression on his face, and his tone was cold: "If you want to die, I don't mind playing with you." ”

Zhang Feng just sighed, shook his head, and couldn't hear the joy and anger: "Is there enough trouble?"

The voice was not loud, but this sentence was heard by everyone in the box where the needle could be heard.

In an instant, everyone subconsciously raised their heads and looked at Zhang Feng, with a stunned expression on their faces, not knowing what Zhang Feng meant.

An Kun at the door shook his neck and said gloomily: "I actually met a tough guy, it seems that I have to give you a little bitterness, otherwise you don't know that men are not so easy to be." ”

Zhang Feng finally raised his eyebrows at this time, and his expression was full of impatience: "I asked you if you have made enough trouble? If you have made enough trouble, get out of front of my eyes immediately!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone understood what Zhang Feng meant.

In just one sentence, it is so clear and clear.

These Bai Yun classmates in the box stared at Zhang Feng's breezy face. The palms of his hands couldn't help but pull a cold sweat, and if he collided with An Kun like this, there was a chance that it would not end well.

However, thinking of Huo Xiangyong, who had confessed before, he had some respect for Zhang Feng who had the courage to stand up.

Bai Yun outside, turned around at this time, and a pair of beautiful eyes as bright as a comet saw the dawn of hope.

An Kun had a hot temper and scolded directly: "you paralyzed, it's the first time I've seen you as arrogant." ”

The cigarette that had just been lit in his hand would eject from his fingers again.

It was still like an arrow from a string, the speed was very fast, and it flew straight towards Zhang Feng's face.

This is An Kun's standard habitual action before hitting someone every time, and before he makes a move, he will extinguish the opponent's sharp spirit first.

The cigarette popped out and streaked through the air, the fire flickering on and off.

An Kun immediately rushed forward with his whole body, like an agile cheetah. One step at a time, one step at a time, the momentum is menacing.

In front of Zhang Feng was a square glass table, filled with messy wine bottles and empty wine glasses.

And when An Kun rushed to the glass table, he stepped his leg and collapsed on the glass table, making a muffled sound. The whole set of actions is smooth and smooth, in one go, without dragging the mud and water.

An Kun has been on the road for two or three years, and his agility from countless fights and brawls has been vividly displayed at this time.

Zhang Feng was still sitting on the sofa, his legs crossed, standing still. It seems that under An Kun's fierce offensive, he has been frightened and overwhelmed.

The cigarette that arrived before An Kun had just flown in front of Zhang Feng at this time, and Zhang Feng, who had been immobile like a mountain, raised his left hand lightly at this time, and flicked his index finger lightly.

In the blink of an eye, which was as fast as lightning, no one saw Zhang Feng's small action.

And after Zhang Feng made such a small move, in the face of An Kun's fierce shot, he sat still like a mountain again, did not dodge, and did not even take any measures to defend.

The only thing that moved was his left hand, which he had just raised, and then he put it down again.

And Zhang Feng had already buried his head, and his left hand reached for a pack of cigarettes on the glass table. With light movements and a serious expression, he stared at the cigarette case on the table, which was more serious than ever.

It seems that An Kun, who was afraid of stepping onto the table this time, accidentally stepped on the box of cigarettes.

An Kun, who strode onto the table, took advantage of the swooping momentum of his body, tiptoed a little, and his whole body rose into the air.

At the moment of taking off, the right leg leans forward slightly. All the strength in his body converged on the soles of his feet.

When the strength accumulated to a certain extent, his right foot carried the sound of whistling wind and kicked hard at Zhang Feng's chest.

The wind is strong and unstoppable.

An Kun personally shot a thunderous blow, and he was bound to defeat the enemy with one move.

It's just that under the atmosphere lamp, that cigarette, at the moment when Zhang Feng gently flicked, had a dark energy of four or two thousand catties. The cigarette had already turned around and flashed by.

At this time, when An Kun kicked his foot, the cigarette slammed into his mid-navel acupoint.

The middle navel acupoint is the most fragile and important acupuncture point in the human body, and the force of the cigarette is very heavy.

Immediately, An Kun, who rose into the air, suffered pain in his abdomen and had severe palpitations. led to a ferocious kick, and suddenly collapsed.

Holding his abdomen, the whole person fell from mid-air like that.

An Kun's body slammed into the glass table, and there was a loud bang. The muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched wildly, and the sharp pain in his abdomen made him grin and moan.

The box was quiet for a moment, and everyone looked at Zhang Feng in amazement.

Everyone outside rushed in and watched in disbelief.

An Kun, who is like the possession of the god of war, is as invincible as he is in the world. The appearance is so sassy, the movements are so elegant, why didn't Zhang Feng even move, and An Kun was inexplicably defeated?

The scene was sluggish for a while, but someone soon noticed that An Kun had a small hole in his abdomen. And in that little hole, there lay quietly a cigarette. At this time, the smoke of the cigarette that has not yet been extinguished is sparsely rising.

Hiss......

Someone finally understood something, and couldn't help but gasp.

The temperature in the room dropped sharply to below zero.

The box was packed, but the silence was terrible.

Zhang Feng finally reached out and got the cigarette on the table that had not been suppressed by An Kun, slowly took out one, and put it in his mouth.

He took out the box of matches from An Kun's trouser pocket, and with a bang, a faint flame was squeezed, igniting the cigarette in his mouth.

Intoxicated, he took a puff and exhaled a large puff of smoke.

Zhang Feng looked at An Kun, whose face was pale, and asked without being salty or light: "Now, please answer me, have you made enough trouble?"

An Kun curled up on the glass table, gritted his teeth tightly, and looked at the indifferent Zhang Feng. From the bottom of my heart, for this quiet man, there is a bit of fear from the depths of my soul.

Zhang Feng frowned, and before he could answer, he was already impatient. Holding the cigarette between his middle and index fingers, the cigarette butt was aimed at the Panshan Tiger tattoo on An Kun's arm and scalded it.

The cigarette butt is in contact with the skin, making a clattering sound.

"Answer me quickly. ”

Zhang Feng's voice was extremely cold. Word by word, it makes people feel chilled.

An Kun knew very well that Zhang Feng, who bounced off the cigarette at the last moment, was by no means an ordinary person.

In this electric light, he turned the direction of the cigarette, and accurately hit the middle navel point of his abdomen, but the force was still so strong, he was by no means an opponent.

Listening to this somewhat murderous voice, An Kun, who has always been domineering, finally completely confessed. grinning his teeth, he replied cautiously, "Enough...... That's enough. ”

Hearing this, Zhang Feng's expression began to soften, and he swept the tattoo on An Kun's arm with disdain.

He took a puff on his cigarette again, and said to himself: "Do you really think you are a tiger if you get a tiger tattoo? In my opinion, it is just a cat, and it is a sick cat." ”

An Kun, who was curled up on the glass table, heard Zhang Feng's words, even though he wanted to kill in his heart, he didn't dare to show it.

After all, he still understands the truth that people have to bow their heads when they are under the eaves, but they just accompany the smiling face and dare not refute.

Inside and outside the box, no one spoke, quietly.

Tonight in the scorching summer, there is not a trace of wind.

After a cigarette was slowly smoked, Zhang Feng flicked the cigarette butt into the ashtray and glared at An Kun: "Since you have made enough trouble, why don't you get out?"