The bald man lay in a pool of blood, his eyes wide open, and he couldn't blink to death.

He couldn't imagine that there was such a terrifying existence in the world until he died, and he killed more than a dozen mercenaries of "Fang" in seconds without much effort.

After everything was done, Qin Feng walked quickly to Song Shiyin's side, took off his suit, and covered her delicate body to cover the leaking spring light.

"Don't be afraid, it's safe now!"

Qin Feng's voice was low and magnetic, as warm as the warm sun in winter.

He took Song Shiyin's hand, walked through the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, and walked outside.

It wasn't until she walked out of the abandoned factory that Song Shiyin came back to her senses, and her originally loose eyes regained some of her brilliance.

Immediately after, she immediately threw herself into Qin Feng's arms, and her two lotus root-like jade arms hugged Qin Feng's waist tightly, like a frightened little white rabbit, choked up:

"Woooooooooo......oo Thank you...... Are you a patron saint sent by God?"

Hearing this question, Qin Feng patted her beautiful back, and said with a smile: "I'm not a god, but with me, no one in this world can hurt you!"

Although Qin Feng's voice was not loud, it was extremely firm, which made Song Shiyin feel an unprecedented sense of security, as if as long as he was by his side, he was not afraid even if the sky fell.

Before, when the bald man unbuttoned his belt, Song Shiyin had fallen into the abyss, despair, fear, and helplessness......

And Qin Feng's appearance was like the light that tore through the darkness, illuminating her world and saving her from the abyss.

Feeling the temperature of Qin Feng's palm, Song Shiyin's pretty face showed a sweet smile, and she couldn't wait to keep pulling it like this, never letting go.

"By the way, classmate Song, you have been missing for so long, your family should be very anxious, so let's call as soon as possible!" Qin Feng said.

When Song Shiyin heard this, she reacted, and immediately took out her mobile phone and called Song Pengcheng.

"Hey...... Dad, I'm Shiyin!"

"Xiaoyin?"

Song Pengcheng's exclamation came from the other end of the phone: "Xiaoyin, are you safe now, how much does the kidnapper cost, I'll go and prepare immediately!"

"Dad, I'm fine, a big brother saved me!" Song Shiyin explained.

"What?" Song Pengcheng said in disbelief: "Then where are you now?"

"I'm ......," Song Shiyin said, turning her head to look at Qin Feng, because she didn't know where she was.

At this time, Qin Feng took the phone from her hand and said, "Hello Mr. Song, Miss Song is currently in an abandoned factory on the outskirts of Suzhou and Hangzhou, I will send you the exact address later! Oh yes, there are more than a dozen corpses in the factory, I hope Mr. Song can bring someone over to deal with it!"

After hanging up the phone, Qin Feng found that Song Shiyin was looking straight at him, with a strange look in his eyes, as if he wanted to engrave his appearance in the depths of his memory.

Suddenly, Qin Feng thought of a joke-

In ancient times, heroes saved beauties, and if beauties like heroes, they will say with a shy: "The hero's life-saving grace, the little woman has nothing to repay, but to make a promise." ”

If the beauty doesn't like it, she will say: "The hero's life-saving grace, the little woman can't repay it, only to be a cow and a horse in the next life, to repay this great kindness." ”

Hey, it's all a routine!

……

"By the way, big brother, I haven't asked your name yet!" Song Shiyin asked curiously.

"Qin Feng, Qin of the Qin Dynasty, Merry Wind!" Qin Feng said.

"Then I'll call you Brother Feng......" Song Shiyin said sweetly.

Next, Song Shiyin opened the chatterbox, without the arrogance of a rich lady at all, and told Qin Feng many of her childhood anecdotes.

In the eyes of others, Song Shiyin was born with a golden key, and her family's assets are as high as tens of billions, making her the top Bai Fumei.

However, when she grew up so big, Song Shiyin didn't even have a real friend, and she was very lonely, because the people around her were all aimed at her family background and deliberately curryed favor with her.

And now, she seems to regard Qin Feng as her bosom friend.

"Boom ......"

Half an hour later, a Rolls-Royce Phantom and more than a dozen Mercedes-Benz S600s came to the gate of the abandoned factory at lightning speed.

As soon as possible, Song Pengcheng rushed out of the car, came to Song Shiyin panting, looked her up and down, and asked excitedly: "Xiaoyin, are you okay, are you injured?"

"Dad, I'm fine! Thanks to Brother Feng for saving me, if it weren't for him today, you probably wouldn't have seen me!"

Hearing this, Song Pengcheng immediately turned to look at Qin Feng, and then bowed deeply, at a ninety-degree angle, to show respect.

Seeing this scene, the surrounding bodyguards were dumbfounded and surprised.

You must know that Song Pengcheng is a predator in the business world, with a net worth of tens of billions, even if he meets the leader of Suzhou and Hangzhou City, he is so humble.

"Mr. Song, get up quickly, aren't you tormenting me?" Qin Feng stretched out his hand, wanting to help him up.

However, Song Pengcheng shook his head stubbornly, and said in a deep voice: "Little brother, you can afford this bow! Xiaoyin is the pearl of my palm, it is all I have! It may be a gesture for you, but it is a great favor for me!"

Feeling the sincerity in his tone, Qin Feng didn't say anything more and accepted it calmly.

"By the way, little brother, how did you rescue Xiaoyin?" Song Pengcheng asked curiously.

In his opinion, Qin Feng looks like a gentleman, there is no gangsterism on his body, and he should not be a character in the underground world of Suzhou and Hangzhou.

And Qin Feng is still so young, in his early twenties, he doesn't look like a master no matter how you look at it!

"Mr. Song, I'm a teacher at Jiangnan University!" Qin Feng explained.

"Teacher?" Song Pengcheng raised his eyebrows, his face full of surprise.

"Hmm!" Qin Feng nodded and continued: "I teach traditional martial arts classes, and I know some kung fu!"

"Wow! Brother Feng, you are actually a teacher at Jiangnan University, you are so powerful!" Song Shiyin looked adoring.

"Ahem......"

Looking at her as a little fan girl, Qin Feng coughed dryly and continued: "Before, on campus, I found that two gangsters kidnapped Shiyin, I wanted to rescue it, but another ambushed killer stopped me, and later from the mouth of that killer, I took out the address of the other party's joint, and found it here and rescued Shiyin!"

Although Qin Feng said it lightly, the degree of danger is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people, and any mistake in any link will fall short.

"Kick, kick, kick!"

Suddenly, a bodyguard rushed over, his face was pale, cold sweat flowed, and he said loudly: "Boss, will you go to the factory and have a look?"

"What's going on?"

Song Pengcheng was confused and walked into the factory quickly.

The next moment, in his sight, there was an unbelievable scene-

More than a dozen corpses, lying on the ground crookedly.

Mountains of bones and rivers of blood!

Some were shot in the head, some were torn off their necks, and the bald man's eyebrows were inserted with a three-edged military stab, and his death was miserable.

If ordinary people saw this hellish scene of Shura, they would probably have nightmares for several days in a row.

Rao is a well-informed Song Pengcheng, and his scalp is a little numb and shuddering.

"Oh my God...... Could it be that Qin Feng did all this?"

Song Pengcheng stood in place as if he had been petrified, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

He couldn't imagine that Qin Feng, who seemed to be Sven, had single-handedly killed a dozen gangsters, and he was unharmed.

This is not a battle, but a one-sided slaughter!

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Song Pengcheng's mind, as if he had thought of something.

The top rich man of his level has extraordinary vision, and naturally knows that there are many strange people in this world, among which there are many "masters" who are swaggering and deceiving, but there are also some real masters!

And now, he knows that he has met a "nobleman".

Soon, Song Pengcheng walked out of the factory, looked at Qin Feng with a little more respectful eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Little brother Qin, it is not appropriate to stay here for a long time, let's leave first!"

"Hmm!"

Qin Feng nodded, and together with Song Shiyin, he sat in the Rolls-Royce Phantom.

……

On the shore of West Lake, there is a clubhouse called "Fuchun Mountain Residence".

Three steps and one scene, five steps and one painting, birds singing and flowers, moving to change the scenery, like a paradise, but also occupy an excellent geographical location, can take in the beautiful scenery of West Lake.

In Suzhou and Hangzhou City, this club is very famous, the threshold is also very high, it is not open to the public, only receiving VIP members, and the annual fee of the annual membership card alone is as high as one million.

Rao is so, many billionaires are still rushing to buy membership cards, because the owner of this club is Song Pengcheng.

If you can meet Song Pengcheng here, you can make a lot of money if you talk about a project casually.

And now, Song Pengcheng, Song Shiyin and Qin Feng are sitting in the most exclusive box in the club.

The box is full of hundreds of square meters, the decoration is simple and elegant, the Huanghuali furniture is the antiques of the Ming and Qing dynasties, the walls are hung with the authentic works of famous families, the table is also lit with the incense transported from Siam, there is the effect of concentrating and calming.

"Come, little brother, I'll toast you!" Song Pengcheng raised his glass and took the initiative to toast.

Qin Feng took the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, and sighed: "Good wine! Fifty-year-old Moutai, the wine has a mellow aroma and leaves a fragrance on the teeth and cheeks!"

"Oh, the little brother is also a member of this way?"

Song Pengcheng raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised.

You must know that the fifty-year-old Moutai is worth a fortune, at least hundreds of thousands of Chinese coins can be auctioned, and there are very few surviving coins, which is not something that can be bought with money, and it is collected by those dignitaries.

Song Pengcheng relied on a lot of relationships to get this bottle, which is regarded as a treasure.

Today, Qin Feng saved his daughter, and he used it as a treat, but he didn't expect Qin Feng to recognize this wine at once, but this also revealed Qin Feng's amazing insight, which is definitely not an ordinary person.

For a while, Song Pengcheng was even more curious about Qin Feng's origin.

After a while, when he was full of wine and food, Song Pengcheng took out another document and pen, handed it to Qin Feng, and said, "Little brother, sign it!"

"What is this?" Qin Feng asked curiously.

"A copy of the "Equity Transfer Letter"!" Song Pengcheng said in a deep voice: "I swore before, if anyone can save Shiyin, I will give him half of the Pengcheng Group, I, Song Pengcheng, will never break my word! Little brother, now as long as you sign, you can own half of my net worth!"

Hearing this, Qin Feng shook his head, pushed the document back again, and said, "Mr. Song, this generous gift is too valuable, I can't accept it!"

"Huh?"

Song Pengcheng raised his eyebrows, he never expected Qin Feng to refuse, and hurriedly explained: "Little brother, do you know what you are refusing? Although I, Song Pengcheng, am not the richest man in Jiangnan, I also have a net worth of tens of billions! Half of my assets are five billion Huaxia coins, and having this wealth is enough for you to have fine clothes and food for your whole life, do you really want to refuse?"

In his opinion, as long as Qin Feng nodded, he could become a top rich, and no one in the world could refuse such a temptation!

However, hearing this, Qin Feng's eyes were still clear, and he said lightly: "Mr. Song, I am not looking for money to save Shiyin, even if she is not your daughter and just an ordinary person, I will make the same choice!

Speaking of this, Qin Feng paused, and his tone revealed unprecedented pride:

"A gentleman loves money, and he takes it in the right way! Unrighteous and rich, rich and noble to me like floating clouds!"