Han Feng was not surprised, but walked straight into the house.

GHERFLOR flooring, Sophia sofas, Philips chandeliers, and so on, this villa not only looks luxurious on the outside, but also on the inside.

The lights in the room were fully turned on, as if to welcome Han Feng.

"It's nice here, isn't it?" Suddenly, a young man of the same age as Han Feng was wearing a set of pajamas, holding a bottle of 82-year-old boutique Lafite in one hand and two tall feet in the other, and was walked down the stairs next to the gate.

Han Feng raised his head and looked at the young man who walked down from the upper floor, his eyes suddenly narrowed, this young man's appearance was exactly the same as the human skin mask worn by Jiang Longwei that Han Feng killed on the plane.

"Just sit down, we haven't seen each other for five years, right?" The young man walked past Han Feng and greeted him warmly: "I have been saving this Lafite for a long time, if I didn't know that you were going to come, I wouldn't have been willing to take it out." ”

"Looks like you've been doing pretty well over the years. Han Feng smiled, walked to the sofa and sat down.

"It's all foolishness. The young man expertly opened the cap of the red wine bottle and said with a smile as he poured it.

"It's good, it's good wine. Han Feng took a sip and said.

"It's a must, and your guests must be entertained with the best wine. The young man laughed.

The atmosphere in the hall of the entire villa was very harmonious, and Han Feng and the young man were like good friends who had not seen each other for many years, chatting while drinking, as if they were here to seek revenge.

It wasn't until a bottle of expensive red wine bottomed out that the atmosphere in the hall became more subtle, and the two of them tacitly agreed to put the goblet on the table.

After chatting and drinking, what do you do with the rest of the time?

Both were smiling and looking at each other.

Suddenly.

Both moved.

The two of them put their feet on the expensive chairs at the same time, and then jumped and somersaulted to the back of the couch.

"It seems that we have a tacit understanding. The young man looked at Han Feng and said with a smile.

"Isn't it time to work? Thank you for your hospitality. As soon as Han Feng's words fell, his body walked towards the young man.

"Actually, I also want to see if the butcher who has been sitting on the number for four years is still not the butcher who used to be omnipotent. The young man looked at Han Feng and said casually, he would never be a passive party, he couldn't wait to fight with Han Feng for a long time.

The young man's name is Cerfes, he is an Italian, he has learned Western martial arts techniques all his life, this is the second time he has challenged Han Feng, he must win, otherwise the fate that awaits him will be destruction, so he roared and rushed towards Han Feng. Westerners' fighting skills are obviously different from those of the Easterners, who focus more on the attack of the hands and ignore the role of the feet, and often have an unstable game. However, it is really difficult to judge who is superior and inferior in Western boxing and Chinese boxing, after all, there are many Chinese masters who are defeated in Western boxing, otherwise Kerfes would not have been able to beat the two ultimate killers in Huaxia in the killer world.

However, in front of Han Feng, these Western boxing techniques are obviously not so effective. Because Han Feng has been accepting tasks since he was seventeen years old, and in the five years from the age of seventeen to the age of twenty-three, there are five or six hundred thorns that died in his hands, and Han Feng still has a great understanding of Western boxing. The other party, in addition to being proficient in speaking Huaxia, knows very little about Huaxia's competitive skills. In battle, knowing oneself and knowing that the other side can survive a hundred battles is a wise saying. What's more, Han Feng used to be the captain of the Huaxia Dragon Group, nicknamed the butcher, can his skills be weak? This is obviously impossible.

Western boxing moves are simple and powerful, Han Feng is naturally not stupid enough to fight with him, although he may not necessarily lose, but it will undoubtedly waste his physical strength, after all, he still has a gunshot wound on his body. Therefore, when Kerfis attacked with a fist, Han Feng naturally dodged and chose to break through the middle lane.

There is a saying in karate that it is better to break the middle path than to attack the three paths. Although Han Feng has not learned karate, but karate is passed on from Huaxia, this lean sentence is naturally passed from Huaxia, Han Feng does not know the authentic ancient Chinese martial arts, he has learned all kinds of killing skills in his life, but he has also studied, although he does not say the essentials of the depth, but he has also experienced.

Han Feng dodged his attack, leaned forward, approached the young man, elbowed his arm joint, and then took advantage of the momentum to bring an elbow to his ear.

Kelviston felt a buzzing in his ears, and his head suddenly became a little unconscious. Before he could react, he saw Han Feng kick him hard, Rao is weight of about one hundred and seventy pounds, and he was still kicked out by Han Feng.

"Bang~"

"Squeak~"

Cerfes's body slammed into the sofa in the hall of the villa, and a dull crash and the couch sounded loudly.

"Phew~"

SOON KERFIZ SHOOK HIS HEAD AND GOT UP FROM THE GROUND, SPAT A MOUTHFUL OF BLOOD ON THE EXPENSIVE GHERFLOR FLOOR, AND REACHED OUT TO RUB HIS SOMEWHAT DEAF EARS.

"I didn't expect that after four years, your skills will be sharper. Cerfis stared at Han Feng with burning eyes, his body as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, and he was very excited.

It's been a long time since he's met such a tough opponent.

"Come on, my most respected opponent!" Cerfes let out a low roar, clenched his fist, and smashed a straight fist towards Han Feng, the fist wind was as powerful as the wind blowing sand.

Obviously, this is the style of Cerfes!

Han Feng, who was familiar with the habits of Cerfes, was not so stupid to fight him, after all, he still had injuries on his body, so he dodged at the first time.

Even though Han Feng's dodge was fast enough, Cerfes's fist still grazed Han Feng's face, and Han Feng's face was in pain when the strong fist wind blew.

Obviously, Cerfes has undergone super training in the past four years, and his shooting speed and fist power are more than one or two times stronger than before!

A punch missed, Cerfes did not pause, the iron fist continued to swing, still as fierce as simple, but the force was strong enough to kill anyone with one punch!

Han Feng slipped under his feet again, and after dodging Kelfes's second punch, his body flashed to the side, winding to the left of Kelfes, and when his body got up again, a dagger appeared in his hand at some point.

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