Ye Liufeng grabbed Zheng Rin's shirt with one hand, clenched his fist with the other, and slapped him on the cheek fiercely under the unknown gaze of everyone in the audience!

Zheng Rin took this punch without resistance, and his face was tilted to the side.

The punch was so hard and accurate that the corners of his mouth were already bleeding.

Phew-

Zheng Rin fell to the ground, turned his back to the audience, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Ye Liufeng didn't feel relieved at all when he saw him like this, leaned down and continued to grab his clothes, and another straight hook punch didn't hit the other cheek, but still hit the same place as just now.

His principle of fighting is that if you hit someone, you should hit the most painful place.

What's the most painful part? Of course, it's the original wound!

Therefore, he aimed at the same position on Zheng Rin's face, punch after punch, and hit it like crazy, heavier than the other.

The audience's reaction was this: "......"

They all opened their mouths wide and were so scared that they couldn't make sounds, okay?

This young man is really ruthless, if he continues to fight like this, the emperor's handsome face will become a pig's head, okay?

No, there seems to be a slight deviation in the focus of attention......

Oh my God, there are people who assassinate their emperor!

The Praetorian Guards' reaction was as sluggish as the audience, and by the time they came back to their senses and rushed to the high platform, Zheng Rin had been beaten to death, his face tilted to the side, and a large swollen lump made it look like a small mountain bag on his face when viewed from the side.

It should be extremely serious at this time, but what if you still want to laugh inexplicably?

No, the culprit must be caught first!

The Praetorian Guards had no trouble catching the culprit, for he had already beaten himself until his hands were weak and his whole body was weak.

It can be seen how ruthless he is!

"Take the assassins down!"

This assassin's force value is terrifyingly high at first glance, and if you don't do it at this time, when will you wait!

As soon as the captain of the Praetorian Guard waved his hand, two of his subordinates came over, one on the left and one on the right, and grabbed Ye Liufeng's arm, and was about to take him to the bottom of the high platform.

"......" Ye Liufeng was so tired that he didn't have the strength to speak, so he just rolled his eyes.

Assassin?

Are Zheng Rin's waste henchmen calling him?

He is a dignified head of the Ye family, but his hands are itchy and unbearable, and he just wants to beat up their boss, so he is regarded as an assassin?

If he is really an assassin, why don't he use his sword and use his fist?

Directly aim a sword at the heart and stab it, then it's a hundred!

Zheng Rin didn't know what terrible assumptions Ye Liufeng, who was so tired that he couldn't speak, had made a terrible idea about him in his heart, and he was still talking for him stupidly, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he almost couldn't even hear his own voice.

"Put people ...... Put it down...... He is...... My friend ......"

Damn, my vocal cords are going to be interrupted by this stinky boy!

Even at this time, he was still worried about Ye Liufeng's identity as the head of the family, and he didn't find out his family background.

As a result, the jaws of the Praetorian Guards, including the audience in the audience, all fell gorgeously......

This violent mad boy turned out to be a friend of His Majesty?!

That's right, otherwise he wouldn't have thrown away his sword and used his fists instead!

No, why is His Majesty's friend a violent maniac?

Don't...... Your Majesty is a masochist?

The audience in the audience was dazzled, smiling with honey on their faces, thinking that they had found something.

In fact, it's just idle and has nothing to do, and there are too many brain supplements.

Since they were friends, it was difficult for the Praetorian Guards to intervene, and they descended from the high platform with great momentum.

Alas, in this peaceful era, there is no place for it, how can this be broken?