This sentence is not to mention Feng Henian, it is also a great disrespect to any ordinary old man, but Zhang Han sniffed the dragon well as if he had done nothing, drank it all in one gulp and put the teacup upside down on the table.

"Boy, dare to speak to Uncle Feng like this, tired of it? Brothers, give it to me! ”

Lao Qi said hello, and several strong men came out from all directions, some with sticks and machetes, and some with pistols, which seemed to be prepared in advance, waiting to come out and solve Zhang Han at any time.

"Look for death, get out of here."

Lao Qi showed a smug look and said slowly.

"Don't, Uncle Feng, it's boring to let him roll, leave it to me, I'll let him taste the taste of life is better than death!"

"I told you to get out!" Feng Henian's breath was weak, and he suddenly let out a roar, and his pale face without a trace of blood was full of anger.

"Ah what? I? Before Lao Qi could react to what was going on, Feng Henian picked up the teapot and smashed it over, and his face was full of rotten tea leaves and tea, and he hurriedly retreated while wiping his hands indiscriminately.

"Yes, yes, yes... And you guys get out of here! ”

A group of thugs put away their fierceness and hurriedly retreated, ostensibly Feng Henian intended to save Zhang Han, but only the two of them knew what was going on.

Lao Qi's babbling appearance and limited strength are okay to deal with ordinary people, but if it is replaced by Zhang Han... Those broken guns were not much stronger than sticks in Zhang Han's eyes, if he really did it just now, Lao Qi would already be a cold corpse.

"How can I drink tea when the teapot is gone?"

Feng Henian gestured to the servant, and immediately brought a new pot of tea.

Feng Henian personally took the teapot and said.

"My Black Feather Gang wants the wind and rain to be nectar in Hainan, and the five branches are recruiting wise men from all over the world..."

"Stop! You better talk in the vernacular, just say what you want to do, don't beat around the bush with me. ”

Feng Henian personally turned Zhang Han's teacup upside down and poured him a cup, giving him enough face.

With Feng Henian's qualifications and status, pouring tea for a junior is hard to imagine what he is thinking.

"If you want to do something together, please drink this cup..."

Zhang Han almost cursed, I don't know what kind of illness this old man is committing, and the ears of people who are full of words want to vomit.

Without thinking about it, he picked up the teacup handed over by Feng Henian and drank it all, Feng Henian was just about to laugh happily, but Zhang Han blurted out.

"What kind of conspiracy, I'm not interested, I'm just here this time by my grandfather, give me a pen and a piece of paper..."

"You know me?" Feng Henian was a little surprised, Zhang Han nodded, picked up the pen and paper, and prescribed a Chinese medicine prescription in cursive like flowing water, the font was simple and elegant, revealing a bit of aura, but who could understand this kind of wild grass except for the people in the pharmacy?

"My grandfather said, the last time I talked to you, I thought you might not live long, let me prescribe a prescription for you to recuperate, and I must let you watch the Black Feather Gang disappear from Hainan with your own eyes!"

Feng Henian's eyelids jumped when he heard this, Zhang Han handed him the prescription, and when he stretched out his thin arm to catch it, he inadvertently revealed the needle eye on his arm, and Zhang Han secretly said that it was really the same as he guessed.

"Your blood deficiency is enough to deal with it, don't use the blood of young people to transfuse into your body in the future, not only will it be no good, but other people's blood will aggravate and deplete the true yang in your body."

Cherry grabbed a snack in her left hand and a Coke in her right hand as if she came out for a picnic, not caring about what was going on around her until Zhang Han twisted her ears and pulled her up.

"Let's go, I haven't eaten enough!"