Chapter Sixty-Seven: Morning Greetings
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But in the backyard of He Zifeng's house, the nine figures stood so straight, He Zifeng didn't move, his eyes were fixed on the pear tree behind the eight people, and his eyes didn't blink, on the other hand, the eight people of Long Kui, all of them trembled with their hands and feet, their foreheads were sweaty, and the black shirt on their backs was even more tightly glued to their bodies.
He Zifeng's breathing was steady, his gaze did not shift in the slightest, his long coat was refreshing and clean, and there was not a drop of sweat on his forehead, he just stood like that, the wind was light, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.
Another hour passed, the sky was already bright, Tong Yaoling's body shook, and then he fell backwards with a snap, and just threw himself straight to the ground, panting heavily, what the is this bet on? After standing all night, Lao Tzu couldn't move!
It's okay if he doesn't say it, but as soon as he says this, the rest of them suddenly don't calm down.
Don't move! He Zifeng snorted lightly, it's not over yet, don't move.
He Ye ...... I can't do it, I throw in the towel! As soon as Hou Jiu said this, the whole person fell down like pushing a golden mountain and a jade pillar, smashing on the ground with a loud clang.
It was as if he had pushed a deck of dominoes, and with the fall of Hou Jiu, the other six people couldn't move and fell directly to the ground, Ma Wangye barely raised his head, and looked at He Zifeng with one eye like a ghost, He, He Ye, stop, we all admit defeat.
He Zifeng didn't speak, he suddenly took a step forward, the bones of his whole body crackled, he looked at a few people indifferently, and his voice was low, a few of you, except for Xiaoliu, I know that you don't really follow me, there is no need to force yourself, I am used to being free alone, besides, people who can't even stand on their feet are indeed not qualified to follow me.
The human nature of the gang, especially the Green Gang who dare to fight against the Japanese, and the few sitting on the ground are all the leaders of the young generation of the Green Gang, He Zifeng's words really made them a little unbearable, Tong Yaoling was the earliest, and now he is the first to jump out, in his opinion, He Zifeng's words are aimed at him.
You can't kill anyone just by standing, Master He! Please advise!
Tong Yaoling didn't say much, he had never been a person of many words, as soon as he finished speaking, a whip leg swept directly towards He Zifeng, Xiao Liu opened his mouth to stop it, but Tong Yaoling's movements were too fast, and before the words could be spoken, the right leg went straight to He Zifeng's shoulder with the sound of whirring wind.
But then, something incredible happened, Tong Yaoling's leg whip seemed to be thrown out halfway, only to find that He Zifeng was gone!
Before the person could react, he suddenly felt that his feet were empty, and the whole person fell backwards, and was about to adjust his posture, He Zifeng bent down and appeared in front of him, and then his body suddenly opened, and his feet stepped on his chest together, so neatly and neatly stepped on him directly to the ground.
In the eyes of others, He Zifeng just quickly shortened his body, and then a sweeping leg tripped Tong Yaoling, and then bounced up, spun half a circle in the appropriate mid-air, and stomped Tong Yaoling down, this picture was as if Tong Yaoling was floating there waiting for He Zifeng to step on it.
Strength, speed, angle, grasp the right for you, like a stroke of genius!
Ignoring Tong Yaoling's scream, He Zifeng took a step back, his tone was still flat, seventy-two Tan legs, heavy on one leg, your lower plate is so unstable, where does Tan leg still have strength?!
Everyone couldn't help but be dumbfounded, no one thought that the ordinary He Zifeng actually had this hand, Hou Qi's eyes were round, and suddenly his body exploded, and he was in mid-air, his claws danced in turn, and then he reached out with one hand and grabbed He Zifeng's neck directly.
Similarly, when the hand was halfway out, a hand suddenly reached over, directly interlocking with Hou Qi's ten fingers, and was just about to press his wrist, but he found that the other party's fingers were clamped as tightly as steel, and a sharp pain came from the five fingers, Hou Qi screamed, and his body was pulled by He Zifeng and tripped to the ground.
Long Kui was really shocked, is this really He Ye in front of him? He suddenly remembered Tu Tianchong's words, before leaving, Tu Tianchong had said, when you get to He Ye, be respectful, he is not a simple person!
At that time, I didn't pay attention to it, and there was nothing simple about a watchmaker, but now that I see it, I can't be more wrong.
A person, in life and work, there is a state, some people call it habit, some people call it reaction, and some people call it conditioned reflex.
Just like now, He Zifeng knocked down the two of them in a flash of lightning, Ma Wangye took out his gun almost reflexively, and Xiao Liu's words finally shouted, Ma Xiaoyun, what do you want to do?
Before the words landed, Ma Wangye found that a hand was pressed on his Browning, crackling for a while, He Zifeng held the gun body for a while, and the bullet jumped out scramblingly, and then his wrist flipped over, Ma Wangye let go in pain, and when he looked again, the gun had turned into a pile of parts scattered on the ground.
He Zifeng stood there and threw the last part in his hand on the ground, and there was no more sound in the courtyard, and the eight people looked at He Zifeng in horror.
He looked up at the sky, and suddenly smiled, it's eight o'clock, I should go for breakfast, said, ignored Xiao Liu and the others, and walked out like this, several people looked at each other, only Xiao Liu stood up, nodded the rest of the people with his fingers, and chased He Zifeng.
Long Kui was still standing there, he felt that everything was so illusory, a clockmaker, a teahouse owner, actually put down three of the elite of the young generation of the Green Gang in a few minutes, what a terrifying thing, what would happen if the Green Gang touched this person's reverse scales? Long Kui shuddered suddenly, and two words suddenly popped out of his mind that he had never thought of, Destroy the Gang!
Dalong, what does he mean by this? Qian Xiaoyi looked at Long Kui and then at the gate, he was a rough man and didn't understand the meaning at all.
Tong Yaoling stood up, kicked his legs, looked up at the sky, and said with a smile, He Ye is right, it's time for breakfast, I'll serve him white porridge.
Long Kui looked sideways at Tong Yaoling, then at Hou Qi with a painful face, and then at Ma Wangye, who had just recovered from the shock, and asked the two of them with a grin, would you like to go together?
Wang Xiaodao on the side shrugged his shoulders, I don't know if they are going or not, anyway, I am going to go, saying, the person has arrived at the door, Long Kui laughed, and also chased after him.
He Zifeng didn't walk fast, he knew that these people needed time to think, out of the alley, just sat down in the roadside stall, there was a chaotic footstep behind him, turned his head to look, but saw the eight men rushing straight towards him, and finally stood half a meter away from his position, lined up, and neatly hugged his fist.
He Ye, please !! early
He Zifeng smiled, smiled sincerely, he stood up, dusted off the hem of his long coat, and then hugged his fist at the eight people.
Early!