At this time, on the other side, a black car came and intercepted Feng Qiao's car.

After the two strong men knocked the people in the car unconscious, they entered the basement of the hotel without covering their eyes.

……

These people didn't have real kung fu, and after a while, they were quickly solved by Fengli.

Feng Li looked lazily at the person who fell to the ground, and her thin lips opened slightly.

"Heh, vulnerable."

His voice is low, with the immaturity of a teenager, and his unique charm.

The jade hand of the wind lifted the bangs against the cheeks to the back of the head, revealing a smooth and full forehead.

And the cold and evil eyes were also undoubtedly revealed in front of everyone, what a posture this is.

Feng Li stepped on everyone's bodies, and slowly walked towards the leader with a calm expression.

The leader retreated in terror, his legs damaged by the vigorous exercise, and his hands kept stretching forward, trying to crawl forward.

Feng Li took a step forward, and he took a step forward in horror.

Feng Li walked up to the man, and stepped on the man's back with his delicate black shoes.

The instep of the wind slowly grinded against the bones in the man's back, and the starry eyes shrank suddenly, and the man screamed miserably, and his shoulder blade broke in response.

"Ahhh

The man was foaming at the mouth, and Feng Li saw that he was about to faint, so he squatted down slightly, and pulled his hair with his hands, forcing him to raise his head.

"Tell me, where is Wind Joe."

Feng Li's eyes narrowed slightly, and his handsome face carried a touch of ruthless and ruthless mockery.

The man struggled for a moment, and then, with difficulty, pointed his hand in one direction, and said in a weak voice:

"Mrs. Liu wants us to send a car to take Miss Feng Qiao back home, this time should come."

Feng Li raised his eyebrows, pulled out the mobile phone in the man's clothes, and kicked the mobile phone in front of the man, his thin lips opened slightly, and his voice was cold.

"Call the guy over there."

Under Feng Li's coercive gaze, the man trembled and picked up his mobile phone and dialed the phone.

"Hey, Wang Ping, I'm Liu Yang, has Miss Feng Qiao received home?"

Liu Yang was shocked, and an unfamiliar man's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Who are you! Oh! You're in the same league as the people we've kidnapped! Lao Tzu told you! No way! Phew!"

In a luxury hotel, two strong men sit leisurely in their rooms, playing cards, with a man and a little girl tied next to them.

One of the strong men spat angrily and quickly pressed the hook-up button on his phone.

"Erxiang, the phone of our kidnapper rang. I took it, I think it's with him. ”

If Feng Li was there, he would definitely recognize this strong man who was talking, and this strong man was Brother Long who was looking for trouble with Feng Li in the alley last time.

The man sitting on the side sneered, smoked a cigarette, looked at Feng Qiao, who was tied with his mouth covered on one side, and then looked at the strong man in front of him and said:

"What about the gang, it's not rubbish, who would know we're here?

Dalong, you don't have any relationship with Feng Xi, the young master of the Feng family, now?

This is the most favored young lady in their Feng family, you dare to tie it up!"

"Cut, don't mention that stinky boy!

Last time, I didn't succeed in bullying that little white face, and that stinky boy just shook his face and left!

This time, I tied up his sister and definitely taught him a lesson!"

After the two finished speaking, they laughed proudly twice and continued to play cards.

On the other side, seeing that the phone was hung up, Liu Yang was not calm all of a sudden.

"Ahhh The reward that Madame Liu gave me must be gone! Miss Feng Qiao has been tied up by someone else!"

Feng Li kicked him with a look of annoyance, and Liu Yang fainted suddenly.