Feng Li narrowed his eyes, glanced around, looked at the surveillance camera, and raised an eyebrow.

'Ink, clear the surveillance footage for this period.

Then, use the teleportation function to throw all these people at the gate of the Feng family. '

[Yes, master.] Teleporting once will cost 100 Faith Points, will it still be teleported?]

Feng Li did not hesitate for a moment, and said:

'Still transmitting. '

Mo responded, and then manipulated the main machine in the study space and went to work.

After indifferently skimming the dying man on the ground, Feng Li picked up the package and walked away.

The dozen or so people behind him all disappeared in an instant, as if the world had evaporated.

What's even more surprising is that there is not a trace left on the ground, and it is as quiet as it was when it came.

No one knew that such a fierce fight could take place in such a calm alley.

The people sitting in the monitoring room were snoring and falling asleep, but they didn't know that a piece of monitoring data on the template was cleaned up and disappeared without a trace.

After Feng Li temporarily put the clothes he bought in a small store with a good reputation, he began to think about Feng Qiao's affairs.

'Ink, search for the location of Feng Qiao. '

Feng Li squinted his eyes, looking at the vast sea of people, and made a difficulty, after all, he was a road idiot...

[Ahem, yes, master.] ]

Mo, who was originally extremely serious, understood Feng Li's true thoughts, and his face was paralyzed and almost couldn't hold back.

[Search successfully, address: Xinhua Avenue Jiulong Luxury Hotel.] ]

Feng Li nodded, it is definitely not possible to go on foot. He looked around, his eyes lit up.

A black motorcycle with a delicate appearance and a stylish temperament was quietly placed there.

Feng Li thought for a while, wrote a note and put it under the car to press it with something.

The content of the note: I'm very sorry, temporarily borrow your car for a while, contact address: Fenghua Avenue No. 06 Street Fengjia.

Feng Li took a step, got on a motorcycle, put on a helmet, held the dragon head, and galloped away.

A teenager with a bottle of Wahaha in his hand wears a hip-hop hat, has black hair, and has an uninhibited face.

Looking at the black motorcycle speeding away, the young man was stunned for a moment, his mouth opened wide, and Wahaha's bottle fell to the ground in response.

He hurriedly stepped forward to catch up, but the speeding motorcycle soon disappeared.

The young man gasped, inserted his waist, and roared loudly to the sky: "Ahhhh

The passers-by looked at him as if they were mentally retarded, and he walked to the place where he had just parked, only to find a pressed note on the ground.

The boy picked up the note, read its contents, and put the lollipop in his mouth.

The young man lifted his hip-hop hat on the spot, and his delicate face was a little deep.

"Feng Jia... The place the master is looking for..."

The young man took out his mobile phone and dialed a call from the top with the note of Lin Ye.

After the phone rang a few times, it was connected.

The boy took the lollipop out of his mouth, and said in a respectful voice to the person on the other end of the phone:

"Master Lin, I found the address of the Feng family."

In the middle of the night, on the other end of the phone, a man's deep and evil voice came:

"Hmm."

The young man was obviously accustomed to the cold attitude of his master, and said solemnly:

"What are the instructions for the next step?"

The man on the other end of the phone paused slightly, his eyes lifted slightly, and he said lazily:

"I'll put this matter aside for now."

After speaking, the man's jade hand pressed the hang up button.

The boy pursed his lips, put the lollipop back into his mouth, and hung up the phone without saying a word!