"Kill you? I'm not crazy. Qin Feng looked at the arrogant Ding Cheng and said, "This is a public place, and killing someone is subject to legal sanctions." If I really wanted to kill you, I wouldn't kill you here. Instead, they wait until the dead of night to secretly kill you. ”

"Since you don't dare to kill me, what are you doing with a gun to my head?" Ding Cheng said: "I don't like it very much when people put a gun at my head. ”

Bang!

The butt of the gun in Qin Feng's hand slammed into Ding Cheng's head, and blood flowed out instantly.

Under the heavy blow, Ding Cheng's body did not fall, but just shook two steps to the side, and then stood firmly again. It can be said that he is a very tough person, and in today's society, people like him are rare.

"Yo, it's pretty hard." Qin Feng smiled: "I like others to be stiff with me the most." Although I will not shoot you, I can still compare whether it is your head that is hard or the butt of the gun in my hand that is hard. ”

After the words fell, the butt of the gun in Qin Feng's hand smashed into Ding Cheng's head again. There was another bang, and this time the strength was a little greater than the previous one, so that Ding Cheng did not stand firm and sat directly on the ground.

Immediately after, Qin Feng's expression changed, no longer the kind that didn't matter if he smiled, but was as cold as ice. It gives the illusion that after seeing his face, it feels like the temperature around him has dropped a bit.

The two bodyguards brought by Ding Cheng must not let Qin Feng insult Ding Cheng like this. The gun-wielding bodyguard guarding the door directly aimed his gun at Qin Feng, intending to finish Qin Feng out.

But for a moment, Qin Feng didn't even turn his head, he just stretched his arm back and shot at the bodyguard. With a snap, the bullet shot out of the muzzle, but instead of hitting the bodyguard, it knocked the gun out of his hand.

In terms of shooting skills, Qin Feng can be compared to those excellent snipers. In the past 10,000 years, he has a certain understanding of most of the world's guns, whether it is a pistol or a submachine gun, he has disassembled, and can even assemble it with his eyes closed.

Therefore, the gun is in Qin Feng's hand, just like a lost tadpole finding its mother, it is completely a feeling of integration.

"Qin Shao, you can't do it anymore." Xue Jin on the side hurriedly said. He was really frightened, according to Qin Feng's style of play, even if it was the butt of the gun, it could kill Ding Cheng.

In fact, he wanted to say Ding Cheng, his head has been smashed, so why don't you take it? As the so-called heroes don't suffer immediate losses, if you have the ability to turn back, you can get the field back. Now, if you have to go against Qin Feng, then he can only suffer the crime, and it will definitely not be Qin Feng's.

"Xue Jin, who gave you the courage to talk to me like this?" Qin Feng tilted his head and looked at Xue Jin and said, "Don't say that you are a marginal person, even Tang Zhendong is in front of me, he doesn't dare to speak like this." What's the matter, it's not enough to get beaten, is it? ”

In a word, Xue Jin shut up directly. However, he was very obedient to Qin Feng in his heart. Except for him, no one else here knew that Qin Feng was Tang Xiaoyou's boyfriend. Qin Feng's words just now were tantamount to distancing himself from him. In other words, no matter what Qin Feng did to Ding Cheng, it was his personal behavior and had nothing to do with Tang Zhendong's forces.

If Qin Feng knew what Xue Jin was thinking now, he would definitely say 'Serve Nima', he didn't think that way at all, don't figure out what others are thinking!

Now it seems that Qin Feng is not only strong in personal strength, but also a person who makes good use of his brain, and is simply the first choice for future heirs. It's right to think about it, how could a character like Tang Ye find a mediocre son-in-law. Being recognized by him is a symbol of strength in itself.

It's just that they couldn't imagine that Qin Feng's strength is even stronger than Ding Cheng. In front of Qin Feng, Ding Cheng was simply a weak chicken. What kind of nickname like Ding Bu'er is completely Ding Zhen'er!

Ding Cheng and his two bodyguards were also a little blind, weren't these two still sitting together drinking just now? Why did this person not recognize his six relatives in a blink of an eye? Training Xue Jin is the same as training his grandson, and Xue Jin doesn't dare to let go of a fart.

In this way, Ding Cheng has to re-evaluate Qin Feng's social status and background. An ordinary person, even if he has strong strength, has no background, can he dare to be so arrogant? Definitely don't dare.

However, before Ding Cheng could think about anything, the butt of the gun fell on his head again. Compared to the previous two times, the area of straining this time is more positive, and it is the center of the forehead.

The butt of the gun carried a huge force, overturning Ding Cheng's body. The moment he was hit, Ding Cheng's brain was blank and he didn't know anything.

Then, Qin Feng grabbed Ding Cheng's collar with his other hand, dragged him up from the ground, and then asked, "Are you still hard-mouthed?" ”

"Hard." Ding Cheng, who had eased up, still resisted.

Bang again!

The butt of the gun smashed into Ding Cheng's face, causing his head to twist and vomit blood.

"Is it still hard?" Qin Feng continued to ask.

"Hard." Ding Cheng turned his head and spat out a mouthful of bloody foam at Qin Feng's face.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

After several questions and answers, Ding Cheng's face was no longer human, worse than Xue Jin's three younger brothers. It felt like experiencing the ancient cane punishment with your face.

"Is it still hard?" Qin Feng asked again. His tone and expression remained unchanged, just as he had been when he first asked.

Ding Cheng's face was high and swollen, and he couldn't open his mouth. Qin Feng couldn't hear what he was saying at all, but he shook his head and added two notes, obviously it could only be 'not hard'.

The tough guy who was iron and strong was still bent by Qin Feng with the butt of his gun. Xue Jin, who didn't dare to intervene or speak, shook his head helplessly, didn't he still give in in in the end? So what's the point of him standing up for so long and being beaten so many times?

Of course, maybe Ding Cheng likes to use this way to connect with the ability to resist hits. But anyway, this incident has nothing to do with him until now, he took these three younger brothers to play the role of the melon-eating masses, and nothing else.

"It's not hard." Qin Feng thought for a while, let go of Ding Cheng's collar and said, "Okay, I'm in a good mood today, as long as you lose my clothes, I won't bother with you." ”

Seeing this, the two bodyguards hurriedly helped Ding Cheng up, and they had been by Ding Cheng's side for two years. In the past two years, they have witnessed countless times Ding Cheng beating others into such a picture, and Ding Cheng being beaten into such a picture is the first time they have seen it.