The hand that sanitized Luo Yangyang's face was stroked.

As for it?

Jiang Haifeng asked him if it was too much?

Without waiting for the canonization to make a move in person, Ma Feng saw that the canonization hand suddenly suddenly, and he quickly stepped forward in understanding.

Because of Ma Feng's previous kick, Jiang Haifeng still fell to the ground and didn't get up, he flew up again and kicked Jiang Haifeng hard.

"Ahh

Jiang Haifeng only felt a cold wind suddenly blowing beside him, and before he could react to what was going on, the entire right side of his face suddenly went numb.

Ma Feng's feet were too strong and too fierce, and Jiang Haifeng was kicked to the ground with just one foot.

After kicking Jiang Haifeng to the ground, Ma Feng was still angry, raised his left foot, and stepped Jiang Haifeng's face that was still lying on the ground.

"Hmm......" Jiang Haifeng just wanted to raise his head, but now he was trampled closer to the wet ground.

Jiang Haifeng, who was lying on his side, had his left face close to the ground, and his right face was trampled under his feet by Ma Feng.

"Let go!" He couldn't move his head, but Jiang Haifeng's hands could still move, and he quickly raised the M9 pistol in his hand, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at Ma Feng.

Ma Feng glanced coldly at the muzzle of the gun pointing at him, and his gaze fell on Jiang Haifeng's hideous face.

He stepped harder under his feet, and suppressed Jiang Haifeng fiercely with one foot, not afraid of the other party's muzzle pointing at him.

In front of Ma Feng, Jiang Haifeng has completely become a powerless person, and he doesn't need other shots, he alone can completely abuse Jiang Haifeng.

"Get your feet away for me!" The M9 pistol had already been loaded by Jiang Haifeng, and his head was trampled so that he couldn't move, threatening Ma Feng with a fierce voice.

Jiang Haifeng didn't want to die yet, so if it wasn't until the last moment, he wouldn't shoot.

Because he couldn't ignore it, there were four guns in the room, aimed at his head from beginning to end.

The hateful thing is that neither the canonization himself nor these black suit subordinates actually put him and the pistol in his hand in their eyes.

I really thought he wouldn't shoot, didn't he?

The shouting, threats, and fights beside him didn't seem to affect the canonization, and his cold eyes condensed on Luo Yangyang's right shoulder.

Feng Sheng frowned coldly, thinking about whether to pull out the dagger now.

In case he pulls it out and bleeds heavily, but if he doesn't pull it out, the dagger is inserted so deeply, and he holds the little thing down, what if he accidentally hurts her twice.

The atmosphere in the small room on the second floor was on the verge of a stalemate.

Outside the factory, another black sedan stopped downstairs, and it was the three Yaquan who were chasing the butt of the canonized car.