And at this time, the villa is in the underground cellar.

The mother and daughter of the An family are in a state of anxiety and tension.

Just now, the sound of killing and violent explosions outside were clearly heard in their ears.

The situation is tense and life and death are at stake.

Anya hugged her sister An Ran tightly and kept comforting her.

But at this time, she herself was a little weak and trembling slightly.

Mr. Xu is gone, but he still hasn't come back for so long?

He said he'd be back in two minutes.

But at this moment, five minutes have passed.

He has always been very punctual.

Also, there was a violent and earth-shattering explosion outside the villa.

The sound made the hearts of the mother and daughter almost tremble.

What's going on outside? Is the situation a win or a loss?

However, at this moment, suddenly the cellar door was slowly opened.

A familiar figure appeared at the door.

"There were some surprises and there was a delay of a few minutes." Xu Feng's eyes were calm, with a smoke ring in his mouth, and he said slowly.

When this man appeared, the panic and worry in Anya's heart finally let go completely.

This man is still there, and everything seems to be free of any threat.

But when Anya approached him, she found that his clothes were torn and torn.

Through his clothes, he could faintly see the blood stains on his body.

"You, injured?!" Anya's beautiful eyes were glazed, confused, and nervous as she looked at him.

In her eyes, this man is so strong that he is invincible, and this man is impossible to get hurt at all.

But at this moment, Xu Feng was covered in blood and his clothes were torn?!

This made Anya's pretty face suddenly pale, and an inexplicable emotion in her heart was touched.

Anya's eyes were red and filled with mist.

"Minor injuries, no problem." Xu Feng took a deep breath of his cigarette, and didn't seem to pay attention to the blood stains all over his body.

"I'll take you to the hospital right away!" Anya was anxious and tried to take Xu Feng to the hospital.

This man, trying to protect them, was seriously injured. How can she, Anya, sit idly by?

But Xu Feng slowly spit out a puff of smoke rings and refused indifferently.

"It's just a small injury, why bother?"

He only needed a few hours of meditation and rest to recover from this injury.

"Tonight, go to my villa and rest."

Xu Feng took a deep breath of his cigarette and said slowly.

Then he turned away.

Indeed, at this time, Anjia Manor was in a mess.

The window glass was shattered, and there was a bloody slaughter outside the villa, and corpses were strewn everywhere.

There is no way to continue living in such a scene.

Anya took her mother and sister and followed Xu Feng and walked out from the back garden of the villa.

Because at the gate of the villa at this time, there were corpses all over the ground, and it was impossible to walk at all. So, Xu Feng took them and left through the back door.

After taking An's mother and daughter to his villa and settling down.

Xu Feng turned back to the scene of Anjia Manor.

He stepped on his leather shoes and walked to the gate of the manor.

At this time, the group of An family's bodyguards looked solemn, ready to deal with the corpses all over the ground.

The remains of hundreds of corpses were piled up on the ground.

It is unimaginable that the lives of these dozens or hundreds of corpses were all killed by the hands of one person.

"These corpses, put them in the truck for me, and store them." Xu Feng took a cigarette in his mouth, his eyes were gloomy, and he said suddenly.

"Yes." The head of the bodyguard, Pang Feng, nodded his head and said extremely respectfully.

At this moment, they regarded Xu Feng as a god.

Slaughter hundreds of assassins in the blink of an eye! What is this, not God?

"Sir, do these corpses need to be sent to the crematorium?" Pang Feng bowed and asked solemnly and carefully.

"Nope." Xu Feng's eyes were gloomy, and he took a deep breath of smoke rings.

"Keep it, and the courtesy will be exchanged."

His voice was calm, and his eyes slowly stared at the full moon in the dark sky.

Late at night, the Huang family's mansion.

A huge golden glazed coffin is still quietly placed in the center of the house.

Huang Fei's body is still lying in the coffin.

People cannot be resurrected after death, and it stands to reason that the body should be cremated three days later.

However, Huang Baiming did not do that.

He wanted to use Xu Feng's blood to commemorate his son's body before his son was cremated.

As long as Xu Feng doesn't die for a day, then his son won't be cremated for a day!

In front of the ice coffin, there is a mahogany desk.

Huang Baiming sat cross-legged on his knees, just sitting at the desk, the moonlight pouring, boiling wine and burning incense.

He had been sitting in front of the coffin and had been with his son all night.

Life and death, father is deeply affectionate.

These days, Huang Baiming tried to sow the seeds himself, but to no avail.

So, he could only frantically look for the little third woman that his son had raised before his death, and see if there was a woman who had been played with by his son and caused her to become pregnant.

He desperately needs the Huang family's incense inheritance.

But helplessly, his son Huang Fei played with too many women before his death, hundreds or thousands.

Searched for whole days with no results.

And tonight, he was waiting, another piece of good news.

Huang Baiming lightly picked up the wine glass and poured the hot and boiling rice wine on the ground.

"Fei'er, you can rest in peace tonight."

Huang Baiming's eyes were dark and deep, and a terrifying cold light flickered.

"Xu Feng's corpse should be delivered soon. As a Father, I will personally skin him, draw his tendons, and sacrifice your dead soul with his blood. ”

"And that Anya, for the father will replace you, personally sow the seeds, and let her conceive the third-generation bloodline seed of my Huang family." In Huang Baiming's eyes, hideous appeared.

Tonight's game is under control.

The military high-performance explosives that spent hundreds of millions of dollars and sneaked in from overseas were enough to blow up Xu Feng into a pile of flesh and blood.

No matter how much he matches, he can't resist the explosive power of Black Lock Gold!

Thinking of this, Huang Baiming's eyes were cold and gloomy, and he poured the wine again and drank it all in one gulp.

"Report!"

At this moment, outside the dark corridor, a rapid announcement sounded.

Immediately afterwards, a servant with a solemn face hurriedly rushed into the house.

Huang Baiming slowly poured himself a glass of warm rice wine.

"What's the matter, has Xu Feng's body been delivered?" His voice was faint, and he raised his glass indifferently and sipped his wine.

"Anya, was he captured alive?"

Huang Baiming tonight has two purposes.

1. Capture Anya alive.

Second, kill Xu Feng.

Tonight, he dispatched hundreds of elite family assassins, plus a whole cart of terrifying black-locked gold military explosives.

Everything is like catching a turtle in an urn.

However, the subordinate trembled and fell to his knees.

"All the 130 brothers sent out are dead." The subordinate voice trembled with horror and trembled.

Rumble!

Hearing this, Huang Baiming's pupils shrank suddenly!

"What?!" He slammed the ceramic wine bowl in his hand into pieces!

Hundreds of top master members were all sacrificed??!

"What about Xu Feng? I want to know, is he dead?! Huang Baiming's pupils were hideous, and his voice was as terrifying as a beast.

The palm of his hand had been pierced by ceramic shards, and it was bloody.

It was a great rage, a murderous intent.

Tonight, the hundreds of members sent out are all top masters of the Huang family.

However, at this moment, no one came back safely??

This is simply a heavy blow to the Huang family.

One hundred and thirty top masters, all sacrificed?

"Is Xu Feng dead or alive?! Say! Huang Baiming rushed to his subordinates and grabbed his subordinates' necks, his eyes as hideous as demons.

The man's body trembled with fear, and he was so frightened that he couldn't even speak.

"Jingle bell!" At this moment, the mobile phone on the desk rang suddenly.

Huang Baiming threw his subordinates away, and then walked quickly to the desk and picked up the mobile phone.

"Who?"

At this moment, Huang Baiming's face was furious, like a beast out of control, in the middle of the night, who dared to call him?

If he can't tell why, he'll make the caller die a bad death.

"Mr. Huang, don't come unharmed." On the phone, an elegant and indifferent voice came.

When, hear this voice. Huang Baiming's pupils contracted suddenly!

The murderous machine is all over it, as if it exploded and emerged in an instant.

"Xu Feng?!" Huang Baiming's facial expression was distorted.

Green tendons emerged from his forehead and spread all the way to his neck!

This, the voice of the young man turned to ashes, he recognized it!

However, what Huang Baiming didn't expect was even more. Xu Feng, is he still alive?!

He, even dare to call himself?!

"I didn't expect that Mr. Huang could still remember me."

On the phone, Xu Feng's voice was calm and quiet, as if he was catching up with his friends.

"Mr. Huang, I accepted your gift for tonight."

"However, it seems that some of these gifts are not up to the mark."

In the speaker of the phone, Xu Feng's voice was tsk, "Could it be that your Huang family doesn't have a high-grade person?" When these ants are sent, I flick my fingers and wipe them out, which is really boring. ”

This is simply a provocation.

Unbridled provocation, irony.

"Xu Feng!" Huang Baiming's face was fierce and hideous, and he slammed the mobile phone to smithereens!!

"Ahh Huang Baiming looked up to the sky and roared, that was an endless terrifying killing machine!

"Poof." Under the anger and urgency, Huang Baiming spurted out a mouthful of old blood, and his body staggered backwards.

"Sir!" Huang Yun's old body stepped forward quickly and supported Huang Baiming.

"Master, take care of your body! Don't be angry! Huang Yun carefully supported the head of the family and anxiously persuaded.

Huang Baiming's eyes were blood-red, and the entire front of his clothes was stained with blood.

He is the head of the Huang family.

A century-old family, a hero above 10,000 people.

But tonight, a young man in his early twenties was so angry that he vomited blood!

If this spreads, I am afraid it will shake the entire half of the sky in the south of the Yangtze River.

"Xu Feng, if I don't kill you, I, Huang Baiming, swear not to be a person! Yes!! Huang Baiming looked up to the sky and howled angrily, and the blood in his mouth gushed out again.

Anger is extremely attacking, and blood is surging.

At this moment, the head of the Huang family, the top hero who has been rampant in the rivers and lakes for decades, felt the feeling of grief and indignation for the first time.

The assassination that cost hundreds of millions of dollars and sacrificed the lives of hundreds of the Huang family's top masters failed!

What's even more hateful is that the killer of the enemy dared to call to provoke and ridicule?!

This, is it almost as if his Huang family is an ant?!

"Poof!" Huang Baiming was furious, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Sir, meditate! Take care! Huang Yun's old face was anxious, and he stretched out his fingers and pointed points on the old man's body to dredge his blood and dissolve his blood.

After a long time, Huang Baiming finally eased his consciousness from his violent anger.

At this time, he was covered in blood, and even his beard had been stained dark red with blood.

He gasped, holding back the fury in his heart.

"The corpse of the second son of the old man can't be dragged on any longer. It's hot now, and if you leave it any longer, the corpse will rot. Huang Yun supported the old man, his face was solemn, and he slowly persuaded.

Indeed, in the scorching heat, human corpses cannot be stored for too long.

Even if it is an ice coffin, it cannot preserve the body permanently.

After all, it will stink.

After all, it will rot.

Now, in the entire courtyard of the Huang family's house, there is almost a faint smell of corpses.

Huang Baiming's pupils were bloodshot, and he glanced at his son's ice coffin fiercely and coldly.

He is unwilling after all.

Don't use Xu Feng's blood to pay tribute to his son. He Huang Baiming is unwilling.

The hundred-year-old Huang family, how could they have suffered such humiliation?!

"Tomorrow, a tofu feast will be held. Banquet guests from all walks of life and send Fei'er on her last ride. ”

Finally, Huang Baiming let out a long sigh, his voice was hoarse and old, and he said complicatedly.

Luhai customs, two days before the funeral of the deceased, a beautiful tofu banquet will be held.

Banquet, invite relatives and friends, guests from all parties, participate in the tofu feast, farewell to the deceased, the last journey.

Huang Baiming has been dragging on and never holding a banquet, in order to wait for the attack on Xu Feng.

But now, the assassination attack failed.

The body of the son can not be dragged down.

He could only hold a tofu banquet according to the custom, in desperation.