"Captain, the number of bullet casings is normal, it's ten, but there are eight bullets missing, and there are eight bullet marks missing!"

A seasoned middle-aged policeman reports the results.

"What? Eight bullets are missing, and you can't even find bullet marks?"

Ding Yuting frowned, incomprehensible.

......

Outside Haizhou West Railway Station.

An ordinary boy, in his early twenties, stood quietly on the side of the road, as if waiting for a bus.

"I saw it! I saw it all!"

Lin Dong'er kept staring at him, and finally mustered up the courage.

"What did you see?" Xu Feng asked, turning around.

"The gangsters shoot at you, and the bullets are gone. Why didn't you die, you didn't even bleed?"

When Lin Dong'er spoke, her slender body trembled slightly.

That's a bullet!

One shot turned Liu Wei, who was full of muscles, into a bag begging for mercy all over the ground.

But why?

The gangsters obviously fired eight shots in a row, but he was unharmed.

Instead, the two gangsters, like a video fast-forward, fell down in an instant, paralyzed on the ground and convulsed like dead dogs.

All of this is too incredible to comprehend!

"Do you want to know?"

Xu Feng walked towards her step by step.

Surprisingly.

Lin Dong'er, who has always been timid, did not retreat.

She bit her lip lightly and said boldly, "Yes!"

"Open your hands!" Xu Feng said.

Lin Dong'er didn't think much about it, and opened her palm.

"Two hands together. Xu Feng said again.

"Oh!"

She did so again, holding her hands together.

Bang la!

Suddenly, a bullet.

One by one, it fell into her hands.

It is a 7.62 mm bullet used in the Type 54 pistol, and it is all disarmed bullets.

Each one, in perfect condition.

In Lin Dong'er's world, time seems to stand still at this moment.

She didn't know how to understand, how to think.

Everything in front of her was beyond her world.

As if resisting, the brain refused to admit the fact that he was in front of him - he, caught the bullet with his bare hands!

The rate of fire of a pistol bullet is comparable to the speed of sound.

The first time the gangster shot him, he hit the muscular man who was as strong as a cow directly to the ground, and his shoulder was covered with blood, and he passed out in pain.

The second time he shot, he directly pierced the thick high-speed iron glass.

But!

Eight shots, eight bullets, but they couldn't hurt the man in front of him.

was actually caught by him with his bare hands, volleyed.

Moreover, each of these warheads is intact, seems to be brand new, and did not come out of a pistol.

However, on the bullet, on both sides of the warhead, there are clearly visible fingerprints.

The 7.62 mm bullet made of hard copper-nickel alloy was fired at supersonic speed, firing eight shots in a row, but he caught them all with his bare hands and pinched out his fingerprints.

What kind of speed, what precision, what a measure against the sky?

"......Who the hell are you?"

Lin Dong'er raised her head and asked, but found that there was no one in front of her.

He's gone!

Like a glimpse in the air, it disappeared in front of me.

For a moment, Lin Dong'er suddenly felt that everything that had just happened seemed to be a dream.

But the bullet in his hand still has a faint residual warmth.

"I'll remember you!"

Lin Dong'er clenched the bullet and nodded vigorously.

......

A top-of-the-line Maybach S600, like a black phantom in the sun, skimmed the bustling streets and stopped in front of a towering building.

Genting Tower!

68 floors with a height of more than 330 meters.

It is enough to be included in the top ten skyscrapers in Haizhou.

However, this is only one of the industries in the name of the business tycoon.

Bite!

With a soft sound, the exclusive VIP elevator leading to the top floor stopped in front of an office door.

Genting Group, Office of the Chairman of the Board!

"Mr. Xu, it's here!"

The female assistant who led the way, closed the door and quietly withdrew.

What appeared in front of Xu Feng's eyes was not so much an office as a palace in the sky.

Magnificent, like a king coming to the world!

The middle-aged man who has been in the business world for decades stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, standing with his hands in his hands, overlooking the lights of the city.

"Mr. Xu, this is the reason why I invited you to come!"

Tang Fuxiong put an anonymous letter in front of Xu Feng.

The anonymous letter was simple and contained only one sentence – to withdraw from the Anibia copper mine project.

On the back of this sentence, is a photograph.

is a girl about twenty years old, cold and noble, like an iceberg beauty, a proud princess who rejects people thousands of miles away.

Between her eyebrows, there is obviously a bit of similarity with Tang Fuxiong.

"Who is she?" Xu Feng raised his eyebrows.

Tang Fuxiong nodded, "My only daughter, Tang Ying, is just a junior this year. The grades are very poor, and I have failed more than a dozen courses, and I am almost unable to finish my studies. ”

"It's okay, I am proficient in eighteen Chinese, thirty-nine musical instruments, astronomy and geography, philosophy and history, everything is understood, everything is known. Within a year, Arkco is guaranteed to get a perfect score!"

Xu Feng patted his chest and said.

"Then I'm relieved. Tang Fuxiong smiled and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master, it's not this! Copper mines, threats, anonymous letters......" The housekeeper on the side was anxious, and the topic was diverged.

Where is the simple problem of making up classes, but now the eldest lady of the Tang family has been threatened.

"Oh, yes, I came to you in the hope that you would protect my daughter. Originally, I wanted to find your master Yuheng Zhenren, but when he killed the overseas grandmaster Qiu Chuming and saved my life, he is the best master in the world!"

Tang Fuxiong shook his head helplessly.

"It's a pity that Yuheng Zhenren is very old, so he politely refused my invitation and recommended you to me. I believe that as a disciple of Yuheng Zhenren, even if Mr. Xu is defeated by the Grandmaster, it will not be a problem to deal with a few small disciples. ”

Every time Xu Feng heard these words, his face became ugly.

Damn!

The little rabbit cub actually dared to ride on Lao Tzu's head!

Also Master?

Aren't you the fifth junior disciple of the Zixiao Holy Sect?

In the entire sect, except for Kaiyang and Shaguang, you are the smallest in your generation, and you are also the weakest in cultivation.

Until now, the little rabbit cub who has not even survived the Danhuo Tribulation dares to claim to be the master of his uncle and ancestor.

"Yuheng...... Master, Master, did he really say that?"

Xu Feng gritted his teeth and reluctantly called "Master".

"Yes, he said that although Mr. Xu is the youngest disciple of his sect, he is extremely talented and has a bright future, and he can take charge of himself on his own. Tang Fuxiong said as he said.

"How dare he say it!"

Xu Feng had already thought of hundreds of ways to kill Tianxuan, and he had to give this little rabbit cub a "lesson that he will never forget".

"What does Mr. Xu mean?" asked Tang Fuxiong in a low voice.

He knew that such a worldly master, even if he taught an apprentice, was unruly, completely different from people in the world, and he had to be respected enough.

As long as he can protect his daughter's thoughtfulness, no matter how big the price is, Tang Fuxiong doesn't care.