Lao Sun lowered his head by Su Qidong's roar, with a look of ashamed, but he still said: "If Lao Xu and I were calmer and confronted Zhang Feng head-on, perhaps there was still a glimmer of hope for victory. We were all scared by Zhang Feng's courage when he appeared!"

He clenched his fists tightly, and he was very unwilling to accept that if he had the chance to start over, he would rather die in battle than run away.

Unfortunately, there is no if!

"Are you sure Zhang Feng is an eighth-grade warrior?" Su Qingdong asked in a deep voice.

This information is so important, it is related to the overall plan of the Su family to deal with Zhang Feng. If Zhang Feng is a warrior who is above the eighth grade or even the ninth grade, it would be quite dangerous for the Su family.

Below the master, there is the ninth grade. Any ninth grade master can shock the side. With force, the Su family has no power to compete with it, so they must adjust their strategies immediately.

"Zhang Feng is definitely not a ninth-grade warrior, otherwise I would have no chance of escaping!" Lao Sun said decisively.

Su Qidong nodded and said, "You come with me immediately and go find Uncle Long. Now you must adjust your strategy, otherwise the Su family will be in danger of overthrowing!"

At that moment, the two of them took a bus into the city and soon arrived at Villa No. 1 and entered the villa.

After the two reported, the servant in charge of receiving the reception took the two directly to the study of the head of the family.

The study room is not big, about thirty square meters, which is about the same size as the living room of ordinary families. It is decorated in antique style, just like the study room of a wealthy family in ancient times.

In the study, the head of the family Su Yuntian sat behind the Huanghuali wooden desk with a gloomy face. The old butler Uncle Long stood on the side of the desk, bent his waist slightly, with a respectful expression and a bad look.

"Lao Sun, you said that Zhang Feng killed Lao Xu, Gao Gang, and two third-grade warriors. Is this true?" Su Yuntian was a little impatient, and the age spots on his face became even more eye-catching.

Lao Sun disobeyed no one dared to disobey the head of the family. He quickly lowered his head and said again what happened today, emphasizing that Zhang Feng was definitely not a ninth-grade warrior.

After hearing this, Su Yuntian said with a gloomy face: "What do you mean is that with the current strength of the Su family, it is best not to continue to trouble Zhang Feng?"

"If I report to the head of the family, if I continue to use force, I am worried that if Zhang Feng will be mad, he will use force to threaten the Su family, or even... to destroy the Su family!"

Before Lao Sun could finish speaking, Su Yuntian slapped the table with a heavy palm.

"Bastard!"

Su Yuntian was furious, stood up, pointed at Lao Sun's nose and cursed: "You are also from the Su family. Because of one failure, you have exaggerated the enemy's strength. Has the past few years worn out all your courage, and all that is left is quibbling?"

Lao Sun immediately knelt down, clasped his fists and said confidently: "Head of the family, Sun Zhen, I am a member of the Su family when I live, and a ghost of the Su family when I die. I have no intention of being loyal to the Su family. I have absolutely no intention of quibbling. Zhang Feng is not only strong in his own strength, but also has at least two seventh-grade masters around him. He is not an ordinary person. The Su family is an enemy of him, which is really unwise!"

The words were deeply affectionate and sincere, and the loyalty to the Su family was remembered in my heart.

Su Yuntian looked at him deeply and said for a while: "Get up, I believe what you said."

Sun Zhen stood up and said respectfully: "Host, in my opinion, Zhang Feng is more like a disciple of a big family. He must have other plans to hide his identity!"

"You mean, he has a plan?" Su Yuntian asked in a strange tone.

Sun Zhen was not sure, so he insisted on nodding.

Su Yuntian twitched a few times and said, "Zhang Feng married into the Ye family five years ago. After that, the old man from the Ye family passed away, and the Ye family declined. A woman, Ye Qingxuan, was the one who was in charge of the family. There was only a villa and the media company she ran. The total assets were only 10 million yuan. Zhang Feng had been a family husband for five years. You said that such a person is a disciple of a big family. Are you kidding?"

After hearing these words, Sun Zhen was confused. He could not connect the powerful Zhang Feng with a family husband, which made him almost schizophrenia.

"The head of the family, Zhang Feng's strength cannot be fake." Sun Zhen couldn't figure it out and continued to stick to his point of view.

"This is true. The Su family continues to use force to defeat him, and it will not be worth the loss." Su Yuntian nodded and said to Uncle Long: "Along, start dealing with Ye Qingxuan's company. I will give you a month to make Ye Qingxuan bankrupt. After that, I will ask you to force Ye Qingxuan to go to the end and come to the Su family to beg for mercy. Then, let Ziyu deal with her!"

Uncle Long nodded quickly and asked again: "Where is Zhang Feng?"

"After dealing with Ye Qingxuan, force him to come to the Su family to take revenge and ask the police to deal with him!" Su Yuntian responded depressedly, tired, waved his hand and asked someone to leave.

Uncle Long sent Su Qidong and Sun Zhen away, and then sent the young woman in a maid's uniform to her study room, and then prepared her plan to deal with Maple Leaf Media.

...

In Villa No. 8, Jinxiuyuan Community, Zhang Feng walked out of the master bedroom with a dark face. He saw Royna and Siyu on the stairs, and his face became even more ugly.

"Zhang Feng, were you beaten by your wife?"

Royna had already walked out of the illusion of "Fengfei". Seeing Zhang Feng's appearance, she wanted to tease him.

Little do people know that such tricks will only happen habitually between men and women who have a good impression of each other.

Zhang Feng walked downstairs, glanced at her, walked to the sofa, pulled out the silver needles on Siyu's back one by one, and threw them into the trash can.

"Damn, you won't be beaten by Xiao Yezi, are you?"

Royna is definitely crazy, and she is especially crazy in front of Zhang Feng.

"Shut up, be careful I'll suck you!"

Zhang Feng was in a bad mood and didn't give Royna a good look, and his tone was very stimulating.

Royna didn't take this trick, and immediately raised her waist, as if she was about to fight you desperately. However, a pain in the pubic position made her lower her waist immediately, with a painful face.

Zhang Feng glanced at her and saw her pitiful look, his anger dissipated. He held her hand and let her sit on the sofa.

"Do you want me to give you a massage to relieve the pain?"

"Um?"

Royna raised her head suddenly, looked surprised, and asked incredible: "You actually want to give me a massage?"

"Yes."

Zhang Feng didn't think something was wrong.

But Roina was like a cat with her tail trampled on, and she suddenly became furious.

"Zhang Feng, you are shameless. The place where I was hurt is...is there? Can I massage it? At least I can't let you, a man, massage it. You must want to take advantage of me. I will never let you succeed!"

The shouting sounded so loud that Zhang Feng's eardrums were about to explode.

The five senses of martial arts practitioners are already sharper than ordinary people, and their brains hurt when they are shouted.

"Who said I want to press your place? You can do it from the back when you push merit and blood! Zhang Feng rubbed his forehead and his face collapsed.
Chapter completed!