Zhang Feng is here!

There was another vibration in the villa, the sound of running, the sound of things breaking, and the bursts of exclamations, indicating how chaos was in the villa.

Outside the door, Zhang Feng and Xue Chen looked at each other, and they all had the same expression of contempt.

"The black meeting is the black meeting. When the disaster comes, everyone flies. The so-called loyalty is nonsense." Xue Chen mocked the door, not caring about the people inside who can't understand Chinese.

Zhang Feng raised his lips, took a big step up the steps, and entered the villa.

There is a foyer facing you, and the front is the staircase leading to the second floor. On both sides are the dining room and living room, with no special partitions, and the three halls are together.

There was no one in the restaurant, tableware, candle lamp holders, chairs, and it was all over the floor. The living room on the left was also messy, as if it had just been robbed.

"Running?"

Xue Chen looked at Zhang Feng and raised his eyebrows, full of mockery.

It seems to be saying: You came with injuries, but they ran away. You went for nothing. Are you stupid?

Zhang Feng touched his nose, circulated his true energy, let go of his voice and shouted: "Nan Liu, if you are a man, come out for me!"

The thunder sounded like rolling, and the whole villa seemed to be shaking, with a terrifying momentum.

The only response to him was a panic sound of running, as if someone was robbing in the villa. He didn't have time to escape and was scared.

"It really ran away."

Xue Chen chuckled and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

She was very worried about Zhang Feng's injury, so it would be best if she didn't do anything. As for whether Nanliu had run away, she didn't care. Anyway, Nanliu's industries and forces were basically destroyed and there was no trouble.

“…”

After a moment of silence, Zhang Feng walked towards the stairs. After a few steps, he suddenly accelerated, like a phantom, rushing upstairs.

Seeing this, Xue Chen hurriedly used his light skills to follow him.

On the second floor, Zhang Feng stood at the door of a room and blocked a middle-aged woman in servant's clothes into the room.

"Do you understand English?" Zhang Feng asked in a deep voice.

The other party looked frightened and nodded for a while.

Zhang Feng continued to ask, "Where has Nanliu been?"

The maid shook her head vigorously, then nodded quickly, which made Zhang Feng not understand what she meant.

"Nan Liu didn't run away?" Zhang Feng asked again.

This time, the maid nodded.

Zhang Feng raised his eyebrows and asked hurriedly: "Where has he been?"

The maid hesitated for a long time and finally pointed her hand at the window.

Zhang Feng looked at the balcony window and snorted coldly: "It turns out that you are waiting for me in the garden. It seems that you are still a little braver!"

After saying that, he walked to the balcony and jumped down.

In the back garden of the villa, the bald boss Nan Liu sat on a magistrate chair in tiger skin, beside him were about thirty strong thugs with fierce expressions on their faces.

"Zhang Feng, you are finally here!"

Nan Liuyi looked hatred. When he saw Zhang Feng appear, he immediately stood up, pointed at him with his finger, and cursed, "I want to kill you, sleep with your woman, and sell her to a brothel, and pick up a hundred clients every day!"

This guy seemed to be a little impatient. Without the aura of the boss before, he was like a gangster, and started scolding him when he came up.

Zhang Feng slowly walked into the garden, picked a red rose, placed it under his nose and sniffed it gently, and then threw the flower away.

“The smell of bad breath is really bad.”

The implication is that Nan Liu's curse, saliva flying, and smelling the flowers in the garden.

Hearing this, Nan Liu suddenly turned red and was so angry that he jumped up, and then he blurted out a bit of insult.

Not only did Zhang Feng look down on him a little, but even the thugs around him showed a look of surprise. I'm afraid they didn't expect that their boss would be so ungraceful.

Although he is a slut, a person who is the boss will be looked down upon without demeanor.

Zhang Feng picked another crabapple, sniffed it, and swung it casually.

The crabapple flower and a small piece of stem immediately turned into a sharp hidden weapon and flew straight to Nanliu, with a speed comparable to that of an iron hidden weapon.

"Ah..." Nan Liu screamed in shock and fell to the ground immediately.

With a dull sound, the crabapple stems poked the tiger skin, poked a big hole in the precious tiger skin, and nailed it to the Sandalwood Grand Master Chair.

Falling leaves and flying flowers can hurt people, but they cannot be accomplished by only a grandmaster.

The garden was in a strange silence, and everyone was watching Nanliu. The thugs did not expect that their boss would use a lazy donkey to roll on the table to avoid attacks.

It's so embarrassing!

Zhang Feng laughed at it and said loudly: "Nan Liu, you kneel down and beg for mercy. Maybe you can let you go, or leave you a whole body."

For two choices, it depends on how Nanliu chooses.

Nan Liu crawled on the ground with his head in his arms, his butt raised his head. Hearing this, he raised his head, with a look of fear on his face. He found that everyone was looking at him. He hurriedly got up, patted the dust on his legs, and looked as if nothing had happened.

His face is much thicker than Zhang Feng expected.

"What did you say?"

Nan Liuyi looked confused and didn't hear Zhang Feng clearly.

Zhang Feng was speechless. His evaluation of Nanliu fell sharply. Even if such a person doesn't kill him, it would be strange if he can make a comeback.

"I said, you're dead today!"

I was too lazy to talk nonsense, so I used my light skills and rushed towards Nanliu.

"Beat him, beat him..."

Nan Liu ran away with his head in his arms, and then fled behind the Taishi Chair in a few steps and hid.

The thugs were all stunned by his actions. Thinking back then, Nan Liu was on the front line, otherwise he would not have gathered so many loyal subordinates.

However, the boss has already ordered it to do it.

The shouts of killing sounded, and about thirty thugs with their cultivation levels in the seventh grade rushed up to Zhang Feng.

Even if Zhang Feng didn't use his hands, he didn't take these people seriously. The unilateral massacre was staged.

One kick is one, just like that. Every thug who was kicked off began to vomit blood in the air. With a tent of blood, he fell to the ground and never got up again.

In just ten seconds, ten thugs were placed on the ground by Zhang Feng.

Nan Liu leaned out from behind the chair and saw that he was so scared that he was trembling all over. Finally, he couldn't help screaming: "Come out quickly, everyone is going to die!"

The shouts spread, and there were a few dull noises in the garden. Then, men with low figures and bloated figures poked out from the flowers.

They all had sinister and ferocious expressions, staring at Zhang Feng, with their eyes as if they were looking at the corpse.

"Kill Zhang Feng!"

"Kill him!"

"kill……"

The group shouted loudly and rushed out of the flowers, as fierce as soldiers from the suicide squad.

Zhang Feng glanced at him, his face full of disdain.

They are basically low-level warriors, and their attack power is very limited. In other words, for Zhang Feng, it is better to find a few high-level warriors to directly siege them.

But the next moment, his eyes narrowed and the cold suddenly arose.
Chapter completed!