A faint moonlight shines through the windows, and the luxurious Presidential Suite is lavishly decorated.

The middle-aged man with the head of the pot and the middle-aged man with the bald head stood together, and they looked at Ye Xiaofeng vigilantly.

Before Ye Xiaofeng came here, they didn't take Ye Xiaofeng seriously at all, they felt that Ye Xiaofeng was at most the strength of a prefecture-level Dacheng.

But when Ye Xiaofeng's body exuded a powerful and majestic aura, they realized that Ye Xiaofeng's strength was higher than they imagined.

Especially after seeing the flying knives disappear in an instant, their faces "revealed" a solemn expression.

To them, Lian Qianyan's flying knife was like a stone thrown by a child, and it would not bring them any harm at all.

Ye Xiaofeng's flying knife gave them a deadly sense of threat, because they couldn't feel the trajectory of the flying knife, and they didn't even know if the flying knife really existed.

They felt that it was an illusion that they had just seen the flying knife suspended on Ye Xiaofeng's chest, because they couldn't observe the flying knife at all now.

The reaction of the middle-aged man at the head of the pot lid was relatively good, he knew that he might not be Ye Xiaofeng's opponent, he stretched out his right hand for the first time, wanting to control Lian Qianyan. Special Strong Force 542

But just as his right hand was stretched out, he didn't feel any sensation in his right hand.

The pain came from his shoulder, and the middle-aged man at the head of the pot was full of horror, he didn't expect that his entire right arm had been cut off by a flying knife.

The bloodstained right arm fell to the ground, and the blood from the broken arm of the middle-aged man at the head of the pot lid flowed out like a spring.

At this time, he didn't care about the pain in his broken arm, but looked at Ye Xiaofeng with a pair of eyes in horror.

He knew very well that Ye Xiaofeng's strength far surpassed them by much, and he even suspected that Ye Xiaofeng was a Void Heaven level martial arts practitioner.

The bald middle-aged man looked at Ye Xiaofeng vigilantly, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans continued to flow down his cheeks.

After seeing the miserable situation of the middle-aged man with the pot head next to him, he didn't dare to take any action at all, and even felt that he couldn't move his legs.

Ye Xiaofeng looked at the middle-aged man with the lid of the pot coldly, and he was also very shocked in his heart.

Because the Five Emperor Fist, which had just been played with one-third of its strength, seemed to have hit the third internal strength of the Five Emperor Fist.

Otherwise, even if the flying knife hit the shoulder of the middle-aged man at the head of the pot, it would only pierce his shoulder, and could not cut off his entire right arm.

Moreover, Ye Xiaofeng obviously felt that the martial arts skill he had just stimulated, the hundred-step flying knife, these two martial arts practitioners whose strength was at the peak of the prefecture-level could not see the trajectory of the flying knife at all, which meant that Ye Xiaofeng was already capable of killing the martial arts practitioners at the peak of the prefecture-level in one move at this time.

Of course, for prefecture-level peak martial artists like Cao Yuanba and Chu Qingxin, who have high-level martial arts, Ye Xiaofeng wants to kill them with one move, which is obviously not too realistic.

Ye Xiaofeng walked towards Lian Qianyan, neither of the two middle-aged people dared to move, they knew very well that Ye Xiaofeng wanted to kill them as easily as killing chickens.

Gently helping Lian Qianyan on the ground up, Ye Xiaofeng directly hugged Lian Qianyan.

After putting Lian Qianyan on the sofa, Ye Xiaofeng looked at the two middle-aged people indifferently. Special Strong Force 542

His gaze was very sharp, and the middle-aged man at the head of the pot felt as if his whole person had been seen through by Ye Xiaofeng.

The bald middle-aged man was even more frightened, and his face became extremely pale.

There was no vigilance in his eyes, but instead he turned into fear, which is the instinctive reaction of human beings to the strong.

"You'd better not try to escape, I have a way to make your life worse than death. Now you turn around, and I'll settle accounts with you in a moment. ”

Ye Xiaofeng carefully checked Lian Qianyan's injuries, and said to the two middle-aged people in an indifferent tone.

The middle-aged man at the head of the pot covered his broken arm and turned around with difficulty, he knew very well that he was not Ye Xiaofeng's opponent at all.

If he wants to escape now, it is simply impossible, Ye Xiaofeng can easily cut off his legs.

The bald middle-aged man turned around even more tremblingly, and the strength displayed by Ye Xiaofeng completely suppressed him.

And the smell of blood spreading in the room made the bald middle-aged man feel like he was in hell.

There was a "snap", and when the two middle-aged men turned around, they heard a noise coming from behind.

They had nervous expressions on their faces, for fear that Ye Xiaofeng would strike behind their backs, but they didn't feel any pain in their bodies.

Although they were curious about what Ye Xiaofeng was doing, they didn't dare to look back.

Lian Qianyan's beautiful eyes on the sofa were full of grievances, she didn't expect Ye Xiaofeng to hit her "buttocks" directly.

It was crispy and numb, and it didn't hurt at all, but she still felt that she was very wronged, she was injured, and he also hit her "buttocks".

What's more, there were other people in the room, looking at the backs of the two middle-aged people, Lian Qianyan's pretty face instantly turned red.

"Stinky rascal, I'll fight with you." Lian Qianyan raised his right fist and hit Ye Xiaofeng the chest.

Ye Xiaofeng didn't dodge, but let Lian Qianyan's right fist hit him.

The right fist hit Ye Xiaofeng's chest, which made Ye Xiaofeng frown.

He didn't activate the steel skin and iron bone gene, otherwise it would bring pain to Lian Qianyan's fist.

"Why don't you get out of the way?" Seeing that Ye Xiaofeng didn't dodge, tears began to appear in Lian Qianyan's cold eyes.

Ye Xiaofeng activated the healing gene in his body, and gently held Lian Qianyan's shoulder with his right hand.

"I hit you just now, I was teaching you a lesson, the next time you encounter something like this, you have to notify me as soon as possible, instead of doing impulsive things yourself. I was a little delayed on the road just now, so I came late, have you thought about it, if I can't come, what will happen later. ”

Ye Xiaofeng said softly reproached while standing up for Lian Qianyan, the expression on his face was stern, but Ye Xiaofeng's eyes were full of tenderness.

Lian Qianyan's red lips pursed, her cold pretty face was full of redness, and the tingling sensation in her "buttocks" spread, which made her heart itch.

She unconsciously thought of what she had done for Ye Xiaofeng on the plane, and also thought of Ye Xiaofeng's bad wolf claws.

Thinking about it, those cold eyes were full of tenderness, and the tears in them slowly fell down the corners of their eyes.

Tears flowed down her cheeks, and she turned her head, for fear of being seen by Ye Xiaofeng.

"It hurts just now, and it doesn't hurt anymore, don't cry, I'll help you avenge it later."

Ye Xiaofeng naturally saw Lian Qianyan's tears, he said softly, took out the tissue on the table, and gently wiped Lian Qianyan's tears.

The more he said this, the more Lian Qianyan's tears flowed uncontrollably.

Ye Xiaofeng had already finished straightening Lian Qianyan at this time, so he sat aside and gently hugged Lian Qianyan.

Lian Qianyan lay on Ye Xiaofeng's shoulder and sobbed softly.

Lian Qianyan's leg was not hurt too much, and Ye Xiaofeng did not continue to treat, but gently comforted Lian Qianyan.

After crying for seven or eight minutes, even Qianyan stopped crying, and her eyes became red and swollen.

"The sand got into my eyes, and I was so uncomfortable that I died, so I went to wash it." Lian Qianyan has cried into a little flower cat.

She made an excuse for herself and hurried towards the bathroom.

After coming to the bathroom, Lian Qianyan leaned against the door, carefully recalling the happy moment just now.

Ye Xiaofeng saw Lian Qianyan enter the bathroom, the tenderness on his face disappeared, and his handsome face was full of anger.

If these people made a move on him, even if they tortured Ye Xiaofeng at will, Ye Xiaofeng would not be so angry.

But they did it to the people around Ye Xiaofeng, this is Ye Xiaofeng's reverse scale, this is what will make him completely crazy.

"The Hellfire personnel would not have come so quickly, and even if they were the Hellfire personnel, they would not have sent such a weak person against me. Lu Yi'an should be more worried about his safety now, and he won't come to deal with me, and I just came to Nangang, and I haven't provoked anyone, the only conflict is Meng Fan and Taiwen during the day, let's talk about it, you are the two of them who sent over. ”

Ye Xiaofeng came to the window, he leaned in front of the window, looked at the middle-aged man with the lid of the pot, and asked in a cold tone.

The middle-aged man's body trembled obviously, and he looked at Ye Xiaofeng incredulously.

He knew the Hellfire organization, and he knew the strength of the Hellfire organization.

Hearing Ye Xiaofeng's words, the middle-aged man at the head of the pot suddenly realized that the fact that Tang Rui was a member of the Tang family seemed to have become irrelevant.

And the person in front of him, who even the Hellfire Organization dares to provoke, is the most important person.

Thinking that Meng Fan had provoked such a demonic god, the middle-aged man at the head of the pot had a feeling of liver and gall.

"That Taiwen should be an overseas Chinese, he is not a local, you should be from the Meng family. What Meng Fan wants you to do, and who that Thai Wen is, you'd better say it, otherwise I won't have much patience. ”

Ye Xiaofeng took out a cigarette and put it to his mouth, and said in an indifferent tone.

The bald middle-aged man's eyes flickered, and he looked hesitantly at the middle-aged man with the lid on the pot.

"Ahh At this time, the middle-aged man with the head of the pot lid suddenly shouted.

When the bald middle-aged man looked over, he found that Ye Xiaofeng's right foot had already kicked the right leg of the middle-aged man with the lid of the pot.

The sound of broken bones was muffled by the painful screams of the middle-aged man at the head of the pot, and the body of the middle-aged man with a bald head trembled slightly as he saw the miserable condition of the middle-aged man with the head of the pot on the ground.

"Tell me what you know, or you'll end up worse than him." Ye Xiaofeng said in an indifferent tone.

The middle-aged man with the head of the pot stepped on Lian Qianyan's right leg, and Ye Xiaofeng naturally broke his right leg.

He knew very well that if he hadn't come here in time, it was very likely that Lian Qianyan would still be tortured by them.

For these two people, Ye Xiaofeng will not have any sympathy.

"I said, I'll tell you everything, don't hurt me." The bald middle-aged man couldn't hold it anymore, and he said with a look of fear.