Chapter 400. Small Business

Swishing his neck, the danger was imminent, the old head stopped breathing, hastily put away the hand that was about to fall on Yang Feng's forehead, the body slightly dodge, escaped the fatal blow.

It was the youngest-looking short young man of the group, who had not expected that his surprise attack would be so easily avoided, and for a moment froze.

The old man patted his chest with fear, frowned at him, turned and kicked the man out, while cursing for his life.

The young man flew out and smashed heavily into the far wall, making a hole in the wall. The loud noise made people feel very uncomfortable. You can imagine how much strength the old man had just used.

The young man rolled his eyes and plunged into the wall, spitting blood, unconscious, not knowing whether he was alive or dead, but the sight was frightening enough to make the others fear the old man.

The old man shook his feet, disdain a hum, did not pay attention to the expression of a few people, self-care out of the wine pot to drink a few slurps of pressure surprised, finished, have not forgotten just Yang Feng when the shield.

"brats, I treat you well, you dare to push me out as a shield, this is the apprentice should do? " The old man strode to Yang Feng, grabbed his collar, swearing.

Yang Feng smiled, grabbed his arm, let him calm down.

"disappear what disappear, do not have a few flagons of wine, this matter is endless. " The old man does not give up, push Yang Feng to go up the wall, angry hurtle a way.

Yang Feng now where can give him a few jugs of wine, but see just a few people who also have a fear of the old man began to stir, carry sword to his back.

Yang Breeze looks a Rin, big careful.

The old man did not return, suddenly let go of the hand that was holding his collar. He raised his hand and took the blade with his bare hands.

The men paused, looked at each other, and tried as hard as they could to pull the sword out, but the blade seemed to stick to the old man's fingers without moving.

Suddenly, the old man pointed hard, with a click, the tip of the knife was broken, jumping sword light flashed several people's eyes.

A few of them had no time to draw in their strength, and were thrown back a few steps by their own strength to stabilize themselves. Then a strong wind came, and before they could react, they were struck in the lower abdomen by a force of gravity, and their whole bodies flew out, just like the previous man's, embedded deep in the wall.

Only a split second of the matter, the old man easily resolved a few people, Yang Feng looked at the side, endure the impulse to applaud.

"good trouble no, now it's your turn to explain what just happened? " The old man clapped his hands, the target turned to Yang Feng, angry.

"Who let you sleep like death, cry and can not afford, do not do so, wait for you to wake up, my body is cold. " Yang Feng lightly dumped the pot to him, and raised his head, looking at the sky thick night, a look irrelevant.

The old man Speechless (TV series) a few more mouthfuls of alcohol, flushed red with the smell of alcohol.

He raised his finger, a pair of hate iron into steel like pointing to Yang Feng, said he is a man without conscience.

Yang Feng rolled his eyes and made a cold snap at him.

"You, too. "

"Hey, you Brat, you just put me into the wolf's Den, and now you haven't talked back to me. " The old man just press down the flame and rub rub up against the ground, brandish wine gourd, Yang Feng's forehead dangles, to a threat.

Yang Feng, unafraid, still kept his countenance and asked him, "isn't it true? I asked you to go down to protect Xia yubing and her, but you went to a place like this to get drunk. "

The expression moment is frozen in the old man's face, just still angry, at this moment all disappear, only guilty.

"This, this is not to be driven out by them? I also have no place to go, that can only drink a small drink, randomly find a place to make do with. " The old man coughed lightly, looked erratic to find an excuse.

Yang Feng silent, coldly scolded a sentence to deserve, finished scold also don't give the old man to speak again opportunity, directly covered the wound on the body to alley entrance but go, go, don't forget to drag him together.

The old man reluctantly, while struggling and nagging, said something at sixes and sevens, Yang Feng did not hear a word.

Soon, back to the car, Yang will be thrown into the wind, heavily closed the car door, to run out of the old man to shock back.

The old man groped at the door with a dry smile and pretended to be miserable.

"I haven't finished the wine in this alley, why don't you come back another day? "

Yang Feng chooses to ignore, one buttock sits on a car, stir throttle, raise speed, let the window position trembles.

"You want to continue to drink, you can choose to get off now. " Yang Feng twisted lips, through the rearview mirror piao eye back seat of the old man, malicious smile.

The old man grabbed the top rail of the car and stared out at the colorful scenery, swallowing saliva without any thought of that.

Yang Feng thought he was no longer capable, so he drove leisurely to the villa.

Around the villa, Yang Fengyan pointed, saw a few black Bentley parked outside the villa, immediately slowed down the speed, did not drive directly into the villa, but temporarily around the circle a few times, to observe the situation.

It was dark now, except for a few solitary streetlights along the road that lit up a confined area.

The villa, in addition to parked in the roadside Bentley, there are a group of middle-aged men dressed in black Tangzhuang neatly kept at the door, all hands behind his back, a serious look.

Judging from the costumes of these people, there is no doubt that the Yu family, but Yang Feng did not expect to come so soon.

He parked his car across the road with a heavy heart, staring at the other side through the night, thinking.

The old man came up from behind, looked him in the eye, and smiled to ask what he was thinking.

Yang Feng turned head Piao his one eye, has been a person task habit, but let him almost forget his side still have such a trump card.

Yang Feng closed the clouds on his face, smiled, clapped his hands on the old man, and said, "master, it's up to you later. "

The old man lifted up his white brows, and his heart was as bright as a crystal.

He rolled his eyes and flashed shrewdly.

"I don't work for free. "

"Ok, you say you want how much? " Yang Fengliao decided that he would not so easily agreed to have made a deal with his master plan.

"This number. " The old man held up ten fingers, Lion's Share.

Yang Feng full face black line, did not answer, the other side and slowly opened his mouth.

"And I want the autumn dew white of that alley just now. "

Ten Altar Autumn Dew White, Yang Feng just want to hammer the head of the people in front of him, when the autumn dew white is sent for nothing?