Chapter four hundred and twenty-three, go your separate ways

"Well, it's getting late. I'm going to bed. "

"Me too. "

ANZIQI and blue if soft two people no longer say more, put a hand, chat up and quit the room, leaving Yangfeng and summer language ice two people still immersed in a strange atmosphere.

Xia yubing did not speak, cold eyes in the surging he did not understand the mood, after a long time, she let go of the fist, silently left, walk, have never seen Yang Feng.

Unable to laugh or cry, Yang Feng looked at the room, which was suddenly empty, grabbed the broken hair between his foreheads, sighed, turned and flung himself on the big bed, looking at the gray ceiling above his head and thinking, with not too clear thoughts on this muddleheaded through the night.

The next day, Yang Feng up very early, think of last night, and then consider the special situation now, then think or to persuade Anziqi and blue if soft two people.

But when he came out of the room, Anziqi and blue if soft already disappeared, even the room is empty, when left, Yang Feng unexpectedly also did not notice.

Downstairs, Xia Yubing sitting on the SOFA, while drinking coffee, while looking down at the hands of the document, half convergence mou son thinking about what.

Hearing Yang Feng downstairs, she suddenly closed the document, Coffee Cup not light and heavy will be on the table, get up, with the Leather Bag beside the SOFA, strode away, to Yang Feng left a heavy sound of closing the door.

Yang Feng speechless, touch the back of the neck, went into the refrigerator next to find some food, first fill the stomach again.

Between meals, he took out a cell phone, found an Ziqi and blue if soft phone, one after another called in the past, each other are in the state of shutdown.

Yang Feng Thumb on the screen dark friction, there are some subtle changes in the face.

He stared for a long time, the phone book page up, turn out the information, to an Ziqi and blue if soft each sent a message, let two people see the information, remember to call him back.

The end of the information, Yang Feng or some do not rest assured, and then the wind and fire of the breakfast solution, urgent out of the door.

All the way to the Huacheng Group downstairs, although the morning summer language ice face bad, but think of the current situation, Yang Feng also nothing can not pull down face.

He pulled up in a parking space, pulled the handbrake, and stepped out of the car. His gray sneakers had just landed on the tarmac, and black commercial vehicles were coming from a short distance, blocking Yang's path.

The doors clanked open and a dozen men in black suits and dark glasses poured out of the car, surrounding it as fast as they could.

"excuse me, sir, please come with us, " said the first fat man, coming from behind through the man in black, and drawing a shiny pistol from his waist.

Click a, the fat man pulled up the chamber, not to say the muzzle aimed at Yang Feng's forehead.

Yang Feng just froze out of the car body, looking at this to menacing a group of people, smiled up hands, open mouth, want to say what.

"Sir, have what words change a place to say with me again. " The fat person shakes gun muzzle, blocked Yang Feng's words back.

Yang Feng closed his mouth, in the face of so many people, also can only choose to follow up to see the situation.

He did not resist, but got into the car with the fat man and, after some distance, the black commercial vehicle headed out into the Wilderness and ended up in front of the warehouse he had visited only yesterday.

Under the hands and feet of the man in black, Yang Feng was pushed out of the car, the other car all the man in black came down and surrounded him.

Led by the fat man with a gun to his forehead, deliberately pushed him to the warehouse, Yang Feng did not resist, with a heavy pace, feeling tangled into the blue aluminum door.

Unlike yesterday, this time, he had just been pushed in when someone kicked him in the back and knocked him to the ground.

Yang Feng is frowzily hum a, face the ground on all sides flutter on the ground, cough twice, cough out turbid gas, blow ground dust, ash is misty-eyed.

If it is not the other person many potential, and each is not good stubble, Yang Feng will let them treat like this, can only first endure for a while, observe the situation, look for an opportunity to save your life is important.

"You are Yang Feng. " Yang Feng tightens the finger, is about to climb, the top of the head but suddenly spreads a chilly sound.

Yang Feng paused and looked up.

His eyes were clean, dark suit trousers. All the way up, the man's tall, aquiline nose caught his eye, and over his right eye, a nasty scar ran from his brow to his face, nearly destroying half his face.

Yang Feng propped up the ground, slowly climbed up, slowly patted the body of dust, and then on the man's line of sight, nod should be.

"Your master is Lord Kuilong? " The man asked, in a different tone of affirmation.

Yang Feng frowned, speaking of the master, it must be the old man, but the group should not be for him to come? Why are you talking about your master?

He didn't answer. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched the warehouse.

Besides scar face, there was a fat man with a gun pointed at him behind him, and there were five or six men on either side of him, not to mention whether they could beat him or not. Even if they brought down a house full of people, there were still about twenty people outside.

Yang Wind thought about it, think he now think the odds are not big, then gave up the hard-on plan.

"SMELLY boy, I ask you to talk. " In front of Scar Face Tardy did not wait for oneself answer, be angry, raise hand toward Yang Feng to swing a fist and come.

Yang Feng crouches the body to dodge, the Black Eye coagulates the frost.

"Sir, why fight when you can talk? " It may be difficult to escape, but it's another thing to be shot at.

Scar-face looked at his empty fist, clearly not good color.

He raises the chin, to the body several people motioned, several people understood, tightly clenched fist toward Yang Feng after all.

Yang Feng alert, the back of the hand blue veins stretch up, ready to fight.

Several people swung their fists, Yang Feng protected his face with both hands, and caught the fists alive. Then he turned over and jumped up. He kicked one of them hard on the head. The man didn't even move away. He raised his hand and caught his ankle. He grabbed Yang Feng's ankle tightly and dragged it by his hand, and threw him out.

Yang Feng was horrified and quickly adjusted his position in the air. His toes landed firmly on the ground. His fingers clasped the ground. He was half crouching. The shoe board rubbed against the stone face. He made a sharp rubbing sound and slid a distance before he stopped.

Without giving him a chance to rest, a shot rang out, black and gold bullets from the muzzle, through the wind and fierce.

Yang Feng Roll over on the ground, escaped the bullet, then the back of a sink, Yang Feng whole person was crawling on the ground.

The fat man, who had just been far away, had somehow come up behind him, pressing his heavy body against his waist, the palm of his fat hand against Yang Feng's head, forcing his cheek to the ground, unable to move.