Chapter two hundred and nineteen, impulse is the devil

Yang Feng calmly, disdainfully swept his eyes as Tian Chong words and the crowd up in black, about six people, but compared to the previous battle, this number is not enough to exercise bones and bones.

He sneers a, the backhand pulls the Tian Zhu son that has some fears, gave her to make a reassuring look, then says to Tian Chong: "Do you think this bit person can stop me? "

Tian Chong ignored his words, two fat legs stacked together, leaning on a Leather Sofa, with the help of a servant to relight a limited edition cigar, took a deep breath, exhaled a string of white smoke, the whole living room is tobacco smell.

"Of course not. I've heard you're a bodyguard for the chairman of the Hwaseong Fortress Group. You've dealt with a lot of people before and after. You're good at it, but I'm not one of them. "

Words Fall, Tian Chong clapped his hands, the door suddenly spread the rapid footsteps, and then a group of dressed in black, and the face of cold bodyguards swarmed to, almost will the entrance of the entrance blocked, also surrounded by Yang Feng and Tian Zhuer.

Tianzhu Son Body Light Zhan, very afraid of shrink to Yang Feng after death, hands uneasily tightly pull his sleeve.

Yang Feng patted her on the back of her hand, probably swept the bodyguards in the room, about 12 people, all of them strong and strong, a look is to practice the family, but fortunately, no weapons, this for Yang Feng, the solution is also a lot easier.

"If you regret it now, it's not too late. "

Tian Chong took a deep breath of his cigar and spoke confidently.

Yang Feng disdains a hum, lightly answer: "I still have never made the decision that can regret. "

"And if I wanted to go, you couldn't stop me. "

Listen to this, the farmland Chong eyebrow ruthlessly a wrinkly, Nu Yi climbs up eyelid.

"Well, you asked for it. Hit Me. "

A life under, 12 bodyguards a swarm and up, fought with Yang Feng.

This group of people play head-to-tail, and the fist has inside, the style is fluent, in the hand-to-hand, Yang Feng can probably see that these people are trained in taekwondo, and everyone is black belt above.

Yang Feng could not help but Tut plaint, calmly facing a few people's style, a fluid play, the bodyguard around one after another fell to the ground, wailing repeatedly.

Tian Chongjian things are not good, caught in the fingers of the cigar also can not hold, he does not turn his eyes on the movement in the crowd freely, and dexterous Yang Feng, right hand slowly moved down, only to smoke a half cigar in the Ashtray, hard crush, it was not until the cigar twisted in a strange manner that he relented.

Just at this time, Yang Feng surrounded by the bodyguard has all fallen to the ground, all black and blue, holding the pain of the screams repeatedly, no one can get up from the ground.

And in this east and west of the crowd, Yang Feng even a hair did not fall, he satisfied the sweep eye ground lying on the bodyguard, clapped his hands, smiling towards the Field Chong Walk.

"I told you, you have to break up with me. "

"You don't come over! " Tian Chong Back Ridge cool, see him come over the footsteps, nerve line immediately tense, he pointed Yang Feng roar, eyes flash a silk flurried.

Yang Feng just stamped his foot, and soon took a step, raised eyebrows, mouth with a playful smile: "How? Just not very strong to keep us? Now how scared? "

Tian Chong gritted his teeth and never let up in his eyes. For Yang Feng's provocative words, he only felt like a grain of salt on his back. Seeing Yang Feng's pressing footsteps, Tian Chong felt a fear in his heart. He hurriedly took out a pistol from his bag, aimed at Yang Feng's forehead menaces a way: "I tell you not to come over, you pass me again, I am not polite to you. "

Yang Feng stops pace, the eyebrow is raised taller, the facial expression on the face seems to be helpless.

He sighs a, stretch hand just can touch Tian Chong to aim at his gun muzzle, at the same time there is no trace of fear on the face.

Tian Chongxin doubt, vigilant staring at his action, see the hand blocking the muzzle, he hurriedly withdrew his hand, Gnash his teeth to warn Yang Feng not to get an inch further.

Yang Feng chuckled, finger tips whisk over the smooth surface of the pistol, wind light cloud thin way: "P29 pistol, work very fine, feel very light also, use really quite comfortable. "

After a pause, suddenly a dark vision, mou son hesitates a deep pool, deep, but can feel the unknown danger from this deep, Tian Chong involuntarily shook the body, suddenly have a kind of foreboding.

"However, although the gun is good, but still do not casually open good, after all, the bullet will turn. "

Say, Yang Feng narrowed eyes, mou son in unexpectedly is the breath of danger.

Tian Chongdahai, his heart was on tenterhooks, and at the same time he felt threatened.

"You don't threaten me. " He bellowed, without thinking, and pulled the trigger. Just as he was GATTACA, Yang Feng suddenly grabbed his wrist and bent it down. Before Tian could react, the muzzle of the gun turned to his thigh, he couldn't stop, so the bullet popped out of the muzzle, shot through his thigh and left him bleeding.

Tian Chong sent out a pig-like screaming, the pain all over a soft, Bang when the pistol, from the hands slipped, fell at the feet of two people.

Yang Feng glanced at the pistol on the ground of the eye, sending out a strange smile in the mouth.

He let go of him and bent down to pick up the pistol, aiming it at his forehead.

Tian Chongda startled, subconsciously back to shrink.

"See, if you don't listen to good people, you'll get hurt. "

Yang Feng did not hit him, but put the gun gently on his body, said: "If Mr. Tian does not agree, you can try again, but this time I am afraid it is not so simple thigh, but... "

His long tone, his right hand made a pistol posture, slowly move up, finally will the fingertips to his forehead, Bang, scared Tian Chong almost fell off the SOFA, face is full of panic and panic.

Yang Feng smiled and drew back his hand. He didn't say much. He turned and walked away with Tian Zhuer. When he left, no one dared to stop him.

After they left, they took a taxi and headed for the villa. In the taxi, Tian Zhuer kept her head down and didn't say anything. In the dim light of the bus, Yang Feng could see that she was crying, but she squeezed her skirt tightly with both hands, trying to suppress the sound of crying, but the teardrop became a thread that kept falling on the back of her hand.

Yang Feng sneaks a glance, in the mind is full of sympathy, he side the head, lightly patted the back of the Field Pearl, did not speak.

In this way, Tianzhu Son do not know how long to cry, only intermittently began to say: "Now I really have no home. "

Yeah, that's what Yang Feng was thinking.

But it was he who had started it, and he could not help being responsible for her, for she was, after all, a girl of twenty.