Chapter 45 Confrontation with Yalong; imagine Chen Yao!

Chapter 45 Confrontation with Yalong; imagine Chen Yao!

Even Sven, a veteran of many battles, could see that Ye Feng had now reached the peak in terms of both momentum and psychology.

These are not just talk. Fighting is all about momentum. If you give up first, you’re halfway to losing!

Plus the other party's bloodthirsty eyes.

Sven didn't dare to be careless at all. He kept his distance and raised his arms to get into a fighting stance.

However, in Ye Feng's eyes, Sven's preparations were no different from playing house.

Just from the defense, what Ye Feng saw was stiffness.

The gangster took a boxing defensive stance, and Ye Feng couldn't think of any words to describe it except stiff.

Such moves may give ordinary people a headache and make the opponent think that you are a martial artist.

But for Ye Feng, it was simply too weak.

Ye Feng, who has experience as a mercenary, emphasizes stability, accuracy and ruthlessness. He will never strike a second time if he can kill the enemy with one strike.

Ye Feng raised the corner of his mouth and rushed towards Sven.

Facing Ye Feng who was like a madman, Sven, who had a plan and tactics in his mind, was in trouble.

Completely empty, blank.

Seeing this, Sven hurriedly used his arms to block his head to stop Ye Feng's attack.

It was rare for Ye Feng to give up his fighting habits.

The attack of the two fists was as dense as raindrops, and they were determined to break through head-on and crush.

The only thought in Ye Feng's mind was to suppress the opponent.

Bang, bang, bang...

Ye Feng punched continuously, and each punch hit Sven's arm, which was blocking. At first, Sven was able to block.

You can also use low whip kicks and jabs to harass.

As time went by, Sven would take two or three steps back, or even more, with every hit.

Ye Feng was extremely fast. Although Sven tried hard to resist, he was still knocked to the ground by Ye Feng.

After falling, Sven subconsciously tried to use his arms to support himself on the ground to stabilize his body.

As a result, as soon as my arm touched the ground, I heard a "click" sound.

Feeling severe pain, Sven realized that his hand was broken, smashed by the person in front of him.

I didn't feel it before, it's because of the adrenaline in the human body.

"Bang..." Ye Feng kicked Sven in the jaw.

A dull sound was heard, and Sven was knocked to the ground by Ye Feng. He lay on the ground in a spread-eagle position with a dazed look on his face.

Hearing the sound of Ye Feng's footsteps approaching again, Sven stretched out his other hand that he could move.

"That's enough, I give up, you win!"

Ye Feng was completely stunned when he heard this. You know, today's event was very grand.

One tenth of the members of the society are here. He is gentle and the leader of the Changle Gang! He admits defeat in front of so many people!

This is not only a loss of face, but also a loss of dignity!

It is possible that Sven will never recover from this incident, and all of his younger brothers will be ashamed to have such a brother.

However, Ye Feng quickly adjusted his mentality. After all, this is a world where the strong are respected.

Sven, defeated.

Moreover, it was a complete defeat.

The only pity is that he met Ye Feng, or to be more precise, he met Ye Feng who was about to rise to the top.

Ye Feng came to Sven and shouted condescendingly: "Bring me a chair!"

When Greyhound was about to look for a chair, a younger man from the Hongxing crowd brought over the chair used to record the gift accounts at the door.

Ye Feng smiled at the other party, stepped his right leg over the chair and said coldly: "Get through it, as long as you get through it politely, I will let you go today!"

Sven himself did not expect that even after he had admitted defeat, he would still be humiliated like this.

Yalong, the leader of Changle, could no longer sit still at this moment.

He yelled, "Fuck you, I'm going to kill you."

He headed towards Ye Feng with great momentum.

"It's over." Seeing Yalong's fierce aura, many people shook their heads secretly, thinking that Ye Feng was going to suffer a loss.

At the same time, he also felt a little gloating towards Ye Feng. You were allowed to be in the limelight, but you went too far, didn't you?

Arrogant, let me see how arrogant he can be.

It’s so simple to be a gangster. People may cheer for you one second and hope you die the next.

He is afraid that his brothers will suffer, but he is also afraid that his brothers will drive a Land Rover, which is a perfect interpretation of his feelings.

"Greyhound!"

Ye Feng roared.

Greyhound pushed away the people blocking his way and took off the same camouflage uniform as Ye Feng as he walked.

Greyhound didn't want to show off his muscles, but it made it easier to draw his sword.

One, two, three, until the fourth one.

The man had come to Ye Feng's side and took the two daggers from Ye Feng.

He pointed the tip of the knife at Yalong's feet and said, "Come... come... if you take another step, I'll be dead. Do you believe it?"

Greyhound also held a knife in each hand and kept breathing heavily, with great force.

Yalong, who was born in the Red Stick, could see clearly that this was not physical exhaustion, but excitement, extreme excitement.

Thoughts that I never dared to think of also came to my mind.

Do they really want to kill me? Aren't they afraid that Changle will go to war?

In an instant, Yalong was in a dilemma and was forced by Ye Feng to a position where he could neither advance nor retreat.

The stalemate didn't last long. Yalong, with his pride getting the better of him, sneered, "Killed me? Are you crazy? Don't just say it's you. Ask them later, is there anyone who dares to say that he killed me, Yalong?"

Yalong's fingers swept over Chen Yao, the prince and others.

Ye Feng knew that he was not of high generation, and whatever he said was just empty talk in the eyes of others.

Put your left arm around the greyhound's shoulders.

"How about hanging up with the boss?"

The greyhound grinned and licked its sharp fangs on its lower jaw, just like when Ye Feng first met him.

An aura that did not belong to a human emanated spontaneously, and words full of domineering came out of his mouth.

"Brother Feng, you are my boss, and you saved my life. At worst, I will return it to you, but you still have to support me in the underworld. You know, I am not afraid of pain or death, but I am afraid of hunger!"

"Haha, then let's kill him first, two brothers." Ye Feng smiled heartily and put down his legs that were on the chair.

"Damn it!" Yalong panicked when he saw that Ye Feng was really going to kill him.

If a fight broke out now, Yalong could guess that it would almost be a huge melee.

The high-end combat power on his side was tied up, forcing him to face two lunatics who disregarded life and death.

He was also afraid, there was a high probability that he would be dragged down by the other party? He hadn't lived enough!

Not only Yalong, but Chen Yao was also a little confused.

How did things develop to this point?

What happened to Ye Feng? Isn't it good to live a good life? What does exchanging lives mean?

"Wait!"

Yalong suddenly shouted, and under the gaze of the crowd, the atmosphere became extremely tense.

Ye Feng and Greyhound stopped!

"Chen Yao, you Hongxing..." Yalong said gritting his teeth.

Ye Feng waved his hand to interrupt, "Stop it, what are you talking about Hongxing? This is my personal matter, Du Feng. Isn't it a personal vendetta? What? Do you think you can just fart if you tell others about it?"

"I...."

Yalong's face changed and he clenched his teeth, but Ye Feng didn't want to give him a way out.

"Either you give in or you can fight again. Stop talking nonsense!"

Not far away, in a car with the name of Jiachang Restaurant printed on it, Huang Yongzheng, holding a small telescope in his hand, said excitedly as he looked at them, "As expected of the person I picked. Brother Ye is so domineering that I want to mess with them!"

Ling Liying rolled her eyes at Huang Yongzheng and pinched him hard, "What are you doing? Have you forgotten what Brother Ye told you?"

With Ling Liying's reminder, Huang Yongzheng came back to his senses from his excitement, picked up the mobile phone beside him, and was about to press the dial button.

Huang Yongzheng was surprised and said, "No, don't you look down on Brother Ye?"

"Do I look down on you? I just don't want you to gamble your family business on an uncertain future!"

When she said this, Ling Liying's eyes were filled with heartache. "It's not easy to have the family business we have today. You..."

Thinking of other people in the car, Ling Liying suppressed her emotions and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"But you have already made your plan, why shouldn't I support you?"

Huang Yongzheng smiled and gave orders to the people in the back row.

"As fast as possible. I don't care whether you use a public phone booth, rob it, or borrow it. I just have one request: call the police station like crazy!"

The old employees who had worked hard with Huang Yongzheng made an OK gesture and got off the car.

As for the Hongxing crowd, the elderly Uncle Xing shook his head and sighed.

"I don't know what A-Kun is up to. He's forced such a pretty little brother into wanting to die. I'm really fucking convinced by him. If you don't want to, just give him over to me!"

Chen Yao understood instantly, slapped his thigh and cursed: "Why didn't I think of it!"

What Ye Feng did today, isn't it obvious that he wants to die? Not to mention the head of Changle Hall, just contradicting Yalong is not something that a little brother can do.

He secretly glared at Liang Kun on the field.

He trotted over, shouting as he ran: "Poisonous bee...Poisonous bee...!"

When Yalong saw Chen Yao stand up, he breathed a sigh of relief. The key point was that he didn't want to choose any of the paths Ye Feng gave him.

I don't want to lose face.

Ye Feng stared at Yalong and said indifferently to Chen Yao beside him: "Brother Yao, you are our Hongxing's white paper fan, you are a brainy person, this kind of occasion is not suitable for you, or they will count you in!"

Hearing Chen Yao's concern for him, a lot of things came to his mind.

He also had the courage to stand in front of Ye Feng.

He controlled his voice and whispered, "Poison Bee, Brother Yao knows that you have suffered a lot of injustice, and I also know that A Kun has let you down, but you are still young, it is not worth it to exchange your life!"

Hmm? Exchange life? Who are you exchanging life with? What are you exchanging life for?

Although Ye Feng was confused, his expression did not change at all.

Chen Yao, who was observing all the time, saw the hesitation in Ye Feng's eyes and continued.

"Mr. Jiang has already rushed back from Macau. Even if you don't believe me, you have to believe Mr. Jiang, right?"

Chen Yao deliberately leaned closer and tried to lower his voice as much as possible, saying: "Leave the following matters to me. I, Chen Yao, promise to make you a Red Stick this year!"

Ye Feng first lowered his head and pretended to think.

Seeing that there was a chance, Chen Yao struck while the iron was hot and said, "Don't worry, no one will say anything. Leave everything to me and Mr. Jiang, okay?"

As he said that, Chen Yao reached out to take the dagger in Ye Feng's hand.

It seemed simple, but Chen Yao's heart was in his throat.

Fortunately, Ye Feng did not resist and took off the two daggers.

When Greyhound saw his boss like this, he immediately handed the knife to Chen Yao.

After taking the four knives, Chen Yao winked at his men and told them to throw the knives into the trash can.