After squeezing through the crowded crowd, Du Feng stepped directly into the circle. Without saying a word, he moved in front of Brother Qiang and landed a hook and a heavy punch.

Brother Qiang's evil smile that was full of superiority suddenly condensed into a ball. It only took a few seconds for Du Feng to enter the circle and strike. He had no defense at all. He was hit in the head by the punch and fell to the ground with a groan.

land.

The crowd let out bursts of exclamations, and the four strong men who were punching and kicking the man immediately stopped and looked at Du Feng and Brother Qiang on the ground suspiciously, feeling at a loss what to do.

Brother Qiang stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from his forehead. Du Feng punched him so hard that he was even stunned for a long time.

"What do you do? What the hell!" Brother Qiang was furious. He was punched so suddenly. In front of so many people, he must have lost his face.

Suddenly getting up, Brother Qiang was like an enraged mad dog. Du Feng's silence made him even more arrogant, yelling and waving his fists before hitting him.

Du Feng stayed still, and there was no pressure to deal with this kind of thing. As he approached, he struck out with his right leg and hit Brother Qiang's cheek with his heavy foot. Brother Qiang's face deformed and he flew away.

The crowd once again let out bursts of exclamations, mixed with many cheering sounds.

Yang Junhao walked up to Du Feng. In his opinion, Du Feng was a true god.

"Who are you? Why are you meddling in my business?" Brother Qiang seemed to realize the strength of the other party, and he would never be his opponent.

"He told you to give you a few more days of grace, and you can give him a few more days of grace. You have to be merciful and merciful. There is no need to leave people with no way out!" Yang Junhao said angrily.

"Ouch! You boy with a fair and tender face! Are you trying to teach me a lesson? Don't be disgusted with me! I want my money, what's your business? What's your relationship with him? Good friends? That's it.

Even better, help him pay back the money quickly,

We're done!" Brother Qiang kept saying sarcastically. His resentment for being beaten could never be wiped away in such a simple way. Of course, before money, money still needs to come first. Wait until they pay back the money before sending more people to attack them.

Late.

"We don't know him, we just draw our swords to help." Yang Junhao explained immediately.

"I don't know what the limelight is, so good! Are you nosy?" Brother Qiang hummed as he took out the phone, quickly found a number and dialed it.

"Hey! Brother Yang, I was beaten in the commercial street! That's right! You hurry up and bring someone here, I'll have someone watch him, he won't be able to escape!" Brother Qiang was so arrogant that he gently pressed the hang-up button and put the person on hold.

Throw the phone back into your pocket.

"I won't argue with you now, just wait for me! Two minutes, whoever runs away is a son of a bitch!" Brother Qiang cursed incessantly, pointing at the tip of Du Feng's nose and moving his finger up and down.

The crowd of onlookers began to gradually disperse without knowing it. The seriousness of a phone call became clear in everyone's mind. Within two minutes, an unimaginable scene would inevitably happen. If the underworld was involved, this matter would

It will be much more difficult.

At this time, they had to worry about Du Feng. They would suffer the consequences of being in the spotlight, and retaliation was inevitable.

Du Feng stared at Brother Qiang silently, with a strange smile, and he didn't seem to have much panic.

Even though Yang Junhao was nervous about the powerful forces he had not seen yet, with Du Feng by his side, he seemed to have a cornerstone of security.

"Uncle Feng, I'm going to call now and ask someone to help!" Yang Junhao hurriedly looked for the phone number. He seemed to be able to attract more people with one phone call, including young masters from wealthy families, and people from both black and white groups.

Du Feng stopped him: "Do you want to be scolded by your dad or do you want me to be scolded by your dad?"

"How could my dad scold you?" Yang Junhao asked puzzled.

"You are not doing your work but you are going out to cause trouble. I brought you here. Even if your father doesn't do anything to me, I have no shame in seeing him!" Du Feng said quietly.

"Then what should we do? If a large group of people come, how many can you handle?" Yang Junhao said with a bitter smile. It is difficult for two fists to defeat four people. One person cannot deal with a group of people no matter what.

"You leave here now, I'll just handle it myself." Du Feng gave him a gentle push.

"Me? Let's go? Are you kidding? How could I leave you alone at this time!" Yang Junhao shook his head vigorously.

"If you don't have the ability to act strong here, you are asking for trouble. Listen to me and don't get involved no matter what. Let's go!" Du Feng looked firm.

Yang Junhao was hesitant. He knew very well what would happen next. As a person with no strength, even if he had practiced Jeet Kune Do taught by so-called folk martial arts artists for several years, to him it was just a trick.

That's all, it won't be of much use in actual combat.

"Don't hesitate, you won't be able to leave if you hesitate any longer!" Du Feng urged.

Yang Junhao moved his body, but did not go far. He immediately came back with his footsteps.

"Why don't you leave?" Du Feng said slightly angrily.

"Uncle Feng, am I the kind of person who is afraid of death? How can I leave you alone? Even if you are beaten to death today, I will definitely accompany you!" Yang Junhao gritted his teeth hard.

Du Feng glanced at his face and nodded secretly. This little sentence was to the point. He had already said that this guy was good.

The crowd gradually dispersed and continued to watch further away. The circle immediately dissipated, and several people were clearly visible on the pedestrian street.

Soon, a large number of people gathered from a fork in the commercial street and rushed towards this direction with great momentum.

The atmosphere dropped to freezing point. Those people were holding instruments, including rubber sticks and daggers. The large, dark group of people looked like hell soldiers coming to steal souls.

Most of the onlookers ran away quickly. This kind of momentum was enough to frighten anyone's courage. They were helpless, and if they were injured, they would not be able to get away with it.

A team of nearly seventy or eighty people pressed forward, extremely arrogant.

A middle-aged man of medium build wearing a leather jacket stood out. His sleeves were rolled up, and the tattoos on his two arms were very eye-catching.

Du Feng took a glance and saw that this man's stature was not intimidating, and he was not much different from himself, but Du Feng still secretly made a note of him.

People with strong means are not necessarily fat. Really strong people have capable bodies. Such people are the most difficult to deal with.

Brother Qiang immediately covered his head and walked over: "Brother Yang, that's him, he was meddling in other people's business, and he even beat me up!"

Brother Yang nodded, his face looked as if someone owed him a lot of money, and the amplitude of his nod was very exaggerated, just like the face of a street gangster.

"You! Come here!" Brother Yang pointed at Du Feng.

Du Feng walked over slowly without hesitation.

Brother Yang instantly took off and kicked fiercely. Du Feng seemed to have no time to dodge. He was hit by this kick and immediately took a few steps back.

"What the hell! You like to meddle in other people's business, don't you? You don't even care about whose territory this is!" Brother Yang laughed sinisterly. He exerted all his strength with his kick and didn't kick Du Feng over. It was Du Feng's strength.

powerful.

Yang Junhao was immediately dumbfounded. Du Feng was hit by someone, but he was willing to get close to him. Except for some changes in his expression, he seemed to have no intention of fighting back.

"Get over here! Why are you hiding so far away?" Brother Yang hooked at Du Feng again.

Du Feng seemed hesitant, but finally came over.

Brother Yang grabbed his neck fiercely, used strength in his hands, hit him hard with his knees, and kicked him again.

Du Feng was hit continuously, his body trembled and he fell to the ground, his face already stained red with nosebleeds.

"Uncle Feng!" Yang Junhao was shocked. In front of Brother Yang, Du Feng seemed to have no fighting power and no desire to fight back at all.

Yang Junhao ran over and supported Du Feng: "Uncle Feng, what's going on? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Du Feng smiled bitterly and vomited a mouthful of blood: "Why don't you leave if I ask you to, and stay and suffer with me? You are really stupid!"

"Why didn't you fight back?" Yang Junhao was heartbroken, but doubts occupied his whole body.

"I no longer have the motivation to do anything. There are some things you won't understand. Those days of fighting and killing have passed. I just want to enjoy the life of an ordinary person! Do you understand?" Du Feng said with a bitter smile again.

"You're laughing at me next door! Get over here quickly!" Brother Yang pointed at his feet and crossed the line.

The onlookers were already scared out of their wits. They all knew that the man who was beaten was bound to be doomed today. This Brother Yang was not only powerful and cruel, he also had a lot of background. He was the son of the police station director and was very arrogant.

"Uncle Feng, if you had said so earlier, I would never let you rescue people!" Yang Junhao said with shame.

Du Feng is willing to be beaten. There are still such people in this world! He is obviously capable of fighting against him, but he doesn't fight back!

Du Feng pushed him: "You stay away, there is nothing wrong with you, there is no need to get involved! You watch from a distance, I will pay the price for saving people today, I hope you can understand, this

There are countless people in the world who want to help, and there is simply no way you can save them all. People only live for themselves, and there is no need to ask others."

"What the hell! If you don't come over after I count to three, I'm going to have someone carry you over!" Brother Yang howled angrily.

Du Feng stood up and walked slowly to Brother Yang again.

"Are these two comfortable? Huh? Isn't it very comfortable? Are you nosy? You are young and not very smart, aren't you?" Brother Yang raised his hand and patted Du Feng's forehead, crisply.

The sound is shocking.

"This kid pretended to be deaf and mute. He didn't say a word from beginning to end. He only spoke to that guy!" Brother Qiang pointed to Yang Junhao not far away.

Brother Yang glanced at Yang Junhao and saw that he was wearing a suit and leather tie and looked very handsome. He seemed to be a rich man. He hooked his right hand and said, "Then boy, come here too!"

"It doesn't matter what you do to me, I remind you, if you do anything to him, I will make you die ugly!" Du Feng's cold voice came out from under Brother Yang's palm.

Everyone was stunned. Brother Yang's eyes widened, not believing that these words would come from the mouth of a loser.

"Shout! You're very capable!" Brother Yang raised his fist and struck out with an old punch. Du Feng couldn't dodge and fell to the ground with a sigh.
Chapter completed!