Beauty's personal servant

Although it is autumn, it is still very early.

"Call -"

Chen Feng slowly spit out a mouthful of turbid qi and gently opened his eyes.

"When I got this gathering ring, I couldn't use it for a long time. Unexpectedly, this ring is effective for me at the moment. " Chen Feng felt the situation in his body and couldn't help smiling.

"With this ring, one night's cultivation effect is equal to the original three days of Kung Fu, which has saved me twice as much time." Chen Feng clenched his fist and his eyes were full of confidence.

A crisp mobile phone ring rang and Chen Feng picked it up.

"Hello, Chen Feng." A gentle female voice came from the other end of the phone. It sounded furtive.

"Lily, why are you calling so early?" When Chen Feng looked at the clock on the wall, it was only half past five. Moreover, Li Li's furtive tone also made him a little confused.

"Chen Feng, I don't have time to tell you so much now. We'll see each other at the gate of times square at nine o'clock this morning." Li Li's voice seemed urgent and depressed, as if it was to avoid being heard.

"Oh, good." Chen Feng pressed down his doubts and nodded.

"Remember, don't don't come. If you don't come, you'll be finished!" Li Li's voice was a little louder, which was a warning.

"Well, I won't be late..." before Chen Feng promised, Li Li hung up the phone.

"Alas, this lily is so mysterious and doesn't know anything." Chen Feng shook his head and read aloud.

Out of the hospital, Chen Feng came to a steamed stuffed bun shop not far away.

Breakfast is made by busy people. Because the pace of life in the metropolis is very fast, many people come here for breakfast before 6 o'clock.

"Chen Feng, it's so early today." The boss is a fat man. Seeing Chen Feng, he greeted him with a smile.

Chen Feng is an old customer here. He has often come here for dinner since he managed the morgue.

"Ha ha, it's still the old rule, a bowl of soybean milk and a cage of small steamed buns." Chen Feng said with a smile that the boss is a real man. He doesn't adulterate his business. He is very angry with Chen Feng.

"OK!" The fat boss shouted, skillfully rushed the soybean milk for Chen Feng, and then came to Chen Feng with a cage of small bags.

"Today, the soybeans of soybean milk are brought by one of my relatives from my hometown. They are absolutely high-quality. I specially ground some soybean milk to give you a taste." The fat boss said proudly.

"Well, it really smells better than before." Chen Feng took a sip and thumbed up.

"Hehe, just like it, just like it." The fat boss smiled with satisfaction.

At this time, several discordant voices came.

"Boss, who's the boss?" Several people with colored hair stormed into the restaurant and shouted.

"Yes, yes!" The boss is an honest man. Seeing this posture, he hurried up carefully.

"Boss, from now on, this piece will belong to our Taizi party." As he said this, the Yellow haired young man looked at the fat boss with an oblique eye and said, "from today on, someone will collect 200 protection fees every morning!"

"This..." the boss looked at the gangster head with a bitter face and couldn't help but say, "brother, the small store is a small business. Is 200 yuan too much. In the past, the Bruce Lee Gang only received 50. "

This steamed stuffed bun shop will have a turnover of 500 or 600 a day. If you deduct 200 yuan of protection fee and remove rent, there will be no profit at all.

"Hum!" The leading gangster looked at the fat boss discontentedly and shouted, "Bruce Lee Gang? The little dragon gang has long been destroyed by our Taizi party! I tell you, if you don't pay, something may happen. Don't blame us for being too. The party won't come forward to protect you. "

"This... This..." the middle-aged fat man looked embarrassed and his face was full of struggle: "the eldest brother of the Taizi party, can you be less?"

"MAHLE Gobi, I'll talk to you well. You can talk to me about terms!" With that, the gangster looked fierce and grabbed the fat boss by the corner of his clothes, trying to pull him in front of him.

However, the fat boss's body is full of meat. Where can he pull it? As soon as he pulled it, he didn't pull the fat boss's body half, but pulled off a piece of cloth from the fat boss's sweat vest.

"Shit!" Without pulling the fat boss's body, the gangster felt that he had lost face. He immediately shouted angrily and was about to come forward.

"Stop!" A loud cry suddenly came from the street outside.

A young man rushed into the shop with a machete and looked at the gangsters angrily.

The young man has short hair, and there are faint tattoo marks on his arms exposed outside his body.

"Eh?" Seeing this man, Chen Feng gave a little surprise.

"San'er, what are you doing? Didn't you promise me never to take this thing again!" When the fat boss saw the young man rush in with a knife, he was a little anxious. He explained to the gangsters: "big brothers, children are not sensible. Don't be surprised, big brothers."

With that, the fat boss nodded and bowed, took out a pack of cigarettes and divided them: "I'll pay the protection fee, I'll pay it right away!"

"The protection fee must be paid." The first gangster took the cigarette from the fat boss and lit it happily: "however, since this brother has shown his knife, should we also communicate. Isn't it, brothers“

With that, he first touched it in his trouser pocket and found a brown round stick. Then, as soon as he pressed a button on it, a blade came out brightly.

This brown round stick is actually a spring knife!

Following the action of the first gangster, several other gangsters also took out the same spring knife. For a time, the sharp tip of the knife made the fat boss feel cold.

However, he didn't retreat because of fear. Instead, he begged eagerly: "elder brothers, children are not sensible. Don't be general with him."

"Go away!" The leading gangster's face was cruel. He immediately kicked the fat boss away, and then shouted: "brothers, this boy dares to be too clever with us. Give him some color to see!"

With that, the gangster head waved a spring knife first, rushed at the young man, and fought with the young man.

When the other gangsters saw it, they rushed one by one.

"Brother, don't do it!" The fat boss shouted anxiously, but found it useless. In a hurry, he picked up the chopping knife on the chopping board and cut it at one person.

"Ah! I grass your mother! " The last gangster was hit immediately and his left hand was cut. He was immediately angry and waved a spring knife at the fat boss.

"Ah -" the fat boss covered his stomach, and blood kept dripping through his hands.

"Brother!" The young man cried sadly and rushed towards the fat boss.

"Boy, die!" Just then, the gangster leader gave a loud shout and stabbed the young man's waist with a spring knife in his hand.

The young man is focused on the fat boss. Where will he pay attention to the movement behind him? When he finds out, it's too late to dodge.

"Dead." Looking at the spring knife close at hand, a burst of despair flashed through the young man's heart.

"Long hair, long time no see." At this moment, Chen Feng's voice sounded leisurely.