The personal master of the stunning president

Chapter 117

If Han Yuerong was here, he would definitely warn Leng Feng with a loud voice, brother-in-law, what time is it, you are still a money fan, don't you die!
Han Yueying and Yang Xiruo also looked at Leng Feng with dull faces. This guy actually bargained with the vicious robbers. Isn't he afraid that the robbers will surprise him after he angers them?

Li Hongxu in the crowd looked at Leng Feng with a gloomy face. If Leng Feng couldn't come up with so much money, there was only one end, death!
"You're such a long-winded fart..." The masked man standing beside Leng Feng stared at him, and slammed the butt of his gun at Leng Feng.

"Ah..." Leng Feng groaned strangely, put his hands on his head, and squatted down, but a cold light flashed from the palm of his hand, and directly fell into the eyebrow of the masked man.

"If you don't have money, then die..." The masked man on the stairs said with a cold face at this moment, and the two masked men walked towards Leng Feng with their guns in hand.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I have 6000 million in my card, I'll give it to you, give it to you..." When the masked man shook and his pupils began to dilate, Leng Feng hugged the masked man hysterically shouted.

"Swoosh..." When Leng Feng begged, several cold lights shot out from his hands, and fell into the eyebrows of the two masked men who were close to him.

The other masked men finally realized that something was wrong, especially the two masked men holding the WeChat payment code and the credit card machine. After a change of expression, they threw the tools in their hands aside and were about to take the gun.

"Whoosh..." Two cold lights flashed, and the two masked men fell to the ground without saying a word. Almost in the blink of an eye, there were only three masked men who could stand.

"Kill me..." The man in the mask standing on the stairs roared hysterically, and the muzzle of his gun was raised.

"Whoosh..." The moment the masked man pointed his gun at Leng Feng, Leng Feng raised his hand vigorously, and a cold light broke the boundaries of time and space, and a cold light pierced the masked man's throat Shiny dagger.

"Bang bang..." The remaining two masked men finally came to their senses and slapped Leng Feng, but at this time Leng Feng had already grabbed the corpse of a masked man, shrunk and hid under the body.

"Plop..." Two bullets shot into the corpse, splashing countless blood, and Leng Feng had already picked up the submachine gun at this time, and punched the masked man in the distance.

"Bang..." After a gunshot, a blood hole exploded in the masked man's chest, and he fell to the ground unwillingly. Seeing that the situation was not good, the last remaining masked man turned his head and rushed towards the door outside.

Leng Feng was about to pull the trigger and shoot the last masked man completely, but at this moment the masked man had already slipped into the crowd. Leng Feng was afraid of accidentally injuring others, so he had to lower his gun and chase after him.

When the robbers said that Han Yueying and Yang Xiruo were both worth 3000 million, Leng Feng confirmed his judgment that these people must have made such a big commotion because of Han Yueying or Yang Xiruo.

Leng Feng knew that even if he made so much money, the man in the mask would never let Han Yueying or Yang Xiruo go, so he made a decisive move.

Leng Feng knew better that only one of the eight masked men was killed by him. If he wanted to know the ultimate purpose of these robbers, he could only start with the only remaining masked man.

He chased out the door like the wind, and when he saw that the man in the mask had jumped into a car and was about to leave, Leng Feng snorted coldly, and went directly to Han Yueying's Mercedes-Benz, opened the door and closed it car.

At the moment when the car started to flee, the Mercedes-Benz made a loud roar and slammed into the car hard.

"Boom..." The car was hit and lost its direction, and it slammed into the concrete pillar used for isolation, making a loud noise.

The huge inertia caused the man in the mask to slam his face into the steering wheel, but the man in the mask didn't dare to neglect, he put the reverse gear in a hurry, and stepped on the gas pedal fiercely.

"Bang..." When the car was trying to back out, Leng Feng stepped on the gas pedal again, and the Mercedes Benz hit the car again, and the car was completely sprawled.

Only then did Leng Feng get out of the car, came to the door of the car, smashed the glass with a punch, and wanted to pull the masked man out of the cab.

"Ah... ah... don't... my leg is broken... it's stuck in it... don't move..." the man in the mask screamed hysterically.

Only now did Leng Feng see that one of the masked man's feet was stuck in the car, and the place where it got stuck was bloody and bloody, but he didn't show any mercy and pulled the masked man out forcefully.

"Ah..." The man in the mask didn't expect Leng Feng to be so cruel, he screamed and looked at Leng Feng pleadingly.

"Tell me, what is your ultimate mission?" Leng Feng tugged several times, but failed to drag the man in the mask out of the car. He could only give up and tore off the mask of the man in the mask. the face of a Westerner.

"We're just asking for money, we don't have any mission." The Westerner spoke Chinese very well and looked at Leng Feng blankly.

"Say, maybe I'll leave you with a whole body. If you don't tell me, I'll tear your bones apart one by one." Leng Feng grabbed one of Xi Jinping's fingers and slapped it hard.

"I really don't know anything, I don't know anything, even if you beat me to death, I can't tell!" The painful feeling made Westerners break out in a cold sweat, but these words were repeated over and over again.

When the third finger of the Westerner was cut off, and the Westerner was still repeating that sentence, Leng Feng finally lost his patience: "You forced me to do this trick. I don't believe it. Someone can keep a secret."

"You are Satan..." The Westerner's pupils suddenly shrank like needlepoints.

"Is Satan famous? Am I worthy to pretend to be him?" Leng Feng sneered, and in the laughter, he snapped off another Westerner's finger.

Looking at the lack of pity in Leng Feng's eyes, the Westerner couldn't help but shiver. As a person in the underground world, he knows what kind of existence Satan is. If he didn't say it today, the man in front of him really The ones will tear apart their bones one by one!
"Satan, I really don't know anything. We're really just here to ask for money." The Westerner looked at Leng Feng, and after saying this, a large stream of blood suddenly gushed out of his mouth, and he tilted his head completely. Lost breath.

"Bastard..." Leng Feng never imagined that after knowing his identity, Westerners completely gave up the idea of ​​survival, directly biting their tongues and killing themselves, and couldn't help stamping their feet in resentment.

Leng Feng, who didn't get the information he wanted, returned to the hall dejectedly, but seeing that the hall was empty, not only Li Hongxu and others disappeared, but also Han Yueying and Yang Xiruo, his heart sank!
(End of this chapter)