Are The Villain Bosses Strong?

Scar Brother led a group of younger brothers back to their own territory.

He stayed with Lan Zai and his gang for half the night, but he didn't get any help and was bitten by mosquitoes. If it weren't for their friendship, Lan Zai would have to pay tens of thousands of labor fees.

Seeing their boss touching the centipede-shaped scar on his face, the younger brothers were unusually honest, and no one wanted to be the target of a gun.

When they returned to the store, they found that there was no one in the store. The younger brother saw that it was not good and shouted: "Where is the fat bug! Scar Brother is back!"

There was no response for a long time, and Scar Brother stood at the door with an even more ferocious smile.

When he walked into the store, Scar Brother smelled a pungent smell of blood. He turned his head and looked behind the counter and saw that the fat bug who was watching the store had his head smashed and was lying on the ground dead.

The younger brothers were silent, and they all felt that something bad was going to happen.

After opening the cellar, the group walked down and saw the dead bodies of Ermao and Sanmao.

"One, two, three..."

"Brother Scar, there are three people missing from the cage."

"Hehe." The centipede scar on Brother Scar's face seemed to come alive and bite people.

"Who opened the cell door?" Brother Scar walked into the cell and stared at the women sitting on the ground huddled together and shivering.

Seeing that no one spoke, Brother Scar stepped forward and pulled out a woman and threw her to the ground, pressing her neck tightly.

"It seems that you want to die together?"

"Ahem... I, tell me!"

"A male outsider, he killed the two people on the ground, opened the cage and took away the thinnest girl." The woman took advantage of Brother Scar's slight relaxation and said quickly with fear.

After hearing this, Brother Scar became even more angry. Lanzai went to him just to block outsiders, but he brought people there and his house was robbed instead.

"What does that stranger look like?"

"Nothing special, nothing special."

Scar brother raised his foot and broke the woman's arm and said, "I am very dissatisfied with your answer."

"Whoever can tell the characteristics of this stranger will be rewarded with a chicken leg."

"He is nearly 1.8 meters tall!"

"Shoes size 42!"

"I remember his appearance, I can draw it!"

"He has a wart on his left wrist!"

The women rushed to speak. As for who Ji Feng is and why he came here, it has nothing to do with them. They only care about the chicken leg they can eat soon.

After a while, Scar brother held the portraits of Ji Feng and Yang Ling'er in his hand.

"Go, send a copy to Lan Zai, and search the whole city tomorrow!"

The subordinate took the portrait and asked tentatively.

"Brother Scar, this guy is so arrogant, what if he is a genetic warrior?"

"Genetic warrior? Haha, so what? Even if he can beat ten or a hundred, I don't believe he can beat a thousand. He will die even if he is killed!"

The subordinate shuddered, feeling that the portrait in his hand was extremely hot.

"Don't think about escaping, we can't escape either. Mr. Liang doesn't like to keep useless people to work for him. Once we are defined as useless, do you think we still need to exist?" Brother Scar said in a cold voice.

The subordinate gritted his teeth and left with the portrait.

Brother Scar sat under the yellow light bulb and sharpened the machete that had accompanied him for many years.

Now it is no longer a battle to defend his face, but a battle to defend his life.

...

The sun was blowing on his face, with the tenderness of the morning.

The wind that had wandered outside for a night finally found its home. It tried its best to squeeze into the crack of the window and blew a strand of light brown hair.

Yang Linger huddled in the warm quilt. She used to be able to survive the winter with only a set of tattered clothes, but she didn't know why she felt cold when she heard the sound of the wind.

Her black eyes stayed outside, looking at everything in the room in confusion and greed.

A single bed, a wardrobe, a desk, a bench, and a dressing mirror were all the furnishings in the room.

She left the cage and actually had a room of her own.

Even after a night, Yang Linger had not adapted to this unreal feeling.

Why was Ji Feng so good to her? Was she worthy of being treated like this? Yang Linger had never thought about such questions, and even if she had thought about them, she didn't care much.

A night of enjoyment made her just want to wake up in the same warm quilt tomorrow.

If you want to be beaten less, you have to be obedient. If you don't want to be abandoned, make yourself valuable.

This is the truth that the world taught her.

Yang Linger sniffed, resolutely lifted the quilt, and stepped on a pair of wide slippers with her thin feet, making a clacking sound when she walked.

Looking at the shoes under her feet, and then at the door closed by Ji Feng, Yang Linger took off her slippers and walked barefoot on the cold floor.

She wanted to give herself the value of not being abandoned.

The morning breeze in the other room was not so gentle. It blew violently against the windows and hit the walls, and the noise directly disturbed Ji Feng's sweet dream.

Ji Feng got up half-asleep to deal with the water storage problem.

The habit of living alone for many years made him walk into the bathroom on his own, supporting the wall with one hand and opening the gate with his eyes closed to release water.

Suddenly, his brows frowned and felt something was wrong. He felt something was wrong.

Ji Feng temporarily closed the gate and opened his eyes.

Yang Linger was seen kneeling on the tiles, looking at him while wiping the tiles with a rag in her hand. Obviously, she was also stunned by Ji Feng's sudden release of water.

Hiss~!

What should I do now?

Go back to the room to sleep to avoid embarrassment? But it always feels weird when the water is halfway filled.

Or should I pretend to be sleepwalking and continue to open the gate?

A watermelon with eyes and a mouth appeared in Ji Feng's mind, scolding him.

Suddenly, his confused and rebellious mind skipped all the correct and fairly correct answers and went straight to the root of the problem.

"It's so scary this morning, why didn't you say anything when I came in!"

"..."

"..."

"It's okay." Ji Feng returned to the room with a wooden face, lying on the bed and covering himself with the quilt.

Five minutes later, Ji Feng sat up suddenly and gave himself a guilty look.

Yesterday, I knew that Yang Ling'er couldn't speak, so how could I say this today?

Listening to the sparse sounds outside like little mice moving, thinking of Yang Ling'er cleaning her thin body in his clothes, I really couldn't sleep.

Ji Feng opened the door, Yang Ling'er looked back, and the two looked at each other.

For some reason, Ji Feng gradually lost the courage to look at each other.

"Why aren't you wearing shoes?" Ji Feng asked, looking away.

Yang Ling'er gestured twice, but Ji Feng didn't seem to understand what she meant. Yang Ling'er knew that she didn't understand, so she lowered her head and waited to be scolded.

Ji Feng could only helplessly put his palm on Yang Ling'er's head and rubbed it.

"I don't mean to blame you."