Supreme Medicinal God

Seeing Ye Feng coming over a Chinese cigarette, the two men's expressions eased a lot and their tone softened.

The short man nodded: "Well, you drive the car, let's see if the value is not worth collecting."

The tall man smiled and said: "Boy, you can rest assured, as long as your car is in good condition, Biao is fancy, he is generous and will definitely give you a good price."

Taking the cigarette from Ye Feng's hand, the short repairman took out a lighter from his pocket. The all-bronze metal shell glowed with bronze light, and the top was also carved with exquisite Bauhinia patterns.

The short man shook the lighter coquettishly, opened the lighter shell, and once pressed the igniter, a golden flame spewed out.

The short man lit cigarettes for himself and the tall man, and shook his hand pretendingly. The lighter shell made a crisp sound, and the local sound closed again, extinguishing the flame.

There was a flash of killing in Ye Feng's eyes. The lighter in the short man's hand. Ye Feng saw it last night. It was the lighter Wu Gang used.

The tall man looked enviously: "Li San, you sell this lighter to me, I will give you 200 yuan."

Li Sanyi disdained: "This is my loot, there is nothing in the bar, but I smashed hard for a long time before I found such a baby, let alone two hundred, I will not sell two thousand."

The tall man complained: "You got a lighter after you smashed it for a long time, but I didn't even get a lighter for a long time.

From the conversation between the two, Ye Feng heard clearly, they and Biao smashed the bar this morning.

Just when the two were still immersed in the excitement of getting a lighter, they heard that the shutter door was closing loudly and the two guys cried in shock.,

"How did this door close automatically"

"Amazing events."

Ye Feng suppressed his anger and asked with a smile: "You all went to the bar today?"

The two repairmen suddenly understood what they were, and the short man sullenly said: "Boy, who the hell are you?"

The tall man asked in doubt: "Your boy will not be a policeman."

"I'm more terrible than the police."

As soon as the short man lifted the big hammer in his hand, the whole person flew out, hitting heavily on a motorcycle under repair. The huge impact force knocked the motorcycle's wheels.

The tall man stared at Ye Feng in a daze, but did not see Ye Feng's hands, why did his companion fly out?

He suddenly understood how Yemen fell to the door.

But he also has a fluke mentality, maybe this is a coincidence.

He held a pointed screwdriver in his palm, and pierced it hard against Ye Feng.

Seeing that his screwdriver was about to hit Ye Feng, although it was not a real knife, this pointed knife stabbed in the body, and it could also poke a hole.

Boy, don't hide, let you know how powerful my screwdriver is.

However, Ye Feng in his eyes, a contemptuous sneer in the corner of his mouth, burst out with a force of thought.

The tall man felt a wave-like force, striking himself hard.

In front of this power, he had a small feeling, as if he was trapped in the rough sea, facing the gigantic waves, without any thought of rebellion, only leaned down and bowed down.

He felt his body lifted by tremendous force, rammed straight back, hit the container behind him, and deformed the steel container.

He fell into a mess of motorcycle accessories, a barrel of black motor oil, dripping from the top of his head on his face, but he did not have a little effort to move his body.

He felt as if his body had broken, and there were tingling pains all over his body. He moved a little, and it was painful.

Ye Feng came over with a sneer. He still kept a little strength. He didn't beat the short man like he was to beat the short man. He made the tall man unable to move, but his consciousness was sober.

The tall man trembled with pain, and looked at Ye Feng tremblingly. I regretted coming to work at this car repair shop. Not only did he not make money, but he was beaten so miserably.

"Brother, who are you, I have no grudges against you, why do you treat me like this?"

Ye Feng looked into the tall man's eyes and saw regret and sadness in it.

He sneered: "You are invincible with me, but you smashed my friend's bar, and you said what should I do with you."

The tall man suddenly realized that Ye Feng came to avenge Wu Gang. He regretted listening to Biao's words and smashing the bar. Biao ran away, but he was retaliated.

Thinking of this, his tears came down: "Brother, I can't help, the boss wants me to go, I can't help but go. I only smashed the wine cabinet, there was no beating, and the man was from Biao and the thin monkey Please, I don’t want to die, don’t kill me."

Brother Biao, Ye Feng remembers that strong man, is the thin monkey the thin man last night?

"Relax, I won't kill you. You will be the most guilty. What about them, Biao?"

"They all go to dinner, I don't know where to go."

At this time it was lunch time. In addition to fighting, these guys were drinking, or just being a car, eating lazy, not doing business.

"You really don't know where Brother Biao is?"

"I really don't know, brother, I've been beaten up like this by you. Do I dare to tell the truth?"

"I guess you dare not, you give me Buji phone number."

The tall man grimaced and told Ye Feng his phone number. Ye Feng made a phone call to King McKinley after writing down.

"Brother Mike King, there is another phone number that you want to help me locate. It would be better if you could monitor."

Mike King is eating: "Is it urgent? I am tasting a delicious piece of chicken wings."

Ye Feng laughed: "Of course anxious, but I will give you five minutes to eat chicken wings."

McKin smiled and said: "My brother Ye is really generous and generous. You send me the phone number and I will locate you after I eat the chicken wings."

Ye Feng touched Wu Gang's lighter from the short man who fell to the ground. The short man also woke up and looked at Ye Feng in horror, just like watching a devil.

Ye Feng lit a cigarette with a lighter, spit out the smoke ring, and fiddled with a lighter with a full metal shell.

He looked at the short man coldly: "Boy, you remember, something that doesn't belong to you, don't take it. For you, this is a death lighter. I didn't want to kill you, but you robbed Wu Gang Must be punished."

The short man wanted to say something but couldn't make a sound. He was more seriously injured than the tall man, and his limbs and neck were all broken.

However, Ye Feng kept his life so that he could confess his past mistakes and redeem himself.

The short man only understood why Ye Feng came here, the expression of regret appeared in his eyes, but it was too late.

(End of this chapter)