340: C340 Go to Hell Go to Hell

C340 Go to Hell Go to Hell

He couldn't help but shake his head, feeling that it was a pity that the person in front of him had good skills, but unfortunately, there was something wrong with his brain.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be unable to accept it. As a hired thug, it was a pity that a mentally disabled person couldn't be cured. When he thought of this, Rong Cheng could not help but shake his head and sigh. In this world... He wanted to find a person who could be of use, a subordinate who could be of use. It was truly difficult.

After a minute of lamenting, the laughter gradually subsided. Rong Cheng's hands pressed down slightly. This was a standard speech posture. Ever since Mr Kaiser became famous, he had been inspired by all kinds of people.

As a result, this Mr Rong Cheng in front of him had also learned this move.

Both of his hands pressed down slightly, as if they had some kind of magic. The subordinates standing beside him all stopped in their positions and did not make a sound, even those who were laughing out loud just now. At this moment, he hurriedly used his hands to block his mouth. They did not want to make any sound so as to not disturb the mood of their boss.

Rong Cheng was very satisfied with the actions of his subordinates. Similar to most of the leaders in China, she only cared about these formalities. She looked at her subordinates and then looked at the person in front of her who seemed to be retarded.

Rong Cheng could not help but give out a lecture and only heard Rong Cheng slowly walk in front of Hee Feng. Then he stretched out his fat and greasy claws and prepared to use them to pat Hee Feng's shoulder. He wanted to show his elder attitude.

But an awkward scene happened.

Rong Cheng wasn't tall, less than 1.5 meters tall. Combined with his 0. 15 tons of weight. One could imagine that he was a fertilizer emperor. As a result, he simply couldn't reach Hee Feng, who was nearly 1.8 meters tall, on the shoulder.

Hee Feng tried to raise the tip of his toes to get enough, but when his greasy claws were about to pounce on him, he suddenly turned around. Rong Cheng fell to the ground, looking extremely embarrassed.

The villagers in the city who had just come back looked at the fatso who had harmed them. They thought that it was their bad luck to see this fatso in front of them. They took out their phones and started to take pictures of him. At this moment, Rong Cheng's lackeys rushed forward. They supported and patted the dust on Rong Cheng's body. They were extremely attentive.

It was a pity that these attentive people did not get rid of the fury in Rong Cheng's heart at this moment.

He heard Rong Cheng suddenly push a few of the people around him away, then he pointed at Hee Feng, who was standing in front of him. After that, he became crazy and shouted, "Brat, you better remember this! I will remember this! Wait for death!"

A cold light flashed across Hee Feng's eyes, he wanted Hee Feng to die. In that case, you should die first.

As he spoke, a silver needle suddenly appeared in his palm. If this silver needle was carefully observed with an electron microscope that was several thousand times the size of a needle, one would discover that there were tiny, almost undetectable lines on it. On the surface, it was like a rifle mounted on the barrel of a gun. It was tightly attached to the silver needle.

If one were to observe it with the naked eye, they would not be able to notice anything on it.

Hee Feng slowly walked in front of Rong Cheng. The invisible silver needle was stuck in his palm. Then, at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye, his arm suddenly moved. Then, it shrank back before anyone could notice it.

In this short moment, this silver needle that could be said to be fine hair... He almost didn't feel any pain. It was as if he had been pricked by a grain of sand and disappeared in an instant.

However, death had already been planted on Rong Cheng's body.

In less than ten days, he would probably die a violent death and he would not be able to find out the cause of the illness. It was like an unsolved mystery in the world, which made people feel puzzled.

All the tools for demolition had been destroyed, so naturally, demolition could not be carried out. Of course, this only meant that if the machine was repaired in a short period of time, it would continue.

However, temporarily, within this day, Rong Cheng's real estate company could not do anything to this village in the city. They could only leave dejectedly. After that, the residents of the village in the city also dispersed like birds.

At this moment, it was almost noon. Ang Yingying's mother then remembered that Hee Feng had not even let them eat once when he came to her house. He had neglected her just like that when he visited her for the first time, causing her to encounter so many things. It was really not good. Thus, she hurriedly instructed her family to go home. He prepared to prepare dinner for him.

On the way home, Ang Jie had a heartless look on his face as he followed behind Hee Feng. His eyes were full of worship, almost as if he wanted to kowtow and worship Hee Feng as his master, asking him to teach him martial arts.

"Brother-in-law, can you teach me martial arts?" Ang Jie asked in a low voice.

Although he had lowered his voice a lot, Ang Yingying still heard him. Ang Yingying's smiling face could not help but turn slightly red. After which, she turned her head to the side. She did not want to see what was happening here.

Ang Yingying's mother looked at everything in front of her with a smile as if she did not hear anything. He was extremely satisfied with this son-in-law. After all, he had to have the talent, money, and looks. Furthermore, he treated his daughter well and was even more polite to these two elders. He was very supportive of his son. What else was there to be picky about?

He patted Ang Jie's head and pushed him down hard. He said, "Sure, but you have to go home first. What can you learn now? We'll talk about it later! "

Hee Feng was not trying to refuse. It was just that it was not the time to learn martial arts. He was not in the mood to teach Ang Jie martial arts. He wanted to find an opportunity to teach them martial arts in the future.

After all, a young man's root bone had not been destroyed yet. At least, it would be much easier for an adult to cultivate.

Now that they had become his family, it wasn't impossible to teach them how to cultivate. He just had to be on guard. He didn't want his disciple to die of hunger, and his master to starve to death.2

Of course, none of this was possible. After all, he was the only one with a cheat. He could not give the Heaven Mending Stone to anyone. Moreover, even if he gave it to someone else, the Heaven Mending Stone might not necessarily be used by others.

Because the Heaven Mending Stone had already recognized its master, how could it change so easily?

Unless he died, how could that be possible?

After returning, there were people who came to visit one after another. The eyes of the people who came to visit were fleeting. Although they said they wanted to see if Ang Yingying's father's legs had recovered, they were actually secretly sizing up Hee Feng in front of them. Today, Hee Feng was in the limelight, and they had to remember him.

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