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When Wang Feng said this, he was very calm. However, in the eyes of the young master of the Tang family, Wang Feng was just trying to put on a show of acting tough, but acting weak and trying to mystify things.
So, without any hesitation, he ordered his men to attack Wang Feng: "Hehe, am I stupid? Then we'll see. Shoot! "
With a command from the young master of the Tang clan, the ten Crossbow Arrow's hands pulled the trigger.
Whoosh
The ten Crossbow Arrow released chilling sounds of wind breaking as they flew towards Wang Feng and Wen Siying!
All the hoodlums thought that Wang Feng was dead this time, and their faces were full of mockery.
"Let's see how you die!"
"I told you to be pretentious …"
"How is this possible?"
In the next moment, the mocking expression on everyone's faces disappeared, and replacing it was a look of shock.
The moment the ten Crossbow Arrow s shot out, Wang Feng threw Wen Siying behind him and carried her on his back. He then looked for Wen Siying with one hand and clenched his fist.
Wang Feng caught five Crossbow Arrow with one hand, while the other five shot onto Wang Feng's body.
Originally, they should have been happy to have hit Wang Feng, but they were shocked to discover that the five arrows didn't pierce Wang Feng at all. Instead, they fell to the ground the moment they hit Wang Feng.
Not a single injury!
The Tang Clan's young master's face paled as he roared, "Shoot again!"
The ten Crossbow Arrow s loaded the Crossbow Arrow onto the crossbow and were about to attack again. Wang Feng casually threw his hand and the five Crossbow Arrow s flew towards the young master of the Tang family.
No one thought that Wang Feng would actually throw an arrow with his bare hands. Furthermore, the power of the arrow that he threw with his bare hands was so great that it was not slower than their Crossbow Arrow s!
"Ah —" The young master of the Tang clan did not have time to dodge as the five Crossbow Arrow pierced his four limbs and his lower abdomen, causing him to kneel on the ground!
"Young Master!" Young Master! " Seeing that their boss had been severely injured by Wang Feng, the others immediately surrounded their boss to check on his injuries, without caring about anything else.
Wang Feng did not hesitate and took advantage of the chaos to leave: "Tang Family Fist Club right? I'll call on you at ten tomorrow morning. "
Looking at Wang Feng walking away, the Tang Family's young master, who was embarrassed and angry, roared: "I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!"
Wang Feng immediately sent Wen Siying to the hospital, then got someone to take care of her. He ran to the Police Station to bring his wife back, and then directly sent her to the airport: "Wifey, you go first. I have some matters to take care of here, so I'll be back in the evening. Yan Su will be waiting for you at the airport.
"Yes." Hee Minxuan didn't ask Wang Feng about anything, she just told him, "Be careful."
Of course, she also knew that it was the same as not having told him. If Wang Feng turned the car around, then no matter how she told him, it would be useless.
The reason he said that was to let Wang Feng know that his wife was worried about his safety and to let him think more carefully.
"Alright." After watching Hee Minxuan get on the plane, Wang Feng finally felt relieved. He turned around and went back to the hospital to take care of Wen Siying.
How should he put it, this was fate.
If it weren't for today's matter, even if they met face to face in the future, neither of them would even look at each other.
And now, Wang Feng treated Wen Siying as his own sister.
If he had not been concerned with this matter, Wen Siying might have been bullied by the scoundrels, but she would not have been injured to such an extent.
However, he did not care. Since Wen Siying was injured like this, he naturally had to take responsibility until the end.0
It was just a boxing club, but he treated himself as a local tyrant and bullied Wang Feng.
If Wang Feng didn't kick this boxing club, then he wouldn't have the surname Wang!
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