"Old Wu?"

After hearing Lan Feng's words, Liang Quanhan's angry voice came from his mouth: "Bastard, let him go quickly."

"It's okay to let him go, it depends on whether you have sincerity."

Lan Feng smiled slightly, not caring about Liang Quanhan's murderous gaze at all. A playful voice came from his mouth: "It's not impossible to let me go this guy. I'll use money to redeem it for 30 million. I heard that your Qinglong Club is the second largest gang in Su Hai. I guess you are quite rich and you won't care about such a small amount of money."

Upon hearing this, Liang Quanhan's face was extremely cold. He did not expect that that guy would dare to be so bold in this situation and dare to blackmail him for a price of 30 million yuan. He really didn't know how to write the word "death".

"What does your expression mean? Could it be that you want to tell me that the Qinglong Society are all poor people. A huge gang can't even get 30 million, or is it much more important than the life of this guy? If that's the case, I'll just be the life of the fifth brother of your Qinglong Society that is too worthless, so I have to send him to hell."

As he spoke, a sharp saber appeared in Lan Feng's hand. Under the gaze of Liang Quanhan and others, the sharp saber in Lan Feng's hand had slowly pressed against his chest.

"This damn bastard."

An angry voice roared in Liang Quanhan's heart.

After hesitating for a moment, a gritting voice came from Liang Quanhan's mouth: "Okay! I'll give you 30 million. However, I'm afraid you will have no life to take the money away from here."

"You don't have to worry about this. China Huaxia Bank card number: xxxxxxxx, transfer money!" Lan Feng said with a smile.

Liang Quanhan looked extremely ugly, then he took out his cell phone and called a phone number, gave a few instructions, then hung up the phone, stared at Lan Feng, and a cold voice came from Liang Quanhan's mouth: "I have already ordered someone to transfer money, now you can let someone go, right?"

"Don't worry, I'll talk about it when I receive the message."

After a while, Lan Feng received the transfer information on his mobile phone, and then threw the wine brother in his hand aside.

"court death!"

Seeing that Lan Feng had already released someone, an angry voice came from Liang Quanhan's mouth: "Eight-Fist Slave, I'll kill that kid for me."

As Liang Quanhan finished speaking, the eight big men standing straight behind him rushed towards Lan Feng like eight fierce tigers, with thunder speed reaching the extreme, just like the breeze, and ordinary people can only see eight shadows flashing by.

The eight-fist slave Badao figures attacked Lan Feng in different directions, angles, and different attack methods, bursting out a terrifying lethal force, and an astonishing evil aura spread out from their bodies, surrounding Lan Feng.

Eight figures, eight in one, four people were feinted to attack the enemy, two people attacked quickly, one was free to find loopholes, and launched an attack, and the other was attacking again, and launched a desperate raid. The eight people joined forces to attack, which was extremely strong. Even the big bosses of the Qinglong Society dared not resist. It is conceivable how difficult it is to join forces between the eight people.

Seeing the eight people approaching him like lightning, a strange color flashed in Lan Feng's eyes. The joint attack of these eight punch slaves was really powerful. The eight people joined forces to attack, which was enough to catch ordinary people off guard. However, compared with the four sword slaves under the command of a four-month supreme figure in the dark world in the West, the gap between them is enough to be described as a world of difference.

At the moment when the eight-man attack came, Lan Feng's body was like a white crane flapping its wings and jumped up.

"call out."

The moment Lan Feng's body just flew up, four of the eight-fist slaves jumped up and headed straight for Lan Feng.

The two of them went straight to Lan Feng's arms, and they hugged Lan Feng's thighs downwards. The remaining four of them flipped strangely, and they set up a ladder to catch up with Lan Feng at a super fast speed. The top one clenched his fists and walked straight to Lan Feng's face.

It can be said that the attacks of these eight people were fast and there was a sense of incompetence. They were really powerful and rapid.

However, facing the powerful and rapid attack of the eight people, Lan Feng still looked calm and calm. His fingers snapped his fingers calmly in the air. His speed of pulling out of the air suddenly increased, just like the speed of the wind, instantly pulling the distance between the eight-fist slaves and avoiding their attacks. At the same time, Lan Feng's right leg kicked the man's chest like a bullet knife like lightning.

"Bang!"

The man's face changed. He endured the severe pain and reached out to grab Lan Feng's soles. However, Lan Feng's body made a cool rotation in the air, and his other leg was whipped like a long whip, whipping the man's face.

A powerful volleyball kick.

"Puff."

The moment he went down, the man broke out from the ladder like a cannonball, smashing hard on the ground, and blood was rushing in his mouth.

The ladder that the four of them took before also collapsed due to their involvement.

"Swallow."

However, all this is not over.

With one kick, Lan Feng used that force to rotate his body in the air, his legs formed two long whips, swept across, and took the heads of the four people before.

The murderous intent is terrifying.

"Bang bang bang..."

The blue front fell faster than the speed of jumping up before. The powerful whip legs swept out like lightning, landing on the four people who were entangled with feint attacks. The huge force exploded, kicking them out more than six meters away.

Even though they fell on the ground, they almost staggered under their feet and glided back for a distance before they stabilized their bodies.

With the rapid cooperation of the Eight-Fist Slave, Lan Feng took the lead and still gained the absolute advantage.

This scene made Liang Quanhan on the side shocked.

He was very clear about the skills and strength of the Eight Fist Slave. Even if he faced the Eight Fist Slave, it would be difficult for him to gain an absolute advantage. However, the young man was calm and composed, as if he had no effort to shake five of them back. This made Liang Quanhan's face look extremely ugly, and he couldn't help but sink in his heart, and a trace of solemn expression appeared on his face.

He turned to look at Ouyang beside him, but found that there was no change in his face, which made Liang Quanhan look at Ouyang Gao a little in his heart.

In some aspects, Qinglong Association has always been in a cooperative relationship with Ouyang. Although he had been in contact with Ouyang for a while, he never saw Ouyang take action. However, Liang Quanhan could feel that Ouyang was emitting an invisible evil spirit from time to time.

Now that Ouyang has seen Lan Feng's strength, there is still not much change. This has to allow Liang Quanhan to examine Ouyang again. Moreover, the three big shots above have given him advice and explanations.

In the distance, Su Hanyan was lying on the sun bench, holding a glass of red wine in her hand, showing the queen's lazy figure. Looking at Lan Feng, who looked casual and relaxed in the face of eight people in the distance, a slight smile appeared on her beautiful cheeks.

This is the first time Su Hanyan has seen Lan Feng fight against others in a real sense. Whether it is her previous trip to the beach or the night assassination of a billion-dollar building, she is hidden by Lan Feng, which has never seen Lan Feng fight against others.

However, the previous few experiences made this woman become more calm and composed, no longer like the panic when she was traveling by the sea, no longer like the nervousness when she was assassinated in a billion-dollar building.

I have to say that this woman's mood changes, her growth rate and adaptation to this kind of life are really too fast.

Maybe it was because she had been in contact with Lan Feng for too long and was infected and affected by him before she knew it.

Although it was the first time Su Hanyan saw Lan Feng fighting against someone, it did not hinder her appreciation of Lan Feng. In Su Hanyan's eyes, every move of Lan Feng was so casual, pleasing to the eye, without any pickiness, and released a flowing beauty that made people addicted to it.

Su Hanyan was not worried about Lan Feng at all, nor was he worried about his situation at all. The long time spent together, coupled with the series of events during the day, Su Hanyan was full of strong trust in Lan Feng. He was helpless and could not cure mutant leukemia. What else could stop him in this world?

But who is he, where he comes from, what exactly has he experienced, and what kind of story does he have?

Su Hanyan didn't know all this.

At this moment, Su Hanyan suddenly realized that she knew nothing about Lan Feng except that she knew that he was here to protect him.

Before he knew it, Su Hanyan was already full of curiosity about Lan Feng and began to become interested in his story.

It is said that women's minds change very quickly, and this sentence is true.

I don’t know if Lan Feng is watching from the side because Su Hanyan is watching. His attack methods and methods are completely different from those of normal fierceness and fierceness, but instead he adopts a chic and elegant offensive.

Attack Wuying, but he was like a shadow.

Under Lan Feng's elegant and fast body movement, the eight-fist slaves did not even touch the corner of Lan Feng's clothes. At this time, they were already covered in scars. Their rapid and rapid attacks were fatal to others, but they were dispensable to Lan Feng. Every attack they attacked was just right by Lan Feng, and then they were hit by Lan Feng's misty counterattack.

In the eyes of the Eight Fist Slaves, Lan Feng seemed to turn into a vain ghost and wander around them, leaving their attacks at a loss.

"Damn it!"

An angry voice came from the mouth of an eight-fist slave. His body was kicked away by Lan Feng and he retreated from five: "Brothers, you can't continue playing like this anymore, use the eight-fist slave lock!"

"Swish!Swish!Swish!"

As the man's words fell, the other eight-box slave members quickly distanced themselves from Lan Feng and left the battlefield.
Chapter completed!