The Dragon from Hell

As soon as the woman made a move, Qin Feng could tell that she was not simple.

Although she did not have the aura of a strong man, she was at least a warrior in the early stage of the Yellow Realm.

She followed Yang Ziheng not to be a bodyguard, but she was definitely not a vase.

This slap directly made Zeng Keyi's pretty face swollen and her nose bleed.

Yang Ziheng did not give her face at all. He directly put his legs on the mahogany coffee table, and even ignored the expensive tea sets on it. He kicked away a few cups because they were in the way.

"Since you are also a senior, I have spent a lot of time here with you today."

Yang Ziheng played with the teacup: "But don't force me to do it too much and make everyone embarrassed, right? After all, my master accepted me as a disciple when he was old, and you can't refuse his face, right?"

Qin Feng stood aside expressionlessly, watching the drama coldly.

Originally, he just came to meet old friends on behalf of his master, but he never expected to encounter such a good show.

Zeng Keyi is indeed unruly and willful, but she just vented her anger for her grandfather. After all, this is still the Zeng family, and Yang Ziheng is so presumptuous.

Not only did he attack his granddaughter in front of Zeng Lao, but he also threatened the old man to hand over the things left by his master.

Although even he didn't know what that thing was, it was obvious that Yang Ziheng came for it.

He didn't say anything for the time being, but wanted to see what Yang Ziheng relied on to make Zeng Lao believe in his identity.

Zeng Lao's face was extremely ugly at this time, and the muscles on his face were trembling slightly.

He didn't respond to Yang Ziheng immediately, but called out "Old Bo".

The gray-clothed old man walked up with a sinister face and bowed his head beside him: "Master, what do you want?"

As soon as the old man opened his mouth, his voice revealed a vague murderous intent.

He hid it very well, but he couldn't hide it from Qin Feng.

"Ke Yi is injured, you should treat her first."

It seems that Mr. Zeng also saw that the prostitute had some skills, and was afraid that she might have some hidden diseases.

"Yes."

Mr. Bo helped Zeng Keyi to sit on the sofa and checked her pulse.

The young lady kept her head down, and it seemed that she finally realized: with her grandfather's love for her, if the other party was not really of noble status and could not afford to provoke, he would never watch her being bullied like this.

So she finally stopped honestly.

But she was honest, and the prostitute was even more proud: "It's a pity that I couldn't destroy her face with a slap."

After saying that, she fiddled with her diamond nails and got into Yang Ziheng's arms unhappily: "Young Master Yang, look, I broke my nails to vent my anger for you, you have to compensate me well."

Yang Ziheng pinched her cheeks: "Don't worry, when I get the things left by my master, I will compensate you well when I go back."

There was another person who didn't look very good at the scene, that was Lin Huaiqiu.

Seeing Yang Ziheng and the prostitute so arrogant, with anger in his eyes, he could only endure it and sigh.

He took the initiative to stand up and walked to Zeng Hanjiang, advising: "Mr. Zeng, you should go and get the things. After all, Young Master Yang is the one who chose him. You and I have read the handwriting. It is indeed the handwritten letter of that person. That person asked you to give the things to his disciples, so don't hesitate any longer."

After speaking, he looked back at Yang Ziheng, moved closer, and lowered his voice and said: "Yes, he is just a young master of the Yang family now. He is nothing to you and me. But once he inherits the Panlong Order in the future, he will be your and my master!"

Lin Huaiqiu is a generation younger than Zeng Hanjiang, but both of them are old men in the Panlong Hall and know each other better.

After hearing his words, Zeng Hanjiang's expression was not so tense, but he just sighed: "Alas, Huaiqiu, you should know that I am not greedy for those things. I just think that such a wise and brave person, how could... Alas!"

He didn't finish his words, but Lin Huaiqiu could understand what he meant.

What kind of hero was that person back then?

How could they choose a spoiled young man from a noble family as their heir?

Before this, when this young man came to them, it would not be too much to ask him to kneel down.

After all, Yang Ziheng was not a big deal in the Yang family. He could not even get involved in the family business, but now he has become the heir of the old Dragon Lord.

A higher official can crush a person to death, not to mention that if he really becomes the Dragon Lord, with the absolutely strict rules and regulations in the Panlong Palace, the lives of the two of them will probably be controlled by him.

Lin Huaiqiu sighed and shook his head: "Forget it, Mr. Zeng, just give it to him. Anyway, it's that person's thing. We are just returning it to its original owner."

"Alas, this is the only way.”

Zeng Hanjiang was persuaded and didn’t want to have any more conflicts with Yang Ziheng.

He asked a few people to wait downstairs, and he went upstairs and didn’t come down for a long time.

Yang Ziheng was impatient, stood up and went upstairs cursing: “MD, what is this old man dawdling about, don’t you want to take it out?”

Seeing that he was about to trespass, Bo Lao came to the stairs quietly and stared at him sinisterly: “Young master, upstairs is the master’s private area, please wait here.”

Bo Lao’s skills were really strong, and no one except Qin Feng could see when he went over.

He was so old that the skin on his face was as loose as a rag, and his cold eyes really scared Yang Ziheng, and he immediately pointed at Bo Lao’s nose and cursed: “MD, who are you? You are just a dog raised by my servants, and you dare to stop me?”

“Bo Lao! "

Lin Huaiqiu knew Yang Ziheng's temper and was about to go forward to persuade him, but it was too late.

After being frightened, Yang Ziheng poked a finger on Old Bo's forehead: "Will you get out of the way?"

It seemed that Old Bo was not unaware of Yang Ziheng's identity, but he was still very firm: "Young Master Yang, please go back and wait."

"Okay, okay, you won't let me go, right!"

Seeing that he, a servant, dared to resist him, Yang Ziheng was furious and slapped Old Bo in the face in a very violent manner.

Old Bo looked to be in his seventies or eighties. Even though he had martial arts skills, he couldn't fight back. He was slapped so hard that his nose bled, but his feet didn't move at all.

"Young Master Yang, please go back."

"Okay, you old man are very stubborn, I want to see how long you can hold on. "

Yang Ziheng was not satisfied because he failed to knock him down with one slap. He slapped and kicked him several more times. Old Bo still did not move, but his face and body were in a mess.

"Old Bo!"

Zeng Keyi turned her head away with tears in her eyes when she saw that the old man who had protected her since childhood had become like this.

She did not dare to stop him, even though this was in her own home.

I am afraid that this young lady has never experienced this kind of taste in the past 20 years.

At this time, Yang Ziheng was addicted to beating him. Seeing that his fists and feet did not work, he actually picked up the vase on the cabinet and smashed it on Old Bo's head: "Damn it, I am the future Dragon Lord. If you dare to stop me, I will send you to death!"