The Dragon from Hell

The vase was quite large and looked very heavy.

Although Mr. Bo was a warrior, he had no intention of fighting back.

He had been punched and kicked so many times before, and his face was already covered in blood.

Judging from Yang Ziheng's posture, he should be going for his head. If the vase was smashed, Mr. Bo might not be able to bear it.

Zeng Keyi panicked and stood up quickly: "Stop, if you dare to touch Old Bo, I will kill you!"

But she couldn't get through at all, because the prostitute had already blocked her way, playing with her nails without raising her head: "Dare to kill Young Master Yang, it seems that I have to pull out your tongue to teach you not to talk nonsense, right?"

After being beaten by her, Zeng Keyi was a little afraid and could only stare at her angrily: "You, you..."

"Little girl, if you don't want to ruin your Zeng family, sit back now." The prostitute raised her eyes slightly while playing with her nails, looking at Zeng Keyi with a cold look: "Otherwise, you can't bear the consequences!"

Lin Huaiqiu on the side still has more say than Zeng Keyi, anyway, he is also a well-known figure outside.

He knew that Old Bo had followed the Zeng family for many years. If he died, Panlong Hall and the Zeng family would completely break off contact.

So he quickly advised: "Young Master Yang, Mr. Zeng is definitely not a man who goes back on his word. Since he has already gone to get the things, we should just wait here. Why are you in such a hurry to do it?"

But as soon as he advised, Yang Ziheng smiled cruelly: "You want me not to do it to him, right? Okay."

Lin Huaiqiu just breathed a sigh of relief, and he said again: "Then you go up and ask the old man surnamed Zeng to come down and kneel down to offer the things to me!"

"This!"

Lin Huaiqiu's face changed, knowing that this was absolutely impossible.

What kind of person is Mr. Zeng?

He had followed the old Dragon Lord. Even if he didn't have this identity, he was still a powerful leader of the Pao brothers in Sichuan and the God of Wealth in Sichuan. How could he allow a junior like him to humiliate him like this?

But he knew that if he didn't obey Yang Ziheng now, after he took the throne, I'm afraid Panlong Palace would change.

Seeing him being humiliated, Yang Ziheng was in a good mood.

He is the son of the third wife, and looks glorious to outsiders, but he is often excluded in the family, just because his mother is a nanny who climbed into bed.

In the past, when he saw people like Zeng Hanjiang and Lin Huaiqiu, he didn't dare to breathe.

But since he got the help of that person, his status in the family has risen by leaps and bounds, and even his father who never looked at him straight has to bow his head and listen to him.

This feeling... is so cool!

So, Yang Ziheng embodied the four words "villains succeed" to the fullest.

For example, now, he made this request knowingly impossible, at least Lin Huaiqiu would not agree on behalf of Zeng Lao.

So seeing Lin Huaiqiu holding back his anger and not daring to get angry, he became even more excited: "Can't do it? Then don't blame me for not giving you a chance!"

After saying that, he picked up the vase in his hands with both hands and smashed it directly at Bo Lao's head.

Zeng Keyi burst into tears: "Mr. Bo!"

The gray-clothed old man also closed his eyes resignedly: "I... have followed the master all my life, and ended up like this. It's really sad!"

"Damn old man, go to hell!"

Seeing that the heavy vase was about to fall, the others closed their eyes in pain.

——Bang!

There was a loud noise, and then... it was Yang Ziheng's scream!

Mr. Bo did not feel the expected pain, and quickly opened his eyes to see that Yang Ziheng had actually flown out and hit the mahogany coffee table!

How hard is a solid mahogany table?

But after Yang Ziheng flew out, he actually broke the mahogany coffee table in half, and the cups and plates were scattered all over him, and he spit out a mouthful of blood on the spot.

"Young Master Yang!"

The prostitute hurried to Yang Ziheng's side and saw that Yang Ziheng had been beaten to a pulp, with large patches of bright red coming out of his mouth: "You dare... hit me!"

At this time, Zeng Hanjiang also happened to come down from upstairs, holding a safe in his hand.

Seeing this scene, his heart immediately sank: "What, what's going on?"

Lin Huaiqiu and others were also shocked, and their eyes all looked in the same direction at the same time - Qin Feng!

At this time, Qin Feng was standing in front of Bo Lao, with a calm face and no emotion.

But Lin Huaiqiu and Bo Lao, two warriors, could see that there was a strong murderous aura in his eyes...!

The dark pupils seemed to be emitting cold air.

The muscles all over his body were tense, showing a posture ready to attack at any time.

It would be fine if Bo Lao closed his eyes, but as a martial artist, Lin Huaiqiu couldn't even see how Qin Feng got there!

Such fast movements and such domineering power!He had previously thought that this young man was just the descendant of a poor friend whom Zeng Lao knew when he was young, and that he came here just to beg for food.

But the fact that he could seriously injure Yang Ziheng outside his sight already proved one thing - he was also a warrior!

Zeng Keyi was stunned: Is he so powerful?

"Asshole!"

The prostitute was furious when she saw Yang Ziheng injured, and pointed at him and said in a shrill voice: "Young Master Yang is the last disciple of the old Dragon Lord and the future master of the Panlong Hall!"

"You are an ant-like thing, your life is cheaper than dust, what qualifications do you have to touch Young Master Yang!"

"Zeng Hanjiang, Lin Huaiqiu! I order you to kill this bastard now and avenge Young Master Yang!"

It was obviously just a female companion following Yang Ziheng, but at this moment she was giving orders for Yang Ziheng.

It seemed that she was even angrier than Yang Ziheng.

Qin Feng squinted at her, always feeling that this woman was not right.

She was a little too arrogant.

Zeng Hanjiang, who had just arrived downstairs, was frightened and hurried downstairs. He even stumbled when he reached the stairs.

Seeing that Old Bo's face was covered in blood, his voice was trembling: "Old Bo, Xiao Qin, what's going on?"

Before the two of them spoke, Zeng Keyi hurried over: "Grandpa, that bastard wants to kill Old Bo!"

"What?!"

Zeng Hanjiang was furious and almost lost his balance. Fortunately, Qin Feng supported him.

Seeing this, Fengchennv continued to order: "Why, you dare not listen to the orders of the young master of Panlong Hall, do you want the whole family to be buried with you? Hurry up, I want to see this kid being skinned and torn apart now!"

Knowing that it was Yang Ziheng's fault, Lin Huaiqiu had to move.

He walked up helplessly and said to Qin Feng: "Little brother, I'm sorry. If I don't kill you, my Lin family and Zeng family will be in danger!"

He shook his sleeves, and two hidden swords appeared in his hands.

Qin Feng raised his eyebrows slightly: "You want to kill me?"

"Mr. Lin, this matter started because of me. I can't let this little brother get involved. Just kill me!"

"Mr. Bo!" Zeng Hanjiang was sad and angry, holding his chest and said in pain: "Old Dragon Lord, I, Zeng Hanjiang, have followed you for half my life, how could I end up like this!"

"Grandpa..."

For a moment, the whole hall was filled with sadness, but Qin Feng looked indifferent: "Don't worry, Mr. Zeng, Mr. Lin can't kill me, and he dares not kill me."

He raised his eyes, not looking at Yang Ziheng, but at the woman: "If you kill me, how can you know where the real Dragon Lord's heir is?"