The Dragon from Hell

The person who pointed the gun at Qin Feng was Hong Zhentao's personal bodyguard. He was not only a retired mercenary, but also had undergone very strict training. His shooting skills were fast, fierce and accurate.

So when he saw him seize the opportunity to aim at Qin Feng, Hong Zhentao also breathed a sigh of relief.

Unfortunately, before he could completely relax, the situation reversed again.

From Qin Feng's perspective, he shouldn't have seen anyone aiming at him.

But his keen sense of crisis allowed him to lock the opponent's position from Hong Zhentao's eyes.

With a tap of his left foot, his body immediately deviated a few points.

Seeing this, the gunman was about to turn the muzzle of the gun, but Qin Feng stepped on the ground, and the whole person flipped up, and when he landed, he appeared in front of the gunman.

The other party didn't even have the chance to pull the trigger, and the hand holding the gun was directly broken.

"Ah!"

Amid screams, Qin Feng chopped melons and vegetables and directly cleaned up the remaining hands.

In the midst of the wailing, the bar hall, which was originally half full, was left with only a few rich young men and their female companions, except for Qin Feng.

Hong Zhentao was not in a panic. Seeing that Qin Feng didn't notice him, he quietly pulled out a pistol from his waist.

But before he could aim, Qin Feng had already jumped up and appeared strangely beside Hong Zhentao.

At the same time, Hong Zhentao also felt that his hands were empty, and the next second a cold gun muzzle was against his temple.

Several female companions witnessed this scene and were stunned for a moment.

They never thought that Qin Feng was so powerful and so cruel.

After he started, none of the people lying on the ground could get up.

With just a pair of fists and feet, he actually suppressed a group of people.

Countless people looked at him covetously, but no one could stand up to fight him.

But Qin Feng was still calm, as if he didn't realize what a terrible disaster he had caused.

Fighting with the Hong family in Sichuan?

You have never died in your lifetime, want to experience it?

"You, you, what are you going to do, let Hong Shao go!"

"I'll give you five seconds, otherwise you won't get out alive!"

Qin Feng ignored him and looked down at Hong Zhentao: "I said that you are not of high enough level, so I gave you the opportunity to call your parents, right?"

According to the original situation, Hong Zhentao and his group definitely had the upper hand.

Whether it was the number of people or the force, facing the lone Qin Feng, it was a complete crush.

But now Qin Feng's aura was fully open, with a posture of "you are all surrounded by me alone".

This was the first time that Hong Zhentao had been so embarrassed since he was born.

There were faint veins on his forehead, but he still maintained his dignity as the eldest son of the Hong family.

Not only was he not panicked, he even smiled calmly and applauded Qin Feng: "Not bad, not bad."

"Before, I thought Xu Ying's words were exaggerated, just an excuse for their poor performance. I didn't expect that you are really good at fighting."

He didn't care about the gun against his head: "But so what? Do you dare to touch me?"

Hearing what Hong Zhentao said, the other nervous rich boys also relaxed immediately.

Yes!

So what if he is good at fighting? So what if he is a martial arts master?

In front of power, the younger brother is still the younger brother.

This is Sichuan. The power of the Hong family in Sichuan is enough to crush a hundred Qin Fengs. What is there to be afraid of!

He dares to hit Hong Zhentao's people, but does he dare to hit Hong Zhentao?

"We have a group of martial arts masters like you in our Hong family. There's nothing strange about them."

"Maybe you are a little better than them, but your birth determines your fate after all."

"Qin Feng, my life is much more valuable than yours. Do you dare to touch me?"

Hong Zhentao had a mocking sneer on his face, and he didn't think Qin Feng would do anything.

He ignored the muzzle of the gun in Qin Feng's hand and leaned directly on the sofa, even crossing his legs.

He looked up at Qin Feng with a reserved smile, pointed at his head, and signaled that he could try.

At this time, the others also confirmed that Qin Feng would never dare to do anything, and they all laughed.

Qin Feng glanced at him coldly, without saying anything nonsense, pulled the bolt, and shot directly at the bodyguard in front of Hong Zhentao.

Bang!

Hong Zhentao still had a smile on his face, but the next second blood splashed directly on his face.

"Ah!"

The group of female companions were frightened and screamed, subconsciously trying to flee.

Hong Zhentao was stunned for a moment, and slowly lowered his head to look at the bodyguard who was lying at his feet.

While he was looking, Qin Feng fired three more shots.

Bang, bang, bang!

The gunshots were continuous and smooth, and it could be heard that the person using the gun did not hesitate at all.

Qin Feng did notInstead of killing the bodyguard, he put the hot muzzle of the gun directly into Hong Zhentao's mouth.

"Ah!"

The muzzle of the gun that had just been fired was so hot that Hong Zhentao's body twitched the moment it entered his mouth. He struggled to avoid it, but was held down by Qin Feng.

Qin Feng looked at him expressionlessly and said coldly: "Liu Boyang came up to take my life, and you came up to rob my company and shares. I said I would give you a way out, but why don't you cherish it, huh?"

Hong Zhentao's tongue was burned and stuck to the muzzle of the gun. He wanted to speak but tore off a piece of flesh, and his whole face was distorted in pain.

The female companion next to him was pale and completely shocked by the scene in front of her.

The contempt for Qin Feng disappeared, replaced by shock and fear.

Hong Zhentao finally didn't care about the aura of a noble son now. He stared at Qin Feng with wide eyes and shouted incoherently: "You son of a bitch, if you don't kill me today, I will kill your whole family tomorrow!"

Qin Feng was not angry, but chuckled and reminded: "Bite it."

"What?"

Hong Zhentao didn't react to what he meant, but the next second he understood what Qin Feng meant by asking him to bite the muzzle of the gun.

With a pain in his head, Hong Zhentao was pulled up by Qin Feng's hair, and his knees were pushed towards his face.

During this pull and push, the gun barrel that Hong Zhentao bit in his mouth was directly stabbed into his throat halfway, and the corner of his mouth was torn.

"Ah! Ah!"

Hong Zhentao was in so much pain that a mouthful of blood rushed up and almost blocked his throat.

His handsome face was completely distorted, and everyone present was heartbroken. If it was a little deeper, the gun barrel would be able to pierce Hong Zhentao's throat.

Several female companions covered their mouths tightly to prevent themselves from screaming, but they looked at Qin Feng with fear in their eyes.

This man... is he a devil!

The atmosphere at the scene was horrified, confused, and angry...

But there was no more ridicule.

Qin Feng still had a cigarette in his mouth. After throwing away Hong Zhentao's head, he took the cigarette off and shook off the ashes, not caring whether it fell on Hong Zhentao's body.

"What, can't I touch you?"