The Dragon from Hell

Qin Feng was not surprised by the person who suddenly appeared in the living room.

He even asked Qin Shufang to go upstairs early and stayed downstairs, as if waiting for this person to arrive.

To be precise, he should be waiting for him to come back.

"It seems that Mr. Liang really loves his son. Even though Chen Xiao has said it just now, he still asked you to come back."

Qin Feng sat lazily on the sofa, looking at Liang Rong who turned back in front of him, with a sneer on his lips.

Liang Rong stood in front of the sofa with a sinister look. He looked sinister, with a pair of eagle eyes and a hooked nose.

He has been in the underworld for many years, and he has been stained with a lot of blood, which adds a cold aura to him.

He stared at Qin Feng with a sinister look, sneering: "Do you really think that if I kill you, Chen Xiao will break up with Mr. Liang?"

"Chen Xiao took action today only because he got the news about me, so he came here to embarrass Mr. Liang."

"Chen Xiao finally got out of the Nether Prison, and he probably won't want to go there again."

"So if I touch you, even if he knows it was me, at most he will ask Mr. Liang to give him an explanation."

Qin Feng nodded: "It sounds like your analysis makes sense."

"Since you already understand, just surrender. I still say that if you commit suicide, you will suffer less."

Qin Feng looked at him indifferently: "Do you think you are the one who is here to take my life?"

Liang Rong said proudly: "What else?"

"Hehe..." Qin Feng smiled, his eyes became deeper and deeper...

In the middle of the night, Liang Jing went upstairs to rest after comforting Liang Shaokang.

Since Liang Shaokang fell into Qin Feng's hands twice, his mood has been extremely irritable.

His body has not recovered yet, and he smashes things at home every day, which makes Liang Jing very headache.

It is precisely because his son has become like this that Liang Jing will kill Qin Feng.

For him, killing Qin Feng will not cause any waves.

But the strange thing is that Liang Rong's trip will not be difficult at all, and he should be back soon, but he is still missing in the middle of the night.

He was lying on the bed, just about to close his eyes, when suddenly a voice sounded in the room: "Mr. Liang, go to bed so early, it seems that I came at an inopportune time."

Hearing the voice of a stranger in the room, Liang Jing turned over and sat up.

But as soon as he got up, something hit him all of a sudden.

"A gift for you."

The thing was wrapped in cloth, and it was pitch black and could not be seen clearly, but a clear smell of blood could be smelled.

He was stunned, opened the package in his arms, and in an instant the blood ran cold from head to toe.

There was Liang Rong's head in it!

A shadow walked out from the corner and looked at him with a smile: "Sorry, I'm too heavy, I can only return the head of Mr. Rong."

The moment Liang Jing saw the face of the person in front of him, his scalp numbed instantly, as if all the blood in his body rushed to the top of his head in an instant, his hands and feet were cold, his brain was congested, and his eyes almost bulged out of his eye sockets.

"Yes, yes, it's you!"

He almost howled, but before he could make a sound, Qin Feng said lightly: "Don't shout, since I can come in, I won't give you the opportunity to shout. Even if there are still people awake below, you will be a corpse when they come up."

At this moment, Liang Jing couldn't stop shaking all over, and he also understood that since Qin Feng could appear here intact, how could he be afraid of him calling people?

Qin Feng gave him some buffer time and walked to the sofa in the bedroom and sat down.

Liang Jing was sneaking his hand under the pillow, trying to touch something.

——Dang!

With a metallic sound, Qin Feng placed an exquisite pistol on the coffee table: "Are you looking for this?"

Seeing the pistol on the coffee table, Liang Jing was completely desperate in addition to fear.

That was the pistol he put under his pillow!

Although Liang Jing was not a martial artist, there were many martial artists around him.

In recent years, Wangnan Group and Wumeng have been very close.

So he knew that Qin Feng could come with the head of Rong Lao and easily take the pistol under his pillow without alarming anyone. How terrible is such strength!

A person like Liang Jing naturally wouldn't rely on one or two security guards where he lives.

He knew very well what kind of iron wall the Liang family was, which was one of the main reasons why he was frightened by Qin Feng's strength.

He took a deep breath and tried to keep himself calm, then he lifted the quilt and got out of bed and sat opposite Qin Feng.

"Who are you?"

If he still thought that Qin Feng was just an ordinary person,, then he is really a fool.

If he could sit in his position, if he didn't even have this analytical ability, he would have been removed long ago.

Qin Feng smiled indifferently: "You don't seem to be qualified to ask me questions now?"

Liang Jing was silent: "Since you don't kill me directly, it means you want to talk, so let's get straight to the point."

"It seems that Mr. Liang is really smart." Qin Feng smiled and leaned on the sofa, his posture lazy and leisurely: "Your son lost to me twice, and I could kill him both times, but I didn't."

"You lost to me once, and I can take your life in one time."

"I came here today just to ask you a question..."

"Do you accept it?"

Hearing this, Liang Jing was stunned, feeling that he couldn't see through the person in front of him.

Carrying a head to his bed in the middle of the night, just to ask him if he accepted it? Would he dare not accept it?

If he said he didn't accept it, it is very likely that his life would be handed over here.

Even if Wangnan's people dug Qin Feng out to avenge him after his death, what's the point?

Moreover, the fact that Qin Feng could sit in front of him with great fanfare meant that he might not be afraid at all.

How could someone with such skills not have a strong background?

He was silent for a long time, and finally made up his mind and said, "I lost, I surrender. You just need to tell me what you need to let me and my family go."

"Money? You shouldn't need it."

People like Qin Feng will not be short of money.

Liang Jing said bitterly, "If you don't need money, then I can only take out half of Wangnan Group's shares to buy my family's lives, how about it?"

But Qin Feng did not agree, just looked at him quietly.

Qin Feng's eyes were cold, and Liang Jing's scalp was numb.

When Liang Jing finally couldn't sit still anymore, he asked: "For you, Panlong Hall and Wumeng, which side do you lean towards more?"

Liang Jing didn't know why he asked this, and said without thinking: "Contacting Wumeng is just driven by the situation, but I, Liang Jing, have never been an ungrateful person!"

He was stunned, and then said: "Although I am dissatisfied with the old Dragon Lord for entrusting the important task of revitalizing Panlong Hall to an unknown young man, I will never surrender to Wumeng. If you are from Wumeng, then there is no need to say more, you can kill me or cut me up as you please!"

Qin Feng looked at his serious face and finally smiled.

He threw the Panlong Order on the table: "Since you are convinced, kneel down."