The blond man who appeared strangely, Chen Feiyu, who looked solemn and prepared, and the atmosphere of fierce fighting and iron horse, everyone can sense the criticality of the current situation.

Liu Xiaoyue was still a little worried: "Chen Fei, you..."

"Let's go." Chen Feiyu frowned and said, "Go to the hotel and wait for me. I will rush over."

The tone is serious and cannot be refused.

Lin Yuehuang did not dare to neglect and hurriedly stepped on the accelerator and drove towards the Hilton Hotel.

Liu Xiaoyue looked through the rearview mirror and saw Chen Feiyu and the blond man facing each other from a distance. She was shocked and worried and asked: "That person can stand firmly on the front of the car, he must be a strong martial artist. Chen Fei will not die in the other's hands."

In here?"

"Chen Fei had better not die." Lin Yuehuang said in a deep voice: "Sister Qianjia, does that person have a grudge against Chen Fei?"

Although she usually likes to quarrel with Chen Fei, in fact, she is no less worried than Liu Xiaoyue.

"I don't know him, let alone his relationship with Chen Fei, but I know that nothing will happen to Chen Fei." Chika Terai was full of confidence in Chen Feiyu, but when she thought of Chen Feiyu's solemn expression before leaving, she felt inexplicable.

Become worried.

Liu Xiaoyue and Lin Yuehuang looked at each other and saw the confusion in each other's eyes, and asked in unison: "Could it be that Chen Fei is also a martial artist?"

Chika Terai did not answer, but took out her mobile phone and dialed Su Wenjiang's number, intending to ask Su Wenjiang to support Chen Feiyu.

But in a secluded alleyway, Chen Feiyu and a blond and blue-eyed Western man faced each other from a distance. Under the illumination of the street lamp next to them, their shadows dragged long on the road.

"Are you Chen Feiyu?" the Western man asked in broken Chinese.

Chen Feiyu raised his eyebrows and sneered: "You know it's me, how dare you come to trouble me?"

"I'm not here to trouble you." The Western man's eyes flashed sharply, and he stuck out his tongue and licked his lower lip, as if the person standing in front of him was a rare prey, and smiled: "I'm here to hunt you."

"It's just you?" Chen Feiyu smiled contemptuously: "Your strength is pretty good, you have reached the stage of 'Early Legend', and you should be a well-known strong man in the West with this kind of strength.

However, with such strength, you are far from being my opponent. Call out all your companions, otherwise you will not be able to take any of my moves."

Yes, the Western man in front of him alone was not enough to make Chen Feiyu look dignified. The fundamental reason was that Chen Feiyu was keenly aware that there were three people on the other side, and each of them was in the "legendary" realm.

Strong.

With such a lineup, even Chen Feiyu found it difficult, so he prepared a tight formation and asked Liu Xiaoyue and the three girls to leave as soon as possible to prevent them from being in danger if they stayed here.

The Western man said: "When I was in the West, I heard that Chen Feiyu of China was arrogant. When I saw him today, he was even more arrogant than the legend. My name is Jacob Beckett, the leader of the Golden Knights of the Western Holy See.

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At the same time, a poor Chinese voice also sounded from behind Chen Feiyu: "Dear Lord Jacob, if you can also kill the Japanese sword master Musashi Banri, I guess you will be even more arrogant than Chen Feiyu."

Chen Feiyu suddenly turned his head and looked around, only to see a strong Western man with an ordinary appearance, but bigger than Jacob Beckett, appearing five or six meters behind him. The man was two meters tall, two meters tall, and a pair of

The thick arms are exposed, with tall muscles bulging out, as if they contain endless destructive power.
Chapter completed!