Ji Feng had already brought down the No. 14 or 5 people, and there were only a few left. He was a little afraid to get on.

Seeing this, the young white-haired man saw Ji Feng still getting closer, and gritted his teeth and stamped his feet. He rushed towards Ji Feng with a stick.

He had no choice. If he was afraid at this time, he would not have to hang out on the road. And if he hid, what should the young masters and ladies behind him do? If they were deposed and the white-haired young man ran away completely, he would have to die.

Go! Even if you go up and pretend, you will be kicked and broken, it will be better than other results.

He thought so in his heart, the white-haired young man rushed up but was not vague. He rushed to Ji Feng and threw the stick directly at Ji Feng's shoulder. He could not hit the head. After so many years of life, he realized that hitting the head with a stick would kill people and not kill anyone!

The way of playing is subconscious and a habit.

Another one came up for free.

The white-haired young man raised his arms too much. Ji Feng was too lazy to catch him with this defensive attack method. He raised his wrist and kicked him very quickly!

"Mr. Ji?" The white-haired young man suddenly screamed. His voice sounded sharply.

Ji Feng, who had already raised his knee and was about to kick him, paused after hearing the sound of a young white-haired sound like a ghost scream, and then naturally put down his feet.

The expression of the gray-haired young man really looked like he had seen a ghost.

The alley was too dark, and the white-haired young man only saw Ji Feng's face clearly when he was close.

Although he had never seen Ji Feng before, he had seen Ji Feng's photos, so he recognized him all at once.

Frightened!

Very frightened.

The white-haired young man raised his hand high, holding a stick tightly in his hand, but his whole body seemed to be immobilized, staring at Ji Feng with wide eyes. Not only did he have gray hair, his face turned pale now.

His name is He Ming, nicknamed "Bai Tou". He is twenty years old this year. He is the leader of the Wild Cat Bar.

And Anlong Street, known as Bar Street, is the person in charge of this area of ​​"business" named Yu Hailiang, the road is called "Daliang" and some are also called "Brother Liang".

He Ming’s first brother is Yu Hailiang.

Yu Hailiang's elder brother is a man known as "Brother Da Biao".

Brother Dabiao is Sun Hao above!

In other words, Ji Feng is the brother-in-law of the old-haired young man He Ming's elder brother.

There are many rumors about Ji Feng in the current Jinhaido.

I said Ji Feng has a background because Ji Feng used to pretend to be Sun Jie's boyfriend and Sun Hao's brother-in-law.

Even the news about Sun Hao was afraid that Ji Feng's brother-in-law would be spread, especially at the bottom, the rumors could be said to be getting more and more evil.

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And Brother Dabiao has told him below and his eyes are bright.

He Ming saw Ji Feng's photo because of the above advice, which conveyed layer by layer, that everyone in charge, no matter how big or small.

All have seen Ji Feng's photos.

There is a photo of Ji Feng on He Ming’s phone now, which was sent to him by his elder brother Yu Hailiang.

Dangbang!

He Ming raised his hand, but he couldn't even hold the stick. He fell to the ground with the stick and made a crisp sound, which seemed particularly harsh in the already quiet alley.

thump!

He Ming's knees softened again and then knelt down at Ji Feng.

No one can understand his fear at this moment. He, a small low-level leader who rarely even sees Brother Da Biao, let alone speaks. In front of the "famous" Mr. Ji, he not only couldn't raise any courage to resist, but at this moment he was thinking about how he would die.

All that thought is left in my mind.

I was already trembling with fear.

This matter is so great today. Although they can't beat Ji Feng, He Ming felt that it was already difficult to end their besiege of Ji Feng!

"Mr. Ji, I, I don't know it's you... me..." He Ming spoke with difficulty, his voice trembling.

The more people on the road, the more they understand. What will happen if they offend big people, and they won’t even have the mentality of taking chances.

thump!

thump!

thump!

Even the four or five gangsters around who had not fallen down before knelt down one after another. Ji Feng didn't even look at them and had time to pay attention to them.

When they were about to join He Ming in the last wave of siege against Ji Feng, as He Ming called out "Mr. Ji", they stopped together.

Their expressions were all wrong all of a sudden. They had heard of "Mr. Ji" and were lucky enough to think if they had admitted their mistakes?                                                                                                             �

So they all knelt down, for fear that they would look eye-catching when standing.

Although they also understood that this matter might even be implicated in "Brother Biao", it was not something that He Ming could resist.

"Mr. Ji, you spare me and spare me. I was wrong, spare me."

Because of excessive tension and fear, He Ming spoke quickly but was a little incoherent.

While he was talking, he suddenly reached into his arms and took out something.

Click!

Because of the trembling hands, the thing fell to the ground, and it was a folded butterfly knife.

He picked up the butterfly knife again. This was an action that was easy for Ji Feng to misunderstand. He dared to get it out, but now he was a little stubborn and buzzing in his mind. He could no longer make complicated thinking.

Flip the folding knife away.

He Ming, who was kneeling on the ground, pressed his left hand on the ground, held the butterfly knife in his right hand and stabbed it downwards and slashed it twice.

Chi! He cut his little finger directly.

But he didn't scream, but his skin on his face shook, and it didn't seem to hurt much.

Because of the excessive secretion of adrenaline, he was able to temporarily ignore most of the pain.

"Mr. Ji, I was wrong with Mr. Ji!

"He said to Ji Feng tremblingly, looking up at Ji Feng with his eyes begging.

When he cut his finger, Ji Feng didn't let him cut it, nor did he say anything to refuse.

He took the initiative, but he didn't think of it directly for no reason, but there was a precedent!

He Ming is also a member of Brother Da Biao, but his level is very low. He doesn't know if he can do this. He can't think of any way, and he is so scared that he makes a extreme choice.

Ji Feng looked at He Ming in silence, thought for a while, and turned his head to him and said, "Face to the wall."

He Ming immediately understood Ji Feng's meaning, and couldn't help but feel relieved. He felt a feeling of overjoyment, but it didn't show it.

Ji Feng didn't make things difficult for him.

"Okay, okay."

He Ming agreed to get out and go to the wall, kneel down, face the wall, and hold his head with both hands!

Ji Feng turned his head and glanced at the other kneeling people. The young men immediately followed suit, rolled and crawled to the wall and knelt down, holding their heads in their hands.

In the Tao, this is a very symbolic gesture, representing unprepared surrender.

"Go, go and go."

A slight sound came from more than ten meters away.

They were all confused just now, what about Mr. Ji?

Whatever you kneel down? Whatever you cut your fingers?

Then the young punk-headed man who led the lead seemed to remember something, and quickly greeted the person in a very low voice and wanted to run away.

The four of them turned around and wanted to leave without making a sound.

"Have you left?" Ji Feng turned his head and glanced at them.
Chapter completed!