"Don't worry, I'm responsible."

Yan Feng took out a cigarette and lit it, threw the man on the ground, and looked out of the alley with a smile: "I can't die, aren't your Ninth Bureau people here?"

"You're a big deal, the car accident is not that serious." Old Li had no choice but to wave his hand to the back.

Crazy...

Several medical staff got out of the ambulance and quickly placed the seriously injured man on the stretcher. His strange eyes swept over Yan Feng, who looked calm from time to time.

As people from the Ninth Bureau, they have so much experience. I don’t know how many people have seen the bloody scene, but I still feel sad when I see this person’s miserable situation.

Is this...being beaten?

Too miserable.

The five fingers of the left hand have become mud, but the right hand is intact but the joints are removed. The mouth is wide open and cannot be closed. The jawbone is obviously dislocated. The most shocking thing is his legs...

The calves were broken, and now only the skin and flesh tendons were still connected. The bright red tender flesh, against the backdrop of the bright red blood, and the bone marrow exposed to the air, the uneven broken bones poked out of the trouser legs. Anyone who saw it would be scared.

“By the way.”

Yan Feng sprayed a stream of smoke and said lightly: "He may have poison, teeth, nails, or somewhere on his body. Don't answer him with his right arm, otherwise he will recover..."

Before he finished speaking, the young man waved his hand impatiently and said, "Okay, we understand."

“Boom~”

He seemed to have an objection to Yan Feng. The young man glanced at Yan Feng with an unknown meaning and muttered: "Isn't it just that I have practiced some kung fu? Is it still playing this trick in my era? Why are you showing off?"

His voice was neither loud nor small, and who wouldn't hear clearly in the audience?

Old Li showed embarrassment and scolded the other party, signaling them to get out quickly.

"Well, he is young, don't be as knowledgeable as him." Old Li apologized for the young man with a dry smile, and his eyes were closely observing Yan Feng's expression changes.

Yan Feng frowned and stared at the young man's back, waved his hand a little bored, and turned around and said, "I don't seem to know him, but it doesn't matter, I'm not meant to be slander."

"That's right, listen to me."

Old Li started the car and ran towards the hospital, explaining: "This guy is code-named Qingqiu. He was once Li Lin's junior. Later, by chance, he touched the circle. He had some feelings for Li Lin. In the past two days, Li Lin's name is from time to time, so Qingqiu may have a knot."

"But that's not his reason to fight me."

Yan Feng said lightly: "When you go back, you remind him that I am a big belly, so I usually give the fool a chance to reform myself. If you don't cherish it, don't blame me."

He spoke calmly, without any signs of anger or anger, as if he was saying something about eating and drinking water.

"You..." Old Li's face changed slightly when he heard this, and he couldn't help but persuade: "What do you do with children as a person? It's not good to have too extreme personality. Don't do stupid things."

"I wonder, I owe him?"

Yan Feng looked at him and frowned slightly: "It was his mistake, why should I bear it? Am I his father? He is a child and I am very old? You should persuade him to grow his brain."

As he said that, he looked back and took the long box into his hand.

"I..." Old Li was speechless. He suddenly realized that Yan Feng was not old, and most people just graduated from college at this age.

After a pause, he smiled bitterly and said, "Okay, I understand, I'll persuade him both times. I'll persuade him again. I'm not afraid of you..."

"Since I said that I would never lose my word."

Yan Feng lowered his eyes and whispered softly like a dream: "You should have checked my files and past, so tell him not to mess with me again, otherwise it would be another headless case."

again!

This word is very interesting.

Old Li's pupils shrank, and he decisively closed his mouth and stopped talking.

Yan Feng could do that kind of thing at the age of fourteen, now...

Just by taking advantage of this conversation, Lao Li asked curiously: "He has been fined and has been punished as he deserves. Don't you think your character is too extreme?"

Yan Feng chuckled and shook his head, sneering at his statement: "I think I am guilty. You can find evidence. The law is fair... Everyone is adults. Is it meaningful to say these?"

"..." Lao Li was speechless about this.

Yan Feng no longer had the interest in communicating, pulled out the matte silver object in the box, and carefully looked at the weapon.

The shape is unique.

The sword hilt has a snap barb at the end, and there is a layer of fine snake pattern on the surface. The sword jaw is made into a strange animal head shape. Yan Feng cannot recognize the specific thing, and there is no addictive gems or other things.

The scabbard is a bit weird. It is more like splitting a piece of bamboo pole in half and stuck on the blades on both sides. It is made into hollows in the middle, and even has serrated buckles.

When Yan Feng pulled out the sword and grabbed it, the scabbard was squeezed into one piece. With the crisp biting sound, it turned into a piece of iron rod more than one meter, and there was a barb that matched the hilt at the top.

A pair of two sides, you can combine it with one piece with a slight twist, and turn it into a long spear with more than two meters of murderous aura.

But the space in the car was too small, so he didn't try it.

Yan Feng weighed the sword and couldn't help but praise: "The shape is simple, there are not many decorations, and the weight is within an acceptable range. The person who designed it is so powerful."

To be fair, he could use a sword, but could not design such clever things.

"How is it, are you good at it?" Old Li glanced at him.

Yan Feng found the trick in a moment, and his fingers were incorrectly combined with the sword box and split. He sent the sword into the sword box and said with a smile: "Very good, give him a good review."

His eyes fell on the hospital ahead. Yan Feng saw a black business car driving out of the parking lot. He couldn't help but frown at the car window. When it turned around and passed by him, he suddenly said, "There is a situation in this car, so I'll chase it."

"What's the situation?" Old Li was walking upright, and when he heard this, he subconsciously turned the steering wheel.

Yan Feng said: "Just when it drove out, you can see the situation from the front window. There were four people in the car, one of whom was tied to the middle and had blood on his body.

The other people, Kong Wu, were powerful, dressed in messy clothes, and there were signs of fighting. The driver had injuries on his face. It was left by a bullet slashing across his cheek. It was probably impossible to make a mistake."

"You have such sharp eyes?" Old Li twitched and asked.

Yan Feng put down the seat, rolled down the car window at the back door, let himself lie down, and said, "People who practice martial arts have eyes, ears, qi and strength, all are compulsory homework."

Old Li chased the car in front and asked casually: "Looking at the six directions and listening to all directions, what does it mean behind?"
Chapter completed!