"clang……"

The machete in the yellow-haired hand fell directly to the ground.

"Bang!"

Lan Feng's body rotated beautifully, with his right leg falling to the ground as the axis, and his left leg whipped, whipping on the yellow-haired face.

The yellow-haired body was like a kite with a broken string, smashing the uninjured gangsters to the ground.

At this point, all the gangsters led by yellow-haired were knocked down.

"Boy, you're good at it, but unfortunately you've gotten into someone you shouldn't have messed with!"

A faint voice sounded behind Lan Feng, causing his face to change.

A man with white hair dyed and a cigar in his mouth held a sharp knife in his hand, putting it on Cheng Xiaohan's neck, obviously rushing over from the alley: "If you don't want her to suffer any damage, just kneel down and squander your hands."

"Lan Feng, don't worry about me, go quickly." Cheng Xiaohan yelled at Lan Feng for no reason.

However, Lan Feng shook his head and stared at the white-haired man coldly, "I'll give you a chance, let her go, and then use your own hands, I'll let you go."

"Haha... are you making me laugh? I'm a white wolf, and now your people are in my hands."

The white wolf took a chew of the cigar in his hand and said lightly.

"Then you die!"

Lan Feng's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he gently wiped his right hand on the bracelet, and a silver needle appeared in his hand.

The next moment, Lan Feng bounced his fingers, and Bai Lang felt a flash of light before his eyes, and a silver light shot into his neck.

The body of the white wolf, who was originally smoking a cigarette, suddenly solidified. Under the horrified eyes of Huangmao and others, it fell to the ground strangely, and disappeared. At his neck, a silver needle quietly appeared.

This strange scene scared Huangmao and others' courage. He didn't dare to move at all, and cold sweat kept on his forehead.

You know, Bailang is the fourth master of their Black Wolf Club, and he was actually killed strangely like this?

"Cheng Xiaohan, are you okay?" Lan Feng walked over and looked at Cheng Xiaohan and asked softly.

"I'm fine." Cheng Xiaohan shook his head and looked at Lan Feng with gratitude: "Thank you for saving me again."

"Since it's okay, let's go." Lan Feng said lightly.

Hearing this, Cheng Xiaohan was a little hesitant and said in silence for a moment: "Lan Feng, I saw the side face of that woman just now, it's so... it seems that she is Mr. Su."

"What? That woman is Su Hanyan?" Lan Feng's face changed drastically.

"It seems to be." Cheng Xiaohan whispered.

"It's a pity!" Lan Feng looked back and saw that the group of people had disappeared before, and his expression suddenly became extremely ugly.

He grabbed the white wolf on the ground, took off the silver needle and stabbed it on the back of his head. The white wolf woke up slowly, and a cold voice came from Lan Feng's mouth: "If you don't want to die, just answer honestly. Let me ask you, is it because of the billion-dollar president Su Hanyan?"

Bai Lang felt weak all over. He seemed to have died once just now, and his hands didn't even feel anything. His eyes were filled with unconcealed horror, and he nodded: "Yes."

"Where did your people take her?" Lan Feng looked cold.

"I'll tell them to take her back to the Green Bar to meet Brother Leopard first." Bai Lang whispered.

"You...you'd better let me go, I'm from the Black Wolf..."

"Bang!"
Chapter completed!