Yang Junhao and his men were lying on the ground in pain. His right leg was sore and he couldn't even move. The other four people were almost in the same state. They tried to get up desperately, but they couldn't use any strength at all.

A certain part doesn't seem to belong to me anymore.

Boss Yang, who had a belly as big as a pregnant woman, went over to help them one by one and helped them into the restaurant one by one.

Du Feng cleared away the tableware on all the tables, moved a bench to sit outside the main entrance of the restaurant with a cigarette in his mouth.

The landlady didn’t know where she was, and she hadn’t been seen for most of the day.

Li Mengqi saw Yang Junhao and the others shouting "ouch, ouch, ouch" and went up to take a look. However, remembering what they had done before, her teeth itched with hatred, and she gritted her teeth and walked out of the front door.

Regarding the matter of subduing these five people just now, Du Feng did not make any remarks. He looked at the people coming and going on the street, smoking cigarettes worth a thousand yuan each, as if the five people in the restaurant were in pain.

I personally have nothing to do with him.

Li Mengqi came over and asked softly: "Brother Feng! What is going on? Why can't their hands or feet move?"

Du Feng looked at her with a smile, not wanting to mince words, and said straightforwardly: "I sealed some of their blood vessels, and the blood flow was blocked. Naturally, they would have partial spasms, and they would be temporarily unable to move. They can't kill them!"

He laughed loudly: "What? Do you feel sorry for Mr. Yang?"

"No! He's just like a scoundrel, there's nothing wrong with letting him suffer!" Li Mengqi curled her lips and looked back involuntarily.

Du Feng laughed in his heart. Of course he understood what this little girl was thinking. In her heart, Yang Junhao occupied a place to some extent. Although she kept belittling him, Li Mengqi could not hide her worries about him at all.

After all, no one has ever been able to pester her like Yang Junhao. Most people look up to this school beauty, but they dare not open their mouths to say a word of admiration. All they can do is lie in bed in the middle of the night.

It's just obscene. Besides, Yang Junhao is handsome and free-spirited, which already makes her heart feel a little secret.

Du Feng took a puff of his cigarette and said, "You should have heard just now that Young Master Yang asked his father to come for help. This boy is the only son in the family. I'm afraid someone will come to save him in less than half an hour."

Du Feng spoke in an understatement, seemingly not taking Yang Junhao's father seriously at all!

Li Mengqi knows best what kind of person Yang Junhao's father is. The incident he handled in Shanghai before has already demonstrated his strength.

Li Mengqi became a little worried: "Brother Feng! Aren't you afraid? Otherwise... or you should leave quickly!"

"Let's go?" Du Feng laughed loudly: "Don't worry! Even if Mr. Yang's father comes here in person, he can't do anything to me, and he has to buy me a drink!"

"Buy you a drink?" Li Mengqi wanted to say that your brain is broken! But the words came to her lips and she did not say it.

She felt more and more that the man in front of her was different, as if a powerful force was at his disposal, and everything in his eyes was as simple as a breeze blowing across his face.

Du Feng stood up and walked alone to the bath diagonally opposite.

I walked in and saw old man Yang adding firewood to the boiler.

Hearing the footsteps, Old Yang looked back and saw it was Du Feng. He immediately smiled and said, "Young man! What? You have to take a shower again?"

Du Feng smiled: "I said before that I would treat you to a drink one day, and today is a good time. Let me tell you that there is no need to prepare food tonight. I will call you later."

Old Man Yang didn't quite believe what he said. It wasn't that he didn't believe that this young man would treat him to a drink, but that he didn't believe that he would treat him to a drink at this time, when the restaurant was the busiest.

Du Feng smiled slightly: "Call Zi Ru and Zi Yun, I'll leave first!" After saying that, he turned back to the door of the restaurant and sat down.

At this time, Yang Junhao and the other five people in the restaurant had gradually relaxed, and their originally sore and numb bodies were slowly able to move.

Li Mengqi suddenly flashed her big eyes and said to Du Feng: "Brother Feng! Are you hungry? I will cook you something delicious today, okay?"

Du Feng smiled. Apart from my mother, no woman has ever made food for him in his life. He nodded immediately: "Okay!"

Li Mengqi gave him a playful face and said delicately, "Just wait!" After that, she walked towards the kitchen on the second floor.

By the way, when Yang Junhao's father heard that his son had been injured, he immediately became restless. And he was in Shanghai at the moment, how could he get over here as soon as possible?

He gritted his teeth and called his brothers stationed in Qingdao, telling them to come over as soon as possible.

After hanging up the phone, the elder brother anxiously gathered a few people and hurried to the restaurant. The sweat on his head flowed down his cheeks and into his neck like water, and everyone was extremely anxious.
Chapter completed!