Supreme Agent Pretty President

Before the words fell, Feng Kun felt a gust of wind blow past his face.

"Snapped!"

After a crisp sound, most of Feng Kun's face instantly turned into a piece of dough ready to serve, and it swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The slap came so suddenly that no one responded.

Even Feng Kun himself was stunned for nearly a minute before he could react.

"Chen Yang, you are crazy! How dare you..."

Ye Qiaoqiao turned pale with shock, there are so many people on the other side, but you took the initiative to attack, isn't this a deliberate death by hitting a pebble with a stone?
"Fuck!"

Feng Kun, who reacted, was furious in an instant. Since his fame in the Eastern District has risen, no one would dare to touch him with a finger.

Not to mention giving him a big slap in front of everyone.

It's a big loss here!

"I fucking fuck you..."

Feng Kun didn't care about that anymore, he pulled out a dagger from his waist, and then stabbed towards Chen Yang's lower abdomen with lightning speed.

"Ah! Be careful!"

Ye Qiaoqiao, who was standing behind Chen Yang, also let out a piercing scream when she saw Feng Kun's life was at stake.

Such an almost zero-distance stab, even an ordinary person can easily hit the target, let alone Feng Kun who was a soldier in the army.

Seeing that the dagger was about to pierce Chen Yang's lower abdomen, the smile on Feng Kun's face became ferocious and bloody.

"Humph."

The corners of Chen Yang's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a half-smile expression.

Seeing that Feng Kun's knife was about to stab himself, Chen Yang did not act in a hurry.

He stretched out his two fingers, and gently pinched the knife when the front end of the knife just passed between his two fingers.

"Snapped!"

There was obviously no sound in the air, but such a sound was automatically made up in everyone's mind.

Under the eyes of everyone, Feng Kun's knife was firmly clamped by Chen Yang with two fingers.

At this moment, the air seemed to freeze.

Feng Kun froze for a moment, and then he yanked hard, trying to pull the knife out from between Chen Yang's fingers.

However, something happened that made everyone's jaw drop.

Chen Yang's two fingers were like two powerful iron pincers, firmly clamping Feng Kun's knife, making him unable to pull it out at all.

"Hehe." Chen Yang smiled at Feng Kun, "Your knife is quite good."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Feng Kun to react, Chen Yang twisted his fingers lightly.

Under Chen Yang's unremarkable action, Feng Kun's reaction can only be described as exaggerated.

He suddenly dropped the knife in his hand, covered his wrist with one hand, and screamed in pain: "Ah! My hand!"

Chen Yang, who snatched the white blade empty-handed, pulled Feng Kun to him, then pressed his head and directly pressed him on the table behind him.

"Let me go! Ah! My hand!"

Feng Kun wailed and struggled desperately.

Chen Yang pressed Feng Kun, raised his head and looked at Feng Kun's younger brothers in the room and said with a smile: "Your bosses are already like this, are you still watching like this?"

"Quick! Kill him! Whoever kills him, I will give him [-]!"

Feng Kun, who was pressed on the table, also launched a ruthless attack at this time.

Feng Kun's younger brothers heard their boss say this, you look at me, I look at you, and finally their eyes fell on Chen Yang.

Chen Yang said with a smile: "Don't look at me! Hurry up, one hundred thousand, this is a lot of money!"

Feng Kun, who was held down by Chen Yang, roared loudly: "20, I'll give you 20 if you kill this kid!"

"Tsk tsk tsk!"

Chen Yangba smacked his lips twice and continued: "Did you hear that? It hasn't been five minutes, and the price has doubled! Why don't you hurry up?"

As the saying goes, there must be a brave man under the reward!
A gangster stood up, and he said to the other gangsters: "Brothers, let's go together, no matter how powerful this kid is, he can't beat four hands with two fists, the boss' bonus can't be wasted."

If someone took the lead, the situation would be completely different.

Immediately, the punks inside and outside the house rushed towards Chen Yang screaming, holding various weapons in their hands, such as steel pipes, knives, iron chains and so on.

"Chen Yang……"

Ye Qiaoqiao's face turned pale with fright, this was the first time she saw such a situation in her life.

"Don't worry, I said everything is mine!"

Chen Yang turned his head, gave Ye Qiaoqiao a gentle smile, then grabbed Feng Kun by the neck and threw him backwards.

After turning around, Chen Yang himself joined the battle group.

Ye Qiaoqiao had never seen such a fight.

No, this is no longer a brawl.

This is simply a one-sided beating.

What Ye Qiaoqiao couldn't believe was that the one who was beaten was not the lonely Chen Yang, but the powerful Feng Kun and his boys.

"Am I dreaming?"

Ye Qiaoqiao pinched her arm hard, and the pain clearly told her that this was reality.

In less than 5 minutes, Chen Yang solved all of Feng Kun's cubs.

"You guys, you just hit a little bit, and I haven't exerted any strength here, and you fell down?"

The winner, Chen Yang, stood in a pile and rolled on the ground, and the wailing gangsters said proudly.

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, there was a sound of porcelain shattering behind Chen Yang, and he hurriedly turned his head to look over.

Feng Kun was lying on the ground with a dagger in his hand, and there were fragments of vases all over his head.

Ye Qiaoqiao stood behind Feng Kun with a nervous expression on her face, and her hands were still in a downward-slamming posture.

Chen Yang looked down at Chen Yang who was knocked unconscious, the back of his head was still bleeding.

He raised his head, looked at Ye Qiaoqiao, grinned and said, "Sure, Mr. Landlord, your tricks are dark enough!"

Ye Qiaoqiao didn't know the severity, she simply saw Feng Kun wanted to attack Chen Yang, and in a hurry, she took the vase and knocked him to the ground.

Now hearing what Chen Yang said, Ye Qiaoqiao suddenly became nervous. She looked at Chen Yang in panic and said, "He...he wants to sneak attack you."

As she said that, Ye Qiaoqiao looked down at Feng Kun who was lying unconscious on the ground again. She pointed her finger and asked worriedly, "Is he... dead?"

Chen Yang glanced at Feng Kun, said with a smile: "Death? Why is it so easy to die? Let him do bloodletting."

After finishing speaking, Chen Yang stretched out his hand and grabbed one of Feng Kun's younger brothers, and said, "Let me tell you, how long are you going to stay here?"

The little boy was punched in the stomach by Chen Yang before, and he was still grinning and grinning, but when he saw Chen Yang, he forced a smile and said, "Let's go now... just go..."

The punks who were lying on the ground all stood up sparsely.

Chen Yang kicked the unconscious Feng Kun, pouted his mouth outside and said, "Take your boss and the four pigs outside too, and don't let me see you here again, or else..."

A man who looked like a gangster leader hurriedly nodded and said, "Let's get out now! Get out now!"

After finishing speaking, these little bastards carried Feng Kun and the man in black who was knocked down by Chen Yang at the door first, and left Ye Qiaoqiao's room as if fleeing.

After these people left, the room instantly became quieter and more spacious.

Chen Yang turned around and faced Ye Qiaoqiao.