The ultimate bodyguard of the wealthy goddess

"Don't you understand me? What did you answer when I asked! I'll give you another chance. If you do it again, believe it or not, I'll cut off your tongue?" Cheng Feng said in a low voice while slapping his face.

"The Matsumoto Yelang clubhouse is within 500 meters of your hotel." Morikawa Tianming quickly replied, he had no doubt at all that Cheng Feng would actually cut off his tongue.

"Get up and take us there!" Cheng Feng twisted him up.

"Brother, please spare me. If you let them know that... I took you there, they will kill me." Morikawa Tianming said tremblingly.

Morikawa Tianming is not a fool. Judging from the tone of Cheng Feng and his group, going to the Matsumoto Yelang Club is definitely not for consumption, and of course it is even more impossible for him to be a friend of the Matsumoto family, otherwise it is impossible not to know the address.

Then there is only one possibility, these evil gods are looking for trouble, if you let the other party know that you brought them there, then even if you are a member of the Morikawa family, the other party will definitely not forgive you easily.

Since the Matsumoto family joined the Jidaohui, they have been looking for opportunities to annex the other two big families.

Therefore, in normal times, whether it is the Morikawa family or the Ito family, they try to avoid conflicts with the Matsumoto family, so as not to leave reasons for the other party to find fault.

"Do you believe that if you don't take us there, I'll kill you right now?" Cheng Feng deliberately released his coercive aura after speaking in a deep voice.

Tianming Morikawa suddenly felt the temperature of the surrounding air drop suddenly, and at the same time, a terrifying and boundless sense of oppression enveloped him, making him shiver involuntarily.

At this moment, he completely believed that if he didn't cooperate, the other party would kill him without hesitation.

"Don't kill me, I... I'll take you there." Morikawa Tianming nodded quickly.

The Matsumoto Yelang Club at this time is the most prosperous time of the day.

In one of the luxurious private rooms, a man in his 20s was embracing two beauties in kimonos, with his hands stretched in from the collars of the two beauties.

On the other side, sat two other men of about the same age, each of whom was also leaning against two flushed women.

"Master Koji, congratulations on becoming the sole heir of the Matsumoto family!" One of the men in a green sweater said to the man in the middle.

"Haha, thank you, I didn't expect that I, Koji Matsumoto, would have this kind of opportunity today, the heavens really see!" Koji Matsumoto said with a big smile.

"That's right, when Matsumoto Zetian was here, he often ignored you, Master Koji. Every time I saw his arrogant appearance, I felt sorry for Master Koji!" another man flattered.

"Hmph, what is he, isn't it just because his father is Matsumoto Jianan, if there is no his father, he is nothing!" Koji Matsumoto said with a snort.

"That's right, he can't even keep up with Master Haosi's half. Now it's all right. He and his sister both died in Huaguo. Master Haosi can finally feel proud." The man in the green sweater continued.

"Well, I just didn't expect that bitch Aiko Matsumoto to die, what a pity for that figure." Koji Matsumoto's eyes suddenly showed the hot figure of Matsumoto Aiko.

Matsumoto Koji is Matsumoto Sawada's cousin, but he and Matsumoto Sawada couldn't get along since he was a child, and the two often fought openly and secretly.Koji Matsumoto knew what kind of woman Matsumoto Aiko was,
On one occasion, Matsumoto blatantly seduced him in unusually revealing clothing, but when he stripped herself naked, Matsumoto yelled that he was trying to rape her.

Since that incident, his position in the Matsumoto family has plummeted, and he was even thrown into limbo. Whenever he thinks about it, he grits his teeth.

If it wasn't because Matsumoto Zetian and Matsumoto Aiko both died in Huaguo this time, and he was the only direct descendant left in the family, it is estimated that he would never have a bright future in his life.

At the same time, Cheng Feng, the prodigal son and the ghost hand walked into the lobby of the clubhouse, while the others stayed outside the clubhouse.As for that Morikawa Tianming, he was already knocked unconscious by the prodigal son and thrown on the side of the road.

"Three gentlemen, do you have a reservation?" A beautiful woman in kimono came over with a smile and asked.

"Call your manager, we have something to do with him." Cheng Feng said.

"I'm sorry, if you don't have an appointment, please come back another day." Hearing this, the beauty in kimono knew that the other party was here to find fault, so she replied bluntly.

Bang!

Cheng Feng looked around, then grabbed a chair and threw it towards the bar counter in the corner of the hall, immediately knocking over the bottles and cans on the bar counter.

Seeing that the situation here was not right, two bodyguards in black ran over at top speed.

"Are the three of you looking for death? Do you know where this is?" a bodyguard yelled loudly.

"Isn't Matsumoto Yelang here? Did we find the wrong one?" Cheng Feng asked pretending to be surprised.

"Ba Ga!" After hearing these words, the bodyguard knew that this person was looking for trouble on purpose, and after roaring angrily, he punched Cheng Feng in the head.

"Looking for death!" Cheng Feng's eyes sank, and he shot out suddenly, grabbed the opponent's fist, and a stronger force passed through the arm and merged into the palm of the hand.

"Ah!" The bodyguard yelled in pain, and a deep sense of fear rose in his heart, who is the other party, who has such skills.

boom!
After Cheng Feng let go of his fist, he quickly raised his leg and kicked the opponent's lower abdomen. The opponent was immediately sent flying by the kick, knocked down several tables, and lay down on the ground retching.

"Baga!" At this time, bodyguards rushed out of the inner room one after another, each with a samurai sword in their hands.