Recast youth

Chapter 420 Where do you get the courage?
Feng Sande was extremely angry.

"This bitch, if you catch him, you have to break his legs!" Feng Sande cursed angrily as soon as he got in the car.

Ye Feng frowned: "No, how does he know where that man lives?"

"I got it from Sister Mei's mouth." Feng Sande said bitterly.

After Feng Sande said it, Ye Feng realized that he still underestimated Feng Zheng, a boring gourd. Feng Sande used to be a slut, and there were many fortune-telling booths in Hebei QHD and even all over the country. Although Feng Zheng didn't interrupt, in fact, Feng Sande's ability to deceive people had already been revealed to him. I learned a lot.

As for why Feng Zheng didn't set up a fortune-telling stall.

The first is that Feng Zheng doesn't bother to do this, and the second is that his image doesn't match. For some people, you look at him like a fortune teller, but for some people, no matter how you look at him, you don't think he wants to tell fortunes.

Feng Sande, an old commoner, wears his clothes, his hairstyle, and his sitting posture, and he looks like a remnant of the old times. Therefore, when he sets up a stall to tell fortunes, many people are willing to believe him.

As for fortune telling, it mainly relies on observing faces and talking about everyday things. The fortune teller's specialty is to use formulaic expressions in the process of talking about everyday things. This is how Feng Zheng knew Wang Shengli's address.

And Feng Zheng has always had a habit of figuring out the location within a three-kilometer radius of wherever he goes in one day. It can be said that if Feng Zheng really wants to do something, it will be really difficult to be caught. It has strong counter-reconnaissance capabilities and can definitely find the most suitable escape route as soon as possible. This kind of thing has been demonstrated countless times in the past ten years.

As for how ruthless Feng Zheng's methods were, we knew from Feng Sande's nervousness, so Ye Feng rushed over immediately after Feng Sande told him the address.

……

A private house in a demolition area.

After Wang Shengli came out, he took a taxi home with the only money he had. He sat on the bed and couldn't sleep. For a gambling addict, having no money to make money is undoubtedly as uncomfortable as being addicted to drugs. , but he had borrowed all the money he could and could not borrow any more.

The only place I can think of to have money is Zhang Yumei's.

"If you have money, don't give me the money to make up for it. If I win the money, I will still be short of your money!"

Wang Shengli looked ferocious and extremely annoyed. Zhang Yumei was out to sell it. This leg came for a penny. It was so easy. How could he not have money?It's obvious that I don't want to give it to him.

And that old traitorous old man.

Wang Shengli became even more angry when he thought about Feng Sande crawling on Zhang Yumei's body without paying him. He sat on the bed and kept thinking about how to get revenge on them.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Boom boom boom!
"Who is it? In the middle of the night, are you knocking the soul?!" Wang Shengli yelled at the door in displeasure.

Boom boom boom!
The door is still ringing.

Wang Shengli angrily picked up a knife on the bedside, stood up and opened the door. As soon as the door opened, it was a familiar yet unfamiliar face. Then Wang Shengli remembered that it was the cripple's friend, whom he had met at the police station.

A man has courage when he has a knife in his hand.

When Wang Shengli saw that Feng Zheng was alone, he shook the knife in his hand and showed an angry look: "What are you here for? Are you here to give me money?"

The voice just fell!

Wang Shengli saw Feng Zheng glance at him expressionlessly, and then suddenly lift his foot.

fast!
fierce!
The moment Feng Zheng raised his foot, he kicked Wang Shengli in the abdomen. Wang Shengli didn't even have a chance to react, so he flew backwards, hit the edge of the bed, and then fell to the ground with a look of pain on his face.

pain!
Incomparably painful!
Wang Shengli felt that his spine was about to break. The next moment, he looked up in horror and saw this man who had not said a word since entering the door walking towards him. He was not wearing any sneakers.

It was just a pair of cloth shoes, but with every step he took, Wang Shengli felt as if he was stepping on his heart.

My heart was beating fast, as if it was going to explode!
"You, what are you going to do?" Wang Shengli, who bullied the weak and feared the strong, looked at Feng Zheng in horror. Then when Feng Zheng walked to him and knelt down in front of him, wanting to say something to him, Wang Shengli's face suddenly became ferocious.

The knife he had been holding in his hand suddenly stabbed Feng Zheng in the body.

However, before Wang Shengli's knife stabbed Feng Zheng, his wrist hurt, and the knife was already in Feng Zheng's hand. Wang Shengli's heart beat rapidly and he glanced at Feng Zheng in horror.

Feng Zheng seemed to be aware of it, and he looked at Wang Shengli. Wang Shengli felt that Feng Zheng's eyes were cold as if they were emotionless blades, piercing his soul.

At this moment, Feng Zheng kept moving, grabbing Wang Shengli's hand that was holding the knife with one hand, pressing it on the bed board, and holding the knife with the other hand.

Stand up!

Point the knife down!
Wang Shengli's extremely frightened eyes pierced his eyes.

"No, no, no, no, ah!!!"

Wang Shengli started to tremble constantly and begged for mercy in panic. At the end of the begging for mercy, he screamed heart-breakingly. His heart was beating extremely fast, his scalp was numb, and his hands were shaking in pain.

The tip of the knife penetrated the back of the hand.

Together with Wang Shengli's palm, it was nailed to the bed board!

Wang Shengli has no other hobbies, he just likes drinking and gambling. He has been beaten many times by people in the casino for owing money, but he has never been so scared like now.

Simply the devil!

At this time, Feng Zheng, who had been silent all this time, finally began to react. He looked into Wang Shengli's eyes, which were as calm as the stagnant water in a deep pool.

"Do you know who you beat today?"

Feng Zheng asked.

Wang Shengli covered his hands, trembling all the time, crying in fear: "No... I don't know."

"He is my third master."

Feng Zheng's tone seemed to be chatting with an old friend, with a frightening paranoia: "Even I don't dare to do anything to my third master, how can you have the courage to do something to my third master? Do you know that at the police station? At that time, I really wanted to kill you?"

Wang Shengli was so frightened by the words Feng Zheng killed him: "I, I don't dare anymore, I won't dare again next time, wuwuwu, I really don't dare anymore, please let me go. "

"Don't worry, I won't kill you."

A cruel and evil smile appeared at the corner of Feng Zheng's mouth: "Speaking of which, you have to thank my third master for always educating me on the law and letting me know that killing someone requires death. Although I don't care about death, but I disappoint my third master. It’s always bad, don’t you think that’s the truth?”

While talking, Feng Zheng took a small bench not far from the bed, took off one leg, then walked back under Wang Shengli's horrified eyes, squatted down, and held down his hand.

Wang Shengli was scared crazy when he saw Feng Zheng's appearance and wanted to run away, but his hand was nailed to the bed board and he couldn't move. If he pulled hard, he would definitely lose his hand, and he didn't have the courage to struggle.

He could only look at Feng Zheng in horror, helplessness and despair.

Feng Zheng held the stool leg, raised it up and gestured to Wang Shengli's fingers, finally stopping at the front knuckle of his little finger.

"It's just this hand, not much. I'll smash one of your knuckles on each finger to improve your memory. Maybe you can get some money. To be honest, you have already earned money by being alive." "

While Feng Zheng was speaking rationally and calmly to Wang Shengli, the hand holding the stool leg suddenly rose up, and then fell down under Wang Shengli's horrified look begging for mercy.

(End of this chapter)