Recast youth

Chapter 499 The disgusting Feng Zheng
Ye Feng and Chen Yiming were negotiating in Yang Yanhui's office. Feng Zheng and Pan Kun were outside. Feng Zheng glanced at Wang Long, who was tall and long-armed not far away, and then asked Pan Kun casually:

"The person standing over there is the person who knocked you into shock yesterday?"

Pan Kun nodded, feeling extremely aggrieved. As the boss's personal driver and bodyguard, what could be more embarrassing than being beaten to shock in front of the boss?
And now the other party is on the opposite side.

Even though he didn't speak, Pan Kun could still see the disdain in the other person's eyes.

"Yes, I understand." Feng Zheng nodded and stood up straight.

Only then did Pan Kun realize that something was wrong with Feng Zheng, and he quickly whispered to him: "Feng Zheng, don't mess around. The boss finally found someone to come forward, so don't mess up the matter."

"Don't worry, I know exactly what to do."

Feng Zheng moved his cervical vertebrae and sneered at the corner of his mouth: "I am also a small-minded person. Not only am I small-minded, but my mistress is also not that big-minded. If he knew that I was in Yanjing, I would let someone mess with the boss's face." If I stomp on the ground, he probably won’t let me go, and I won’t dare to go back.”

After saying that, Feng Zheng walked in the direction of Wang Long.

Wang Long is of Chinese descent. In the 80s, he followed his parents from Kunming, Yunnan, by waterway, first to Myanmar, and finally to Thailand, and finally settled in a slum in Bangkok. What does slum mean?
It means dirty and poor.

And violence.

Wang Long grew up in such an environment. As an outsider, he would definitely be ostracized. He had a strong personality and became obsessed with the fierce Muay Thai. His strength was gained from fighting in the slums for ten years.

In 95, he shot too hard and beat someone to death. In addition, he was originally a gangster in Thailand, so he returned to the country, and then participated in provincial, Hong Kong and Macau boxing events and won three consecutive boxing championships.

In the end, following Chen Yiming, he became a dog that bites wherever Chen Yiming pointed out, and it was still the kind without a leash.

Wang Long is very sensitive to a person's bad intentions. When Feng Zheng walked towards him, he immediately noticed the undisguised aggression and bad intentions in Feng Zheng's eyes.

There was also a man who was knocked into shock by him for a second yesterday, following him.

Wang Long suddenly knew in his heart that this tall man wanted to help the person from yesterday regain his place, but Wang Long did not act rashly. Although he acted violently, he was not without brains. He would not bite randomly without the order of his master. The man was standing there, his bare arms had dark skin and small muscle lines, but they were wrapped around him like a dragon in pain.

Waiting for Feng Zheng and others to take the initiative to fight him.

One pick two.

Wang Long was not afraid at all, and even the aggressive blood in his bones seemed to slowly boil. But what made him uncomfortable was that when Feng Zheng walked not far away from him, he stopped.

Nor did he approach him.

He just stayed not far away from him, then lay down on the guardrail outside the racecourse. He didn't say anything, but turned his head and looked at him from time to time. This feeling made Wang Long sick, as if a fly kept flying around him. Flying away, buzzing non-stop.

Obviously as long as he flew closer, he could slap the fly to death.

But he just doesn't fly close and keeps buzzing in your ears. Do you think it's disgusting or not?

Wang Long endured the irritation in his heart and ignored the disgusting Feng Zheng for the time being. Instead, he glanced at Pan Kun next to Feng Zheng and suddenly sneered: "Brother, your boss is still taking you with him? What if I Your boss, a loser like you who was beaten unconscious in one second, would have told you to get out."

"seriously."

Wang Long looked at Pan Kun with a sneer and condescension on his face: "I'm curious, your boss gives you money to give you this kind of trash, is it for you to protect him, or for him to protect you?" Stimulating other people's pain points, Making people lose control of their emotions is also a skill in boxing.

It has to be said that Wang Long's method was very effective. As soon as he said a few words, Pan Kun, who was hurt by the poke, clenched his fists almost reflexively, with bulging veins and glared at Wang Long.

Subconsciously, I have to go out and take action.

But a hand grabbed Pan Kun's wrist like an iron pliers, preventing him from moving. Pan Kun glanced at Feng Zheng, then took a deep breath, calmed down, lay down on the racecourse fence, and stopped looking at Wang Zheng. dragon.

Despite this, Pan Kun's heart felt as if a high concentration of alcohol had been poured into it, and it was burning. His nails were deeply squeezed into the wooden fence. When there were nail marks and blood marks on the wooden fence on the bottom of his hand, there were also blood marks.

In shame and anger, Pan Kun's fingernails were forced out.

The most painful thing in life is not to say that you have failed, but to be pointed at, scolded and insulted, but you don't have the confidence to refute. Pan Kun has been tightly restraining his impulse to take action.

Firstly, he didn't want to ruin the boss's affairs, and secondly, Feng Zheng's action of grabbing his arm just now said everything.

Seeing that Pan Kun didn't take action against him, Wang Long's eyes darkened, and he continued to say to Pan Kun: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, didn't you see how embarrassed your boss was when he helped you out of the club yesterday? It was so embarrassing. He looks like a dog, but your boss is really pitiful. He didn’t say anything about being slapped in the face, but he even had to help his bodyguard out. Do you think this is funny? "

"But what I admire more is you, brother, you are so fucking shameless. You were like that B yesterday, but today you still have the nerve to lick your face and follow me. You are already a talent after working as a salaryman. If we were in Thailand, someone like you would have been beaten to death long ago."

While Wang Long was stimulating Pan Kun, his eyes became more and more gloomy because Pan Kun turned a deaf ear and the damn guy next to Pan Kun still looked at him from time to time.

That look was full of disgust and had various meanings.

It can be said that Feng Zheng has shown all the disgusting looks he has seen during his travels with Feng Sande over the years.

Finally, Wang Long couldn't help it anymore, straightened his body and looked directly at Feng Zheng, his eyes full of aggression: "What are you looking at? Do you have any opinions?"

Feng Zheng was indifferent and did not respond. He still looked at Wang Long silently.

Wang Long was extremely disgusted by Feng Zheng's behavior: "Do you believe that if you look at me again, I will dig out your eyeballs?"

Feng Zheng still looked at Wang Long silently.

"Grass!"

Wang Long licked his back molars, his expression finally turned violent, and then he took one step forward and rushed towards Feng Zheng, who was disgusted to the core. The speed that burst out in that moment was like pulling chestnuts out of the fire!
fast!
ruthless!
fierce!
At this moment, Wang Long was like a tiger that was enraged and pounced on food.

however.

Almost at the same time, Feng Zheng, who had always had a dead expression, finally changed his expression. The corners of his mouth exaggeratedly outlined a mysterious arc, and his hands left the guardrail of the racecourse.

Then shake hands into fists!

squeak--

Immediately afterwards, a short and dull sound burst out from under Feng Zheng's feet.

(End of this chapter)