Recast youth

Chapter 704 Intentional Murder
boom!
Pan Kun kicked the concrete truck driver in the face, knocking him into the car. He fell to the ground and couldn't move. His whole body was in great pain. He looked at Pan Kun who came over again in horror.

For a moment.

The concrete truck driver even wanted to pull out the knife on the back of his hand and fight Pan Kun, but he didn't dare. He rolled his eyes and shouted to the onlookers around him.

Help.

murder.

Call the police quickly.

The concrete truck driver only shouted this. The next moment, he was kicked in the face by Pan Kun. His mouth was full of blood. He could only cry and couldn't tell anymore. Pan Kun was full of anger.

The call to 120 has been made.

It hasn’t come yet!

At first, he hesitated between the Maybach and the concrete truck, also because he was worried about his boss's injury, but in the end, Pan Kun chose to hold the person down first.

No matter what, he won't let anyone escape!

Seeing that the concrete driver couldn't move, Pan Kun gasped and dragged him to the other side of the car. The door on this side had been squeezed and deformed, making it impossible to open the door. He had to open the door from the other side.

The door is open.

Ye Feng was lying on his side in the car with blood on his forehead. The more Pan Kun looked at this scene, the more guilty he felt. He turned back and glared at the concrete driver, wishing he could chop him up with a knife!
"Boss, boss."

Pan Kun called Ye Feng anxiously, but he didn't dare to make any big moves. He had been in the army for ten years and he knew medical knowledge. The impact just now was very big. If the boss had any fractures in his body, he could just casually Moving is dangerous.

boss.

boss……

Ye Feng heard someone calling his name in a daze. He wanted to open his eyes, but couldn't. Every part of his body was hurting, and the right side of his head was also hurting, which lasted for a while.

hiss.

Ye Feng finally regained consciousness, subconsciously touched the right side of his head, and felt the warmth in his hands. He looked down and saw that his palms were filled with a shocking red color.

The left side of the car squeezed in, and the car was severely deformed. The right door was open, and a soaked Pan Kun stood outside. Not far from his feet, there was an equally soaked man with tattoos on his arms and a face. A man covered in bruises, lying on the ground, moaning.

The rain has stopped outside.

There were vague comments from onlookers all around, and in the distance there was the sirens of police cars.

Ye Feng dragged his heavy body out of the car. His vision was dazed for a while. He looked at Pan Kun who looked relieved and asked, "Did he hit me with his car?"

Pan Kun nodded fiercely and said simply and directly: "It was him who hit him on purpose. After hitting him, he tried to run away, but I caught him."

"Ah."

Ye Feng nodded without showing too much anger. The soles of his feet were a little weak, and then his eyes moved from Pan Kun to the man lying on the ground, moaning constantly, with a switchblade pierced through the palm of his right hand.

Ye Feng walked up to him, squatted down expressionlessly, and looked at him as if reminiscing with an old friend and asked softly: "Did you hit me?"

The driver endured the pain, gasping for breath, smelling of alcohol in his mouth, and did not answer.

"Do we have a grudge?" Ye Feng asked again.

The driver finally raised his head and looked at Ye Feng. There were traces of blood on one side of his face. His eyes were as calm as the sea level before a storm. The driver shivered for no reason and gasped, "No grudge."

Ye Feng asked: "Then why did you hit me?"

"It was raining and I couldn't see clearly. I drank some wine and the accelerator was used as the brake." The driver said with a painful expression while holding the palm that had been penetrated by the knife.Ye Feng asked again: "Who asked you to hit me?"

When the driver heard this, his expression changed: "No."

"Do you know I almost died?"

Ye Feng touched his arm, which was extremely painful. At the moment when the car was hit, he only had time to protect his head with his hands. However, he still hit the car first with his arm and then.

If the quality of the Maybach was not high enough and the body was not completely deformed, his life would really have been lost.

almost died?

Ye Feng looked at the driver, narrowed his eyes, and then his eyes fell on the switchblade that was pierced through his palm. Ye Feng called Pan Kun's name. Pan Kun understood what Ye Feng meant and immediately came over and held down the driver's hand.

"You, what do you want to do? I tell you, you are breaking the law!" Seeing this, the driver finally became frightened and wanted to struggle, but he couldn't.

"Is this knife yours?"

Ye Feng stared at the driver with squinted eyes, then reached out and grabbed the handle of the knife. Then he pulled out the knife amidst the driver's screams, and then slapped the driver on the face.

"What are you doing? Put the knife down."

"Don't move!"

At this time, the policemen from the police station who received the report came over. When they saw this scene, they all tensed up and shouted at Ye Feng.

within their sight.

The driver sat on the ground with blood on his face.

Pan Kun pressed his shoulder.

Ye Feng held a switchblade and squatted in front of the driver, squinting his eyes as if he wanted revenge.

Just after the policemen finished shouting, Ye Feng looked back at the policemen who came over, and then put down the knife with a cry, but instead of putting it on the ground, it penetrated the driver's left hand.

A scream suddenly burst out from the driver's mouth.

The few policemen who rushed over felt numb for a moment, but when they saw Ye Feng leave the knife, they became more courageous. Four policemen in police uniforms rushed over at once, trying to restrain Ye Feng who was holding a knife to hurt people.

Pan Kun was already prepared. He moved his steps and stopped in front of the police. His clothes were soaked and his head was bleeding. He looked like a mountain, insurmountable.

Ye Feng stood up unhurriedly, glanced at the nervous policeman, pointed at the driver who fell to the ground and screamed, and said expressionlessly: "I am the owner of Lanshan Club, Lanshan Company, Dongzhou City Taxpayer, this man drove a car and tried to murder me deliberately. He had a knife in his hand. I am definitely not worried about it. It is self-defense. But now that you are here, we can rest assured..."

Ye Feng said one sentence after another.

Both Lanshan Club and Lanshan Co., Ltd. are currently well known in Dongzhou City. Lanshan Club has been the most high-end club in Dongzhou City in the past two years.

Those who entered were either rich people or elite white-collar workers in Dongzhou City.

As for Lanshan Co., Ltd., it is currently one of the top five tax-paying Internet companies in Dongzhou City. Who doesn’t know about it?

Unexpectedly, this young man is actually the boss of Lanshan Company.

And it also involves intentional murder!

After several policemen learned that Ye Feng was the owner of Lanshan Club, they did not dare to act rashly. They knew that the owner of this club had a deep relationship with various leaders in the city, and the person who was hit next to him was terrible. Maybach is just around the corner.

The only thing that gave them a headache was that Ye Feng stabbed the concrete driver's hand with a knife in front of them. Looking closer, the driver was beaten extremely miserably, and both hands were penetrated by the knife. , it looks shocking.

(End of this chapter)