Chapter 87, not the opponent

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"The boy is looking for death" Hu Sen roared, glared at Lin Feng, and was about to come forward with his fist. Yamamoto Jiro hurriedly stopped him and said, "Oh - everyone is his own people. Why do you hurt your anger for a little thing?"

"Fuck your own people, I have to blow up his head today." Hu Sen's eyes were red and his saliva splashed.

Lin Feng is funny on the side. What is the intention of this little Japan? He used to sow discord in it, but now he has said all the good words. This man really owes a beat.

None of the people present is a working role. Except for a few people, the others are watching a group of clowns performing with a glass of wine and a smile, and they are quite funny.

"Guys, since everyone has to fight, I can't help it, but this is the living room. With so many guests, let's go to the practice room. How about we have a discussion there?"

"Listen to you." Hu Sen waved his hand, as if it was very chic. Lin Feng also shrugged his shoulders, saying that it was no different.

Cheng Zhiyuan looked at Lin Feng, looked at Yamamoto Jiro, and began to wonder what Yamamoto Jiro wanted to give him a senior member, and then caused a lot of dissatisfaction. Did he have a grudge against the latter and want to get rid of him with others? If so, he was really reluctant. He winked at Shen Kun beside him. Shen Kun agreed and stood up and said, "Guys, it's not easy for everyone to get together once. Why do you hurt your anger for a little thing?"

"Who the hell are you? Are you interfering with me?" Hu Sen saw that the second head of the family didn't care, and he became bolder. The boss didn't care about anything, who could control him, and it seemed that Yamamoto Jiro would secretly support him.

"Friend, we are all gangsters. Let's keep some words, otherwise those who accidentally walked on the road that day and had a car accident were all done by themselves, and God will punish them.

"Ha ha--it's not a threat. It's just a kind reminder. It's up to you what to do next." Shen Kun's cold face all year round showed a cold smile, which made people look like wind and snow. Lin Feng finally knew why the latter did not smile meticulously. It turned out that he smiled so uglyly.

"¥%#@¥%¥%..." Wu Chengbin next to Shen Kun didn't know what they were talking about. He only knew a little Chinese, but looking at Lin Feng and the crowd, he more or less guessed something. He said a series of words that no one could understand, which was already obvious.

Cheng Zhiyuan patted the latter on the shoulder, indicating that it was nothing. Wu Chengbin is a soldier. The only characteristic of the soldier is that he is bold. Hearing Cheng Zhiyuan's words, Lin Feng smiled at the latter and expressed his gratitude, but then turned his head to Hu Sen, "Since you like fighting so much, I will accompany you. Please bring my membership card back. Thank you."

"You--" Hu Sen's family is rich, but he is still afraid of Shen Kun's threat. While hesitating, Lin Feng said such annoying words again and turned to the practice room, and the card was still fixed on the table.

"It seems that he is still a regular visitor here." Lin Feng smiled faintly, took back the card, and followed Hu Sen. He knew that the latter must have gone to the practice room, because there was a sign in front of the direction he was walking, which said "the practice room" in silver-white font. Shen Kun looked at Lin Feng and was about to go forward. Lin Feng shook his head at the latter and signaled that there was nothing wrong. Shen Kun couldn't say anything.

Walking into the practice room, it is a 300-square-meter place with all kinds of fitness equipment. In the middle is a arena-like martial arts arena. The martial arts arena is covered with a thick blue carpet, and people will not feel pain when falling on it. Husen walked into a small room next to him and seemed to have gone to change his clothes.

Lin Feng is wearing a sportswear, so there is no need to change clothes. With Lin Feng's entry, many people poured in outside the door. In an instant, there was only one place in the middle of 300 square meters.

At this time, Husen came out in a white loose karate suit with an orange belt around his waist. Lin Feng watched the latter swagger out. He turned out to be a five-level karate. I said why he was so arrogant.

Lin Feng was also rude. He lifted his foot on the carpet in the middle. He did not have the habit of taking off his shoes casually like the Japanese. He just walked up in his shoes and stepped on a row of footprints on it.

"Ky, I'll let you know how powerful Grandpa is today." Hu Sen is stronger than him, taller than him, and his fist is bigger than him. No matter what, he is stronger than Lin Feng. No wonder he has arrogant capital, and Yamamoto Jiro also cares about the latter and is a little indulgent. He is practicing their country's karate.

I don't know that China is the oldest martial arts in the world, and the world's martial arts are based on Chinese kung fu. Only today's Muay Thai, karate, judo and so on have been adapted and trained by themselves.

"Kid, are you ready?" Hu Sen asked proudly, and it seemed that he was sure to win.

"He lost."

"What?!"

"In terms of momentum, he is already inferior to Lin Feng." The young man standing next to the crowd with a woman said lightly. A beautiful young man beside him looked at the young master in surprise and the proud Hu Sen on the court. The latter was several times better than Lin Feng in any way. How could he lose?

Don't you see that Lin Feng looks very relaxed now? And in the lobby, he can pin a card to the table in front of Husen. If the latter is a killer, I'm afraid the card has been nailed to Husen's neck.

After the young master's explanation, the young man suddenly became tongue-tongued, so - this man's strength was already so horrible.

Hearing Hu Sen's question, Lin Feng just shrugged his shoulders and said nothing. Hu Sen couldn't stand the latter's arrogant appearance, but he didn't know that he was more arrogant than anyone else, clenched his fists, and with the sound of wind. He turned around and hit Lin Feng at such a fast speed.

Everyone looked at Hu Sen's thunderous blow and covered their mouths in shock to prevent them from making a sound.

Lin Feng looked at the latter with a smile and looked domineering, "Kid, go to hell!"

"Bang!" A heavy impact seemed to be swinging in everyone's heart, with some lack of qi and blood. Everyone exclaimed, and the female comrades hurriedly closed their eyes.

Quiet!

Repressed silence!

Heavy silence!

When everyone's eyes turned to the field again, they saw Lin Feng's breeze smile standing in the middle, while Hu Sen was lying on the ground curled up, sweaty, and his face was purple, but he didn't make a sound.

"Wow---" looked at Lin Feng's unrestrained appearance and immediately aroused the unanimous cheers from all the female compatriots on the field, "so handsome!"

"It's so chic!"

"If only he were my boyfriend!"

If their words are heard by their boyfriends around them, will there be a brilliant five-finger mountain left on their faces?

However, at this time, the male compatriots were not in the mood to take into account the exclamation of the women around him. All the male comrades were surprised to look at Lin Feng's existence. How did he do it? Obviously, his eyes stared at the latter without blinking. In an instant, Hu Sen flew backwards and couldn't curl up. Is it too fast? Or does the latter have special functions?

Everyone can only define Lin Feng's speed in terms of special functions, because everyone knows that no matter how fast a person's speed is, there is an limit. As the saying goes, wind and lightning and thunder can also be seen by everyone, but the speed of the latter is obviously faster than that of nature. In this way, only the latter It is classified as a special group.