C332 It Had Been a Long Time Since They Last Saw Each Other
C332 It Had Been a Long Time Since They Last Saw Each Other
The one who held the upper hand was precisely He Jianlin.
"I've already told you, you guys can't even withstand a single blow."
With a sneer, He Jianlin swung his machete horizontally.
"Sssii ~ ~"
Little Yellow was unable to dodge in time, and its chest was ripped open.
His shirt was torn, and blood gushed out from his wound.
Little Yellow fell to the ground, one hand covering its chest as it panted heavily.
"Brother Huang!"
A group of his lackeys ran forward to help him up.
They looked at He Jianlin in shock and fear, and helped Little Yellow onto a chair.
Smiling Tiger looked at He Jianlin in satisfaction, thinking to himself that he had not misjudged him.
"Hahahaha, who else?"
He Jianlin laughed maniacally.
At this moment …
"Bam!"
With a loud noise, a black shadow suddenly flew towards He Jianlin.
Everyone's faces were filled with shock as they scattered to one side.
"Bam!"
He Jianlin flew backwards as if he had been struck by a cannonball.
"This is …" "We are from Qing Gang!"
When Smiling Tiger saw the black shadow, his expression changed before he hastily turned his head to look at a corner.
He saw a thin figure slowly walking over from a dark corner.
"Pa! Pa!"
His steps were crisp and clear, yet it felt as though it was stepping into the hearts of everyone present.
It was only when the figure neared them that they were able to clearly see each other with the aid of the weak light.
"Yue..." "Yue Feng?"
Smiling Face's expression gradually froze, and his mouth formed an "O" shape.
He Jianlin leaned against the wall, raised his head with much difficulty and wiped the blood from his mouth with his hand.
"Why is it him …"
He Jianlin's eyes flashed as he coughed out a few mouthfuls of blood.
No one bothered with He Jianlin, they were all nervously staring at Yue Feng's figure.
At the same time, Little Yellow and the rest also saw Yue Feng.
"Mr. Yue!"
Little Yellow stood up excitedly.
"Smiling Tiger, long time no see."
Yue Feng slightly smiled.
That familiar voice made Smiling Tiger shudder.
Why is this God of Slaughter here too?
Why didn't you say so earlier!
Smiling Tiger turned to look at He Jianlin, but he heard He Jianlin say,
"Brother Hu …" "Brother Hu, this is the brat who spoke rudely to our Qing Gang and even threatened to deal with you!"
He Jianlin added on.
He knew that no matter how strong Yue Feng was, as long as he met Smiling Tiger, Yue Feng would be dead for sure.
Thus, he blurted out these words.
"Is that so?"
Smiling Tiger asked, but his expression was getting more and more unsightly.
In his heart, he was thinking, could it be that this He guy had also provoked Yue Feng?
And now he had even f * * king lured disaster onto himself?
However, He Jianlin did not seem to notice the expression of the Smiling Tiger.
His face was filled with a smile of triumph.
Boy, you like to act cool, right?
"Bam!"
A bottle of wine exploded on He Jianlin's forehead.
He Jianlin's brain buzzed and he immediately felt an excruciating pain.
"Ah!
He Jianlin screamed.
Looking at He Jianlin's face which was covered in blood, Smiling Tiger patted the dust off his hands.
This bottle, he had thrown away.
The rest of the group was also stunned.
Smiling Tiger turned around and said with a laugh:
"Um, Mr. Yue, I'm sorry. "I'll treat this as an apology. I'll leave immediately."
However, Yue Feng only shot him a glance before walking up to the side of Little Yellow.
"Are you alright?"
Yue Feng said.
"It's nothing, it's just a small wound."
The corner of Little Yellow's mouth curved into a smile.
When Smiling Tiger saw this, he didn't dare make any other movements and only kept his heart in suspense.