Chapter 987

"He is also a profiteer!"

Su Xiaofeng smiled miserably and said, "now I can't kill you. If it falls into your hands, I will admit it."

"You can kill me."

"Eighteen years later, I'll be a hero again." Su Xiaofeng stared at Lin Feihang and said coldly, "I'll kill profiteers and those who collude with them!"

"You man."

Lin Feihang looked at Su Xiaofeng with a ferocious face in front of him. He hissed very hard. He didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

This Su Xiaofeng's experience is too special.

If he is reincarnated to a profiteer family in his next life, his father is a profiteer, what will he do?

Lin Feihang found it very interesting.

"First, who hired you to assassinate me."

Lin Feihang looked at Su Xiaofeng coldly and asked slowly, "if you say it, I can't kill you."

"Bah!"

Su Xiaofeng took a mouthful of thick phlegm with blood and spit it out. She stared at Lin Feihang fiercely and said in a cold voice, "I won't say!"

"Don't think I don't know the tricks of you profiteers. If you don't kill me, he won't kill me."

"Then your brother or your bodyguard killed me."

Su Xiaofeng sneered and said, "you profiteers like to deceive people with your mouth."

"I really want to tear your mouth if I can't move!"

"Profiteer!"

Su Xiaofeng looked ferocious and said, "I hate profiteers most!"

"Brother Lin, this guy is crazy."

The little head glanced at Su Xiaofeng, looked at Lin Feihang with a bitter smile, and said slowly, "kill him."

"It's no use talking so much to a madman."

"Yes."

Lin Feihang glanced at Su Xiaofeng and knew that Su Xiaofeng was also a poor man who had been persecuted. But there's no way. He must die today.

To be kind to the enemy is to be cruel to yourself.

Lin Feihang will not leave such a scourge with the intention of assassinating himself alive.

"Give him a good time."

Lin Feihang winked at the little leader on one side.

"Clear."

"Click."

After receiving Lin Feihang's eyes, xiaotoumu directly twisted Su Xiaofeng's neck.

"Gurgle, gurgle."

Su Xiaofeng collapsed on the ground, spilled blood from the corners of her mouth, turned her pupils up and died completely.

"What happened today surprised everyone."

Lin Feihang paused his voice, glanced at the guests of the upper class in Jiangbei City, and said with a smile: "however, it's no big deal, but it's just some accidents."

"Let's continue. We should eat and drink."

"Nothing to care about."

With that, several security guards dragged away the bodies of Zhang Zhenren and Su Xiaofeng.

A group of cleaners and waiters quickly cleaned and put away their belongings.

But in the blink of an eye, everything returned to normal.

"Brother Lin, there's something."

Ma Bo went to Lin Feihang's side, lowered his voice and said, "Sun Yihao is chasing two people to the suburbs."

"Oh?"

Lin Feihang's eyes lit up.

Knowing sun Yihao's chance to practice, it seems that it has come! Sun Yihao's story began half an hour ago.

Sun Yihao, who had been slapped by immortal Zhang, was unconscious for more than ten minutes, and then he woke up naturally.

He didn't see the scene of Lin Feihang and Zhang Zhenren facing each other. When he woke up, he saw Lin's World War I, Zhang Zhenren, and the battle of the little leader and Ma Bo besieging Su Xiaofeng.

Sun Yihao, who was slapped by immortal Zhang, was very ashamed. He was embarrassed to stay in the annual meeting hall, so he slipped away while no one noticed him.

After leaving the banquet hall, sun Yihao became more and more unhappy.

He is sun Yihao, the grandson of a noble family, the owner of oil fields in Central Asia and the boss with tens of billions of assets. How can he be so oppressed?

How can you be beaten like this?

How can it be so embarrassing?

Sun Yihao is more and more oppressed and unhappy.

When he remembered the powerful Zhang Zhenzhen and Lin Yi he had just seen in the banquet hall, and the little leader and Ma Bo who could beat up Su Xiaofeng, he felt ashamed and lost home.

"God."

"I want to be strong!"

Sun Yihao clenched his fist. He knew that money alone was not enough. He also needed to have strong strength.

Otherwise, the duckweed on the water can be blown away at any time!

Who is sun Yihao?

Son of luck.

God's own son!

Although he was beaten by immortal Zhang for dimensionality reduction just now, sun Yihao is still God's own son and the son of luck protected by God!

No, sun Yihao had just been wronged, and the turn came!

Not long after riding out of the shared bike, sun Yihao walked around to Jiangbei antique market. He walked directly into an antique shop.

In the shop, two sneaky middle-aged men took out an antique vase to the antique owner.

The vase is shrouded in Yin. It is obviously a nether weapon.

"Boss, this is a good thing."

Pointing to the vase, a middle-aged man with sneaky eyes said to the antique owner in a low voice, "this thing was made by our brother at the risk of his life."