Chapter 68

"President, are you satisfied here?"

Looking at Yang Feng's shining eyes, Yin master leaned over slightly and smiled.

Take a deep breath and Yang Feng slowly raises his fist.

When the Yin family leader saw it, he didn't know why: "president, this is..."

"Give me ten more sets!"

Poof!

A mouthful of old blood almost didn't come out. All the house owners present were absolutely down and secretly said.

The president of this girl is greedy enough. One big house is not enough, but ten more?

But where do they know that as a loser man who comes to them from a city with ultra-high house prices on earth, the biggest expectation in his heart is the house, and the more, the better.

It is a symbol of wealth, status and power.

Men can work badly, look ugly and behave badly, but they must have a house, otherwise the sow will not marry you and have to be single all his life.

This is probably the deepest pain in the hearts of modern losers.

So now Yang Feng has finally developed. The first thing is to hoard houses. No matter what use it is to have so many houses, his heart is full of a sense of achievement anyway.

Looking at the stunned owners, Yang Feng raised his eyebrows: "why, no?"

"Yes, we have all the suites the president wants. Even if we don't, we can build them now to ensure the president's satisfaction." he nodded hurriedly, and everyone said together.

After hearing this, Yang Feng smiled happily.

Then, old Tu laughed and said, "well, it's getting late. We ordered a reception banquet for the president in the best restaurant in Fudu. President Yang, please."

"Oh, welcome banquet. Do you have to go to the restaurant?"

When Yang Feng raised his eyebrows, he looked around at his new yard and murmured, "can't they move all the wine and vegetables here? Just as I lived in this new house, I haven't had a good time. This reception banquet will be my housewarming joy. Let's have a lively time here."

"OK, no problem. I'll call all the cooks there to cook. Ha ha ha!"

Master TU was a happy man. He promised directly and sent someone to arrange it.

Soon, all the best cooks in the capital came to Yang's house and began to cook delicious food. The heads of various families also sent the gifts already prepared to the new house of the Yang family. They were laughing and drinking.

Until nightfall, everyone was drunk. When they fell down, a dark shadow appeared silently in a dark corner of the hall.

Shua!

The shadow wriggled and showed a figure in black. His eyes were cold. He stared at a bunch of unconscious old men in front of him and swept them one by one.

Finally, his eyes fixed on Yang Feng, who was in the middle of the hall, with his head tilted back and snoring.

"That's him, Huai'an chamber of Commerce, the new president!"

The shadow took out a piece of paper with a portrait of Yang Feng, determined, and showed disdain in his eyes.

He is a white tiger martyr. He specializes in assassination for his master. He never misses. He is a man like the God of death. Countless dignitaries and families have died at his hands.

This time, I don't know why the master ordered to kill such a young boy.

But it's none of their business. They just follow orders.

But even so, he still felt that assassinating such a small man was too much for him.

Why use an ox knife to kill a chicken? He can kill this boy at will.

Whew!

Thinking so, the man took out a silver needle from his waist, which was still shining green.

This is a poisonous needle stained with the venom of third-order peak monsters and ghost faced flame spiders. If you are stabbed by this needle, the war will be absolutely dead. Even the war king master will feel the flame burning and lose half his life.

This boy... Hum, he will fart in an instant.

It's a pity that my poison is used against experts. It's going to be wasted on this boy. But who wants him to be the president of Huai'an chamber of Commerce? It's better to be hidden.

An evil smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. The man stuffed the poison needle into a steel pipe and blew it hard in the direction of Yang Feng.

Poof!

The green poison needle was right around Yang Feng's neck. Yang Feng screamed and patted it on his neck.

Seeing this, the killer smiled proudly, turned and left.

Task completed, target removed.

"Oh, there are mosquitoes!"

However, before he could take a step, he heard Yang Feng murmur behind him, and he could not help but straighten himself in an instant.

Then he suddenly turned back and saw that Yang Feng yawned, stood up very single, and walked out of the house in a daze. There was nothing at all.

How is this possible? It's a poison that I can poison even King Zhan. He's completely fine?

The killer was so stupid that his face flashed and 10000 grass and mud horses ran past him.

How could it be... The poison has expired.

No, it was refined last month. The toxicity can be preserved for 50 years. How can it expire?

If you don't understand, the man won't think again.

He's a killer, white tiger. I've never failed to work for my master, and I won't do it this time.

Poison can't kill this boy. What does it matter? I killed him myself.

Shua!

Then the killer quickly took out a sharp dagger and hurriedly followed Yang Feng.

Yang Feng wandered around his new house in a daze, muttering, "Mom, the big house is good for everything, but it's easy to get lost. Where's the toilet? Why haven't I arrived after walking for so long? Do I have to go to the toilet and take a taxi?"

"Forget it. It's convenient in the garden."

Left and couldn't find it. Yang Feng looked at no one around. He simply untied his pants directly behind the rockery in the garden, which was convenient.

WOW!

The clear stream infiltrated into the fertile soil. Yang Feng held the rockery next to him with one hand and looked comfortable.

The killer approached him quietly from behind, and a sneer crossed the corner of his mouth.

This dagger is made of cold iron and refined gold. It is the tenth bone breaking ecstatic blade in the list of fierce soldiers. It is extremely sharp. Even if the king of war master doesn't have a soldier to protect his body, he will pass through his chest and kill him with one blow.

Such a powerful weapon should be used to kill such a hairy boy now. It really insults its reputation.

But it doesn't matter. It's its greatest honor to complete the master's task.

Thinking so, with a ferocious smile, the killer touched Yang Feng's back, then took a knife and crossed Yang Feng's neck, crisp and neat.

It's done!

As soon as the corners of his mouth turned up, the killer turned around and left with a trace of defiance.

When things are over, brush your clothes and hide your skills and fame.

But after listening to a burst of complaints behind him, he said, "what just hit my neck? It can't be any insects. Alas, the ancient landscaping is good, but there are many mosquitoes. It's really annoying."

How is it possible that he's not dead yet?

The body could not stop a shock. The killer immediately completely doubted life. He picked up the dagger in his hand and looked at it carefully. He was surprised.