C58

"How preposterous!"

Young Master Wang thought.

Wang Shun, the rich second generation, had strong and full muscles, but he did not train the "dead muscles".

He was a veteran fighter, with formal training.

However, in view of the fact that he was the "rich boy"

With his identity, the sparring partner always gave him some face and didn't go all out. This made him misjudge his own fighting ability.

Since he was born, no one had ever dared to tell him to "get lost".

Words.

At first, Wang Shun was worried that Ye Zheng was a young master from a wealthy family who was keeping a low profile, but now, he was certain in his heart that this brat was just an unfathomable bastard.

Wang Shouchuan made up his mind to use his fighting skills to deal with this guy.

Wang Shun did not immediately take action, but fiercely threw the coconut in his hand towards Ye Zheng.

This type of coconut was sold for a special kind of beverage. It was extremely heavy and heavy. If one were to be smashed by it head-on, their face would definitely be covered in blood and their spirit would be greatly lost.

According to Wang Shun's plan, right after, he flew up and landed a combo punch to his left and right, followed by a powerful kick from below.

If his plan wasn't wrong, then this brat surnamed Ye must have rolled around on the ground and kowtowed to beg for mercy.

However, Young Master Wang's' plan '…

He had failed.

Ye Zheng's right leg suddenly kicked high up in the air, "Bang!"

With a dull thud, the thick coconut was kicked into dozens of pieces, flying everywhere.

Young Master Wang had already pounced over. When he saw Ye Zheng's leg strength, he turned pale with fright.

However, he was already outside, unable to retreat.

Wang Shun knew that some of the Thai boxing experts would use coconut palm as a training tool to practice their fist and tibia's hardness.

However, someone like Ye Zheng, who was able to destroy a coconut with a single kick, had completely exceeded his expectations.

Instantly, Wang Shun's face was just a meter away from Ye Zheng's. He saw a cruel light shining in Ye Zheng's eyes.

"Mercy!"

Feng Zhaozhao shouted.

She knew that Ye Zheng's physical strength and arm strength exceeded that of ordinary people, but she didn't expect his Fighting Techniques to be this strong.

Ye Zheng resisted the idea of smashing Young Master Wang's skull with his fist, he just grabbed him by the collar and flung him backwards.

"Mother!"

With a strange roar, Master Wang somersaulted two times in the air, and with a plop, he fell into the sea more than ten meters away.

Wang Shun was flung out like a rag doll by Ye Zheng. He thought he had fallen into the deep ocean and his mind was blank.

Soon after, he stood up and realized that the seawater could not reach below his chest.

"Ye, I'll remember it!"

As Wang Shun stood in the ocean, he was still talking eloquently.

Ye Zheng didn't care about him. He untied the rope and jumped onto the boat.

Feng Zhaozhao suddenly took a few steps back and started running, preparing to jump onto Ye Zheng's boat.

It could be seen that Feng Zhaozhao had been training hard, her stamina and bounce were all good. However, she was wearing a long skirt which stopped her legs from moving, and she was still half a meter away from the side of the boat. She was about to fall into the water.

Helpless, Ye Zheng nimbly reached out his hand and grabbed Feng Zhaozhao's wrist. With a slight force, she drew a beautiful curve in the air and fell into the small boat.

"You really have the strength."

Feng Zhaozhao smiled as she praised Ye Zheng.

"It's just borrowing."

Ye Zheng said depressingly: "I'm at the shore, you may leave."

"I'm going fishing with you."

Feng Zhaozhao's tone had a hint of coquettishness in it.

However, Ye Zheng was not feeling very comfortable in his heart. Did this woman sound like this to other men and to the young master who had fallen into the water?

"I like quiet."

Ye Zheng said quickly.

"I'm very quiet."

Feng Zhaozhao's eyes were full of fawning.

Ye Zheng sighed helplessly, he started to paddle, the boat left a mark on the surface of the sea, and started to move forward.

Young Master Wang climbed onto the shore in a battered and exhausted manner, then turned and pointed at Ye Zheng and cursed.

Suddenly, he saw the old man who rented the boat. He was standing in front of him, staring at him with a pair of turbid eyes, expressionless.

"Old ghost, what are you doing?"

Young Master Wang shouted in dissatisfaction.

"Mr. Ye is an honorable guest of the Liu Gongzi, be cautious."

The old man snorted coldly.

Wang Shun's heart skipped a beat: He knows the fame and wealth of Liu Mulin's family. This Ye surnamed fellow can become his guest.

He swallowed and grunted and walked away.

The old man looked at Wang Shun's back, then turned and looked towards the direction where Ye Zheng and Ye Zheng were walking in, his eyes revealing an unnoticeable smile.

The weather was clear, calm, and the blue sea was as soft as silk.

Ye Zheng lightly pushed the oar, and the small boat drew a shallow mark, and agilely swept over.

Feng Zhaozhao did not speak. It was as if she was immersed in this tranquil atmosphere that made people feel relaxed and happy.

Ye Zheng put down the oar, at this time, the coastline was almost gone.

He took out his fishing rod and hung it on the bait skillfully, throwing the fishing line far away.

Then, Ye Zheng seemed to have entered a meditative state, quietly sat at the bow of the ship, and did not move at all.

Even though Ye Zheng was young, he had experienced far more dangers and pressures than the majority of the people in this world.

At this moment, he was enjoying a rare moment of peace.

"Is Mr. Ye good at fishing?"

Feng Zhaozhao asked gently, as if she was afraid that the sound would be too loud and scare the fish away.

"Twice when I was a child, I fished in the mud in the village."

Ye Zheng replied.

"Oh, based on Mr. Ye's method, I thought he was an experienced fisherman."

Feng Zhaozhao's voice no longer had any worldly wisdom and pout, instead had a trace of the gentleness of a little woman.

"Fishing is better than fishing."

Ye Zheng emphasized.

"Ah, I wish I could live by the sea, or on the island. To be able to breathe fresh air every day, to come into contact with different people and things, to row a boat, to fish, to be carefree and to be at peace with the world. "

Feng Zhaozhao sighed.

"There won't be a carefree life."

Ye Zheng replied bluntly: "Whether it's the mainland or the coast, everyone has their own pain."

"You really are a … "Honest people."

Feng Zhaozhao originally wanted to say "not understanding the situation".

But instead of being honest, it was "honest."

Neither of them spoke for the next half hour.

The weather in the sea was like a woman's temper, unpredictable and unpredictable.

In the sky, a group of inky black clouds rapidly rolled over, devouring the sunlight.

Not long after, the wind howled, the turbid waves were expelled into the air, the waves surged, and the small boat also began to move up and down.

However, Ye Zheng remained unmoved. He sat at the bow of the ship and steadily held onto his fishing rod.

"The storm is coming!"

Feng Zhaozhao was a little nervous.

A zigzag bolt of lightning shot out from the thick clouds like a burning sea serpent. It flashed briefly on the surface of the sea before extinguishing, followed by the rumbling of thunder.

Feng Zhaozhao covered her ears with a face full of fear.

Ye Zheng suddenly laughed out loud, he then pulled the boat, and it shot towards the shore like an arrow that had just left the bow.