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    After leaving the coffee shop, there was already a faint sound of thunder in the sky, like a huge millstone passing by.  The strong wind made people unsteady, and even the car rolled up its windows and drove slowly along the street.

    The long skirt Feng Shizhen was wearing was blown by the wind, causing her to stumble.

    Rong Jiashang strode forward for a while, but when he saw that Feng Shizhen did not follow him, he stopped impatiently and waited for her.

    "Mr. Feng was very windy when he was boxing, so now he can't walk even if there is a little wind?"

    Feng Shizhen was so angry that he gritted his teeth and said, "I don't dare bother the young master to wait for me. If you're afraid of the wind, just go inside and hide."

    As he spoke, the black car gradually approached and suddenly sped up.  Two pedestrians who were hiding from the wind on the street suddenly threw themselves back towards Rong Jia.

    "Be careful!" Feng Shizhen shouted, his pupils suddenly contracted.

    Rong Jiashang, however, seemed to have eyes behind his back. He pushed Feng Shizhen into the corner with an expressionless face, turned around suddenly, kicked one person to the ground with a flying kick.

    Feng Shizhen retreated to the corner and saw Rong Jiashang's figure, like a giant flying across the water, and he made another neat spinning shovel leg, tripping the other person down.

    Amidst the sharp and piercing sound of brakes, the car came to a stop, and two men in black jumped out. Ignoring Feng Shizhen, they went straight to Rongjia.

    The two people who had been knocked down earlier had climbed up and rushed over again.

    Rong Jiashang seemed to be a different person. The laziness and arrogance of the past were swept away. A fierce aura swept over his body, like a wild beast that had escaped from its cage. It was cold, sharp, and full of murderous intent, and it took the initiative to rush towards the opponent.

    He knocked over the nearest person with one blow, grabbed the hand of the next person, and kicked him sideways. The person broke through the glass door of the coffee shop and flew in.

    The glass shattered and scattered all over the floor.  The White Russian waitress let out a terrified scream.

    The man kicked away by Rong Jiashang rushed back again.  Feng Shizhen suddenly stepped out from the side, raised the flowerpot and slammed it down.  The other party fell to the ground without saying a word, and half of his head was covered in blood.

    Rong Jiashang picked up a shard of glass, turned around neatly, and waved out a glimmer of light.

    The gangster screamed, and blood spurted from his arm, splattering on Rong Jiashang's snow-white shirt.  Rong Jiashang then hit the opponent's nose with a punch, and kicked him away with another heavy kick.

    The last remaining man roared, threw his burly body behind Rong Jia Shang, and threw him to the ground.  He grabbed Rong Jiashang's neck, causing his face to turn red, and the veins in his tightly clasped arms to expose.

    Feng Shizhen ran over and followed the same pattern, lifting a flowerpot and hitting the man in the back.  Rong Jiashang took the opportunity to turn over and jump up, kneeling on the man's back and wrapping his arms around the man's neck.

    The man¡¯s face turned purple and he was breathing hard.

    "Relax." Rong Jiashang whispered, full of coldness, "Relax. It will pass soon. Soon"

    The man rolled his eyes and fainted.

    Rong Jiashang let go of his hand and stood up with a gasp.

    Feng Shizhen was panting and slowly walked towards Rong Jiashang.

    "Are you okay?" the two said in unison.

    Feng Shizhen was stunned for a moment, looked into Rong Jiashang's eyes, and shook his head.

    "what happened?"

    "Kidnapping." Rong Jiashang didn't seem surprised.  He lowered his head and kicked a man who was groaning on the ground, "The old man's enemies are almost queuing up to Dongsan Province. This kind of thing is common in the Rong family. Which family are you from?"

    The man held his broken arm and groaned.

    Rong Jiashang bent down and pulled up his collar, his eyes cold and sharp, "Wang family? Or Guo family"

    Click¡ª¡ª

    Feng Shizhen¡¯s ears caught a slight sound.

    The man who fell into the broken glass of the coffee shop got up at some point. He was holding a shuttle gun and had just opened the safety catch.

    "If you don't say it, someone will always let you"

    Before he finished speaking, Rong Jiashang was knocked down by Feng Shizhen.  The sound of the gunshot shook the eardrums, and the person on top of him twitched.

    Rong Jiashang hugged Feng Shizhen with his backhand and rolled away.  The bullets flew and hit the ground and walls, causing sparks to fly and the window glass to shatter, falling all over the two of them.  Rong Jiashang pressed Feng Shizhen tightly and held her head in his arms.

    The man finished shooting the bullets, threw away the gun, and fled outside dragging his broken leg.

    Rong Jiashang jumped up, rushed over like a cheetah, pulled the man back, and threw him on the table.  The coffee table immediately fell apart.

    Rongjia doublesWith the fire of rage burning in his chest, he stepped on the man's back, picked up a table knife from the ground, stabbed it down hard, and nailed the man's right hand to the table.

    ¡°Ah¡ª¡ª¡± the man screamed crazily.

    The Belarusian waitress rolled her eyes and fainted in the bartender's arms.  The boss was so frightened that he swallowed his saliva.

    Rong Jiashang stood up, his chest heaving violently, breathing heavily, and cold sweat rolled down his face and onto his blood-spattered shirt.  He staggered, stepping on the broken glass on the ground, and ran towards Feng Shizhen.

    Feng Shizhen covered his arm with one hand and stood up slowly while holding on to the wall.  Rong Jia pulled her over, grabbed her arm and looked at it.

    "Are you hurt? Let me take a look! Oh, don't move!"

    Feng Shizhen was not seriously injured at first, but Rong Jiashang¡¯s rough hands and feet caused him to gasp in pain.

    "It's just a flesh wound, you made it hurt even more Oops, Rong Jiashang, please let go!"

    Rong Jiashang was named, he looked at Feng Shizhen blankly, and suddenly dropped Feng Shizhen's hand as if he had been burned.

    Feng Shizhen rolled his eyes in pain: "I asked you to let go, but I didn't ask you to throw it away, young master. I'm still really hurt anyway?"

    Maybe it was because she had just exercised vigorously, but Rong Jia Shang's fair cheeks were flushed, and she suddenly reached out and grabbed Feng Shizhen's arm, and rolled up her sleeves.

    The bullet scratched a shallow wound, and there was a lot of blood, but it could be seen that it was not serious.

    "Do you see clearly?" Feng Shizhen's cheeks felt hot and he wanted to take his hand back, but Rong Jiashang grabbed him hard.

    "What kind of injury is this?" Rong Jiashang muttered, but did not let go.

    Suddenly three or four more cars rushed over with their horns honking.

    Feng Shizhen froze.

    "It's okay." Rong Jiashang pulled her behind him, "She's one of our own."

    "Young Master!" A dozen men ran out of the car, and the tall man at the head ran over, crawling on the ground, "Young Master, the younger one is late"

    "I'm not dead." Rong Jiashang turned his cold eyes, "You are here early."

    The man slapped himself in the face several times, turned around and shouted at his men: "Hurry up and arrest him!"

    The roar of thunder is getting closer and closer.  Big raindrops fell sparsely and hit people's faces, causing bursts of numbness and pain.

    Rong Jiashang turned his head and met Feng Shizhen¡¯s panicked eyes.

    She was frightened.

    The sarcasm that was on the tip of my tongue somehow didn¡¯t come out.  Rong Jiashang still held Feng Shizhen's hand loosely for a moment, then tightened it again.

    "Let's go." Rong Jia pulled Feng Shizhen and pushed her into the car, "I really want to go home now." #####(Remember this site's website address: www.hlnovel.com
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