Urban Medicine Martial Immortal Venerable

Chapter 1121 Hongkun

A slap, very loud and fierce.

Mo Jiuwu almost turned around in a big circle.

When he stopped and stabilized his body, there was already a big blood-red slap mark on his face.

There was blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Mo Jiuwu covered the corners of his mouth, not daring to make a sound, bowed his head again and stepped forward, standing in front of Ye Kun.

"Kun... Brother Kun..."

Bowing and nodding respectfully, Mo Jiuwu continued to say in a vague voice, "This...it's all a misunderstanding!"

"and many more!"

But Ye Kun interrupted Mo Jiuwu, turned his head to look at the other side of the latter's face, frowned, shook his head and said: "Good things come in pairs, otherwise it will be bad!"

slap~

Ye Kun slapped Mo Jiuwu's face again, with no less force than the previous slap.

Immediately.

Both sides of Mo Jiuwu's face were blood red, and gradually began to swell up to the size of a pig's head.

But Mo Jiuwu still didn't hum, and after staggering for a while, he stood up again, bowed his head and walked in front of Ye Kun.

"Brother Kun!"

Mo Jiuwu lowered his head again, not daring to express dissatisfaction.

Such a scene, falling into He Hai's eyes, made him feel cold all over.

Who is this Ye Kun?

If it's a powerful character, why haven't I heard of it?

He Hai was puzzled, and at the same time, a trace of fear spread in his heart.

"Now, you can talk!"

Ye Kun looked at Mo Jiuwu's face left and right again, nodded in satisfaction, and sat down on the sofa again.

It's just that Ye Kun doesn't even look at He Hai anymore.

"Brother Kun, this... this should be a misunderstanding! This guy has blind eyes! I'll handle it..."

Mo Jiuwu bowed again and again, looking terrified, and respectfully said to Ye Kun: "As for the name of Ninth Brother, Brother Kun, you must not take it to heart, it's all those underground guys screaming!"

"Haha...Jiu Gouzi, you are capable now! Let you look at Yong'an Hall, but you are playing prestige?"

Ye Kun smiled instead of anger, and said sinisterly: "But this guy in front of you is from the He family and the young master, what are you going to do with it?"

Hearing this, Mo Jiuwu couldn't help but his face darkened, and he took a deep breath.

The He family is also a big family in Yanjing, and its strength is not much weaker than their Chang Xinhui.

If He Hai is dealt with here, the He family will definitely be furious.

If Changxinhui doesn't give an explanation, the He family will definitely not agree.

not to mention.

He Hai is still relatively familiar with him. In the University City area, his Yong'an Hall has always been good, so it has something to do with He Hai!

But, thinking of the young man in front of me, thinking of the Changxinhui, and the people behind the Changxinhui...

Finally, Mo Jiuwu gritted his teeth, nodded to Ye Kun and said, "Brother Kun, I will handle it to your satisfaction!"

"Ninth brother, is this?"

He Hai was on the side, looking confused and worried.

The few teenagers who were going to curry favor with He Hai before also saw that something was wrong, and their expressions became somewhat flustered.

slap~

Suddenly, Mo Jiuwu slapped He Hai's face with a big backhand, and shouted: "He Hai, why are you pretending to come to Brother Kun? Are you going to break Brother Kun's legs? What the fuck? I'm afraid you are tired of working! Even if your old man comes, he may not be able to save you!"

He Hai covered his face, his face was extremely livid.

Being reprimanded in front of everyone, this is a rare situation that He Hai would face.

"Ninth brother, who is he?"

He Hai could also see at this moment that Mo Jiuwu was very scared of Ye Kun in front of him, to the extreme.

Otherwise, on weekdays, no matter how big the conflict is, they will definitely not attack him.

"Where did your brain go? Brother Kun, Hong Kun!"

Mo Jiuwu glared at He Hai coldly, and roared in a low voice, "Quickly kneel down and confess to Brother Kun, or my old nine can't save you!"

At the end of the sentence, Mo Jiuwu was almost gnashing his teeth.

Red... Hongkun!

He Hai was stunned for a moment when he heard the word Hongkun, his whole body froze there, his eyes widened, revealing deep horror and fear.

In Yanjing's underground world, there are many, many famous ruthless people, powerful and ruthless.

Among them is the famous name of Hongkun!

It's just that He Hai has never seen him in person, and he doesn't know his real name!

Hongkun is rumored to be the first red stick of Changxinhui!

Known as Hongkun!

It is said that his strength is comparable to many powerful warriors!

Many killing skills are used superbly.

Some fighters may be able to defeat him face to face, but if it is a surprise attack, it is not impossible to kill a black-level fighter!

And Hongkun is not only a member of the Changxinhui, but also rumored to be an enshrinement of the Nangong family, one of the first-class families in Yanjing!

The Nangong family in Yanjing is many times more powerful and terrifying than the He family!

Thinking of all these things, He Hai knew that today was going to be planted.

Now he only hoped that Ye Kun would not kill him.

With fear in his heart, He Hai thumped and knelt down to Ye Kun: "Kun...Brother Kun...It was me, He Hai, who had eyes that didn't recognize Mount Tai just now, please...you give me a chance!"

At this moment He Hai is really scared!

If Ye Kun really kills him, his family members will at most make Chang Xin give up some benefits, or let Ye Kun apologize and finish the job!

As for the rest, what can the He family do?

Go to war?

This is unless the He family doesn't want to hang out in Yanjing anymore!

The maximum limit is to ask for the benefits and compensation that can be obtained as much as possible.

But He Hai and his life are gone, so what's the point of all this!

bang~

But Ye Kun didn't reply, he reached out to pick up a wine bottle from the table, and hit He Hai's head mercilessly.

The muffled sound made the teenagers behind He Hai tremble all over, and their teeth began to chatter in fear.

All the wine bottles in Ye Kun's hands were broken open, and the wine mixed with blood dripped all over the floor.

He Hai screamed, covered his head, and fell to the ground.

bang~

It's just that Ye Kun didn't stop, and continued to pick up the wine bottles, smashing them down one by one.

He didn't stop until he knew that He Hai's screams had subsided and he groaned on the ground for a while.

"It's really not beaten!"

Ye Kun took a tissue from the side, wiped the wine on his hands, and then the old god sat down again, then kicked He Hai who was lying on the ground, and shouted: "Don't pretend to be dead, get up!"

He Hai trembled all over, quickly got up, knelt down again, his head was blooming, blood was still flowing, he didn't dare to take care of it.

"Young Master Luo, now we have brought these people again, just try now!"

Ye Kun looked at the young man in black Tang suit on the opposite side, with a smile on his face, as if he had beaten He Hai a moment earlier, "There are still some girls on the other side, let's go together later have a look!"

"Okay, please trouble Brother Kun!"

The young man in black Tang suit frowned slightly, took a deep breath, nodded and replied.

"No, no... Young Master Luo, don't bully me! Just call me Akun!"

Ye Kun quickly waved his hands at the young man in Tang suit, a little panicked.

"Hehe, you're being polite! I, Luo Jiachen, have heard of your Hongkun name a long time ago, but I have never had the chance to meet you! If possible, I hope you can become the master of my Luo family!"

Luo Jiachen, a young man in Tang suit, chuckled lightly, with a solicitation in his words.

"Young Master Luo's words made me, Ye Kun, terrified!"

Ye Kun stood up slightly, but neither responded nor refused.

"Brother, if you search like this, can you really find something to cure your mother's illness?"

At this time, the girl sitting beside Luo Jiachen pulled the former's clothes and asked in a low voice.

The girl's pretty face was full of anxiety and worry, and there was a sense of melancholy and pain between her beautiful brows.

(End of this chapter)