Beauty's personal migrant worker

Although it is already autumn, it is still very early in the day.

"call--"

Chen Feng exhaled slowly, and gently opened his eyes.

"When I got this spirit gathering ring back then, I didn't need it for a long time. Unexpectedly, this ring is very effective for me now." Chen Feng felt the situation in his body, and couldn't help but smile.

"Owning this ring, the effect of one night's practice is equivalent to the original three days' effort, which saved me twice as much time." Chen Feng clenched his fists, his eyes full of confidence.

The phone rang crisply, and Chen Feng picked it up.

"Hello, Chen Feng." A soft female voice came from the other end of the phone, sounding furtive.

"Lily, why did you call so early?" Chen Feng looked at the clock on the wall, it was only 05:30.Moreover, Li Li's sneaky tone made him a little puzzled.

"Chen Feng, I don't have time to tell you so much right now. Let's meet at the gate of Times Square at nine o'clock this morning." Li Li's voice was hurried and suppressed, as if she was trying to prevent others from hearing it.

"Oh, okay." Chen Feng suppressed the doubts in his heart, nodded and said.

"Remember, don't come, if you don't come, you will be finished!" Li Li's voice was slightly heavier, which was a warning.

"Alright, I won't be late..." Before Chen Feng could finish his promise, Li Li had already hung up the phone.

"Oh, this Lily is so mysterious, and she doesn't know anything." Chen Feng shook his head, muttering.

Walking out of the hospital, Chen Feng came to a bun shop not far away.

Those who make breakfast are busy people, because the pace of life in the metropolis is fast, so before 6 o'clock, many people come here to have breakfast.

"Chen Feng, it's so early today." The boss was a fat man, and when he saw Chen Feng, he greeted him with a smile.

Chen Feng is an old customer here, and since he managed the mortuary, he has often come here to eat.

"Haha, it's still the old rules, a bowl of soy milk, and a basket of steamed buns." Chen Feng said with a chuckle, this boss is a real person, he doesn't do business with fakes, and he is very fond of Chen Feng's temper.

"Okay!" The fat boss yelled, skillfully prepared soy milk for Chen Feng, and then came to Chen Feng with a basket of steamed buns.

"The soybeans for today's soy milk were brought from my hometown by a relative of mine. They are absolutely high-quality. I specially ground some soy milk for you to try." The fat boss said proudly.

"Well, it really is much more fragrant than before." Chen Feng took a sip and gave a thumbs up.

"Hehe, as long as you like it, as long as you like it." The fat boss smiled contentedly.

At this time, several discordant voices came.

"Boss, who is the boss?" Several people with hair dyed in various colors entered the restaurant aggressively, shouting.

"We are here, we are here!" The boss is an honest man, seeing this posture, he hastily and cautiously greeted him.

"Boss, from now on, this area will be under the control of our princelings." As he said that, the yellow-haired young man in the lead squinted at the fat boss, and said sinisterly: "From today onwards, two hundred daily protection Fee, someone comes to collect it every morning!"

"This..." The boss looked bitterly, looked at the gangster anxiously, and couldn't help but said, "Brother, this small shop is a small business, so 200 yuan is too much. Didn't the Xiaolong gang only charge you in the past?" Is it 50?"

The turnover of this steamed stuffed bun shop is only five or six hundred a day. If the protection fee of 200 yuan is deducted, and the rent, water and electricity are deducted, there will be no profit at all.

"Hmph!" The gangster in charge looked at the fat boss dissatisfiedly, and cursed: "The Xiaolong Gang? The Xiaolong Gang has been wiped out by our princelings long ago! Let me tell you, if you don't pay, maybe something will happen. At that time, don't blame our princes for not protecting you."

"This... this..." The middle-aged fat man showed embarrassment, and his face was full of struggles: "This big brother of the princeling, can you have less."

"Malle Gobi, I'll talk to you carefully, you can negotiate terms with me!" As he said this, the bastard looked fierce, grabbed the fat boss's clothes, and wanted to pull him in front of him.

However, the fat boss's body is covered in flesh, how can he move?With a tug, it didn't move the fat boss's body, but tore off a piece of fabric from the fat boss' sweat vest.

"Damn it!" Without pulling the fat boss's body, the bastard felt that he had lost face, so he yelled angrily, and was about to step forward and use violence.

"Stop!" A loud shout suddenly came from the street outside.

I saw a young man rushing into the shop holding a machete, looking at these gangsters angrily.

The young man has short hair, and there are faint traces of tattoos that have not been completely washed off on his exposed arms.

"Eh?" Seeing this person, Chen Feng let out a little surprise.

"San'er, what are you doing? Didn't you promise me that you would never take this thing again?" The fat boss saw the young man rushing in with a knife, and he was a little anxious, and explained to the gangsters: "How many times?" Big brother, children are ignorant, so don't be offended, big brothers."

As he said that, the fat boss nodded and took out a pack of cigarettes, and distributed them: "I will pay the protection fee, and I will pay it immediately!"

"The protection fee must be paid." The leader of the gangster took the cigarette from the fat boss's hand carelessly, and took a puff after lighting it comfortably: "However, since this brother has shown his knife, shouldn't we also communicate?" Communication. Isn't it, brothers?"

After speaking, he first fumbled in his trouser pocket and took out a brown round stick.Then, he pressed a button on it, and a blade shone brightly.

This brown round stick turned out to be a switchblade!

Following the actions of the leader, the other gangsters also took out the same switchblade. For a moment, the sharpness of the knife made the fat boss feel terrified.

However, he didn't retreat because of fear, instead he begged eagerly: "Brothers, children are ignorant, don't be as knowledgeable as him."

"Go away!" The gangster in the head turned hard, and immediately kicked the fat boss away, and then shouted: "Brothers, this kid dares to show his sword against our princes, show him some color!" Look!"

As he said that, the gangster brandished the switchblade first, then rushed towards the young man, and fought with the young man.

When the other gangsters saw it, they rushed after them fiercely.

"Brother, don't do it!" The fat boss shouted anxiously, but found that it didn't work.In desperation, he picked up the kitchen knife for chopping meat on the chopping board and chopped at one person.

"Ah! I hate your mother!" The last gangster was hit immediately, and his left hand was cut.He suddenly became angry, and swung the switchblade at the fat boss.

"Ah—" The fat boss held his stomach, blood dripping down through his hands.

"Brother!" The young man let out a mournful cry, and rushed towards the fat boss full of sadness.

"Boy, go to hell!" At this moment, the gangster shouted loudly, and stabbed the switchblade straight at the young man's waist.

The young man was so focused on the fat boss that he didn't pay attention to the movement behind him. When he noticed it, it was too late to dodge.

"Dead." Looking at the switchblade that was close at hand, a flash of despair flashed through the young man's heart.

"Long Mao, long time no see." At this moment, Chen Feng's voice resounded.