After the rebirth, the boss is slapping the face every day

Chapter 1230
It was only a few seconds during this time, his companion's fist had already hit the handsome man's face, but the man just nimbly turned his head, and the fist brushed his face and passed down. In a second, the man grabbed his companion's wrist, raised his other hand high, and smashed his elbow towards his companion's arm. With a click, the companion's arm was broken.

And the man didn't even blink his eyes or even frown during the whole process, his cold-bloodedness was no less than their boss's.

Just when he was in a daze, he saw his companion flying towards him like a kite with a broken string. He hurriedly reached out to catch him, and just caught his companion, but the huge impact made him unsteady, and both of them fell down. on the ground.

"Ouch."

Leng Yichen glanced coldly at the two men who fell on the ground, ignored them, and walked straight towards the door.

"You mother, stop for me." The uninjured man got up, clenched his fists and chased after him, "How dare you hit my brother, see if I don't break your hand to avenge my brother."

There was a roaring sound behind him, and there was the sound of approaching footsteps, and the menacing fist smashed against the back of Leng Yichen's head with a fierce wind. The wind was so strong that his hair kept flying.

When the sound of footsteps approached behind him, and his fist hit the back of his head, Leng Yichen turned around suddenly, quickly grasped the man's fist, and caught the sharp punch without frowning. Clenching his fists, his thin lips parted slightly, and he slowly uttered two words, "Looking for death."

Seeing that he easily caught the punch he threw with all his strength, the man was stunned for a moment. The next second, he watched helplessly as the handsome man's clenched fist hit his face.

A fist like a block of iron surged forward, whipping up a fierce wind, and the surrounding air seemed to be torn apart. This punch was fast and hard. If it hit his face, his bones would definitely be smashed to pieces. He opened his eyes wide in horror. He closed his eyes and wanted to hide, but it was too late, and he watched helplessly as the fists approached him.

"Stop." Suddenly an indifferent but pleasant voice sounded, blown into the distance by the wind.

The fist stopped, one centimeter away from the man's face.

The man's heart was jumping up to his throat, and he was beating fast, he could still clearly feel the sharp wind of the fist blowing his cheeks with pain, his legs were trembling so badly that he almost sat down.

A tall figure walked over, with handsome facial features and an indifferent expression, with one hand in his trouser pocket, wearing a dazzling sun, but the sun shone on him, and it was reduced to a foil.

Leng Yichen turned his head to look at the man who was walking over, narrowed his long and narrow phoenix eyes slightly, and there was a slight coldness in his eyes, he slowly retracted his fist and put it in his trouser pocket, standing indifferently, his sharp eyes fell directly on on the man.

The man who was almost beaten saw the handsome man approaching, and suddenly seemed to see a savior, showing a surprised expression, he rushed up to greet him, and asked for help, "Young master, someone who came from somewhere interrupted Ali hand."

Mo Han stopped beside him, glanced coldly at the man lying on the ground, grasping the man with the severed hand, just glanced at it, then retracted it indifferently, and moved it to Leng Yichen who was opposite him, curling his lips and sneering, "It's just an interruption." It's just a hand, it's still a lot of life, otherwise with Leng Yichen's cold blood and ruthlessness, even if it takes his life, it's just a matter of raising an eyelid."

(End of this chapter)