Found 100 Million In My Rented Apartment

The man with gold-rimmed glasses immediately glared at Ye Feng, "Did you throw this needle?"

Ye Feng didn't deny it either, just nodded and admitted, "Yes."

When the man heard this, he was furious, "Little bastard, you have the guts to murder Mr. Wilson? Are you looking for death?"

Ye Feng stared at him coldly, "I'm just trying to prevent him from hurting people maliciously, and a needle is plotting to kill him? Then what's the point of him hurting so many people?"

The man glanced at the people in the park who were hit and screaming in pain, and couldn't help but snorted, "So what if we hit you?"

"We'll pay for the hospitalization if you're injured, and the funeral if you're dead. But you murdered Mr. Wilson and caused Wilson to have an accident. You bastard, you're dead."

He pointed at Ye Feng angrily, almost poking his face with his fingers.

At this time, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed his fingers.

Hearing a "click", the finger immediately bent obviously.

"what…"

The man screamed, looked up, and saw an extremely handsome face appearing in front of him.

It was Cheng Fei'er who made the move, and she stared at the man coldly, "I've never seen such a soft-boned Chinese person like you, helping foreigners to oppress their compatriots? What the hell?"

After finishing speaking, he let go of his fingers and kicked him to the ground.

Ye Feng couldn't help giving her a thumbs up, "Excellent."

A smug smile flashed across Cheng Feier's pretty face, "Kindness is a good thing, but it should be reserved for good people. For such bad people, they must be worse than them."

Ye Feng was amused by her words, "Okay, you learn quickly, thanks to your good teacher."

Cheng Fei'er was a little proud when she heard the first half of the sentence, but immediately rolled her eyes when she heard the second half.

The two were joking around here as if there was no one else around, but everyone around them had been frightened.

This group of people dare to be so arrogant, it seems that they are not good at first glance, how dare these two people attack them? This is a big mess.

The foreigner also noticed the situation here and walked over immediately.

"Chen, are you okay?" He helped the man with the gold-rimmed glasses up, then turned his head and glared at Ye Feng and the two of them.

"Mr. Wilson, this kid threw the silver needle..." The man with the gold-rimmed glasses immediately told the foreigner about it.

After hearing this, Wilson looked at Ye Feng coldly, "Damn Huaguo pig, you dare to plot against me? You!"

This foreigner is very tall, about 1.9 meters tall. He looks like an angry lion at this time, and he is still very intimidating.

If you change to someone else, you will definitely feel fear.

But in Ye Feng's eyes, it was barking like a dog, "Are you **** blind?"

"So many people have been knocked down by you, can't you see? If I don't stop you, how many people do you have to hit?"

Wilson laughed when he heard this, "I did it on purpose."

"I'm in a bad mood today, and I just happened to vent my anger on you lowly Huaguo pigs, what's the problem?"

When Cheng Fei'er heard his reason, she immediately laughed angrily, "You are in a bad mood, so you use other people's lives to vent your anger? Do you still have any humanity?"

There was sarcasm on Wilson's face, "You Chinese people are our slaves, the master takes out his anger on the slaves, do you still need to discuss with the slaves? Hahaha..."

All the Hua people present were enraged by his words, but they dared not speak out.

Ye Feng stared at him and sneered, "You **** lived a hundred years ago, right? Are you still dreaming of a foreigner?"

Wilson spread his hands, "Is there any difference between now and before? Believe it or not, if I wave, they will kneel~lick me like a pack of dogs?"

Ye Feng sneered, "Try it."

Wilson walked back to the sports car without saying a word, walked back with a black cloth bag, unzipped it, and grabbed a handful of banknotes from it.

"Whoever calls me a foreigner, the money belongs to him."

As soon as he finished speaking, several people rushed forward, scrambling to shout.

"Hello, Mr. Yang..."

"Master Yang is mighty..."

"Master Yang is domineering..."

It looked like a pack of pugs.

"You..." Cheng Fei'er was immediately annoyed by this scene.

The bones of this group of people are too soft. For such a little money, they don't even want their dignity.

Ye Feng raised his hand to stop her, and looked at those people coldly.

No wonder people look down on them, because these people look down on themselves.

Wilson threw the handful of money to those few people, and the group of people knelt on the ground to pick it up like wild dogs fighting for food.

"Whoever kneels down and kowtows to me, the money will be his."

Wilson then grabbed a handful of bills from his bag and yelled at everyone around him.

Immediately, a few more people rushed up and actually knelt down and kowtowed.

"Hahaha... Tell me, what is this if it's not a slave?"

With a smug expression on his face, Wilson looked at Ye Feng and the two of them.

Ye Feng and Cheng Fei'er's faces were a bit ugly, and it was indeed a bit of a slap in the face to be torn down by their own compatriots.

Wilson dropped the money in his hand again, got up and walked to Ye Feng, "As long as you kneel down and call me Mr. Yang, the money in this bag is yours."

The bag was full of rice gold, and there were at least a hundred thousand in it, which was enough for many people to let go of their dignity.

But Ye Feng sneered dismissively, "Not everyone in Huaguo is soft-boned, so you should save the money to buy a coffin yourself."

Wilson stared at him, "What if I must make you kneel?"

Ye Feng looked at him without flinching, "Just try."

Wilson sneered, and threw the cloth bag to the man with glasses behind him, "Since you don't know how to compliment, you don't even have the qualifications to be my dog."

"Did you see that car? Lamborghini is a limited edition, and the price is more than 10 million. It was ruined just because you attacked me! Let's talk about how to pay for it now."

The man with gold-rimmed glasses also jumped out, "Not only do you have to pay for the car, but Mr. Wilson was also injured. I'm afraid he won't be able to work recently, and he was also frightened. The compensation for lost work, mental damage, and the vehicle Compensation, add up to at least... 100 million!"

Seeing his jumping up and down, he was even more eager than his master.

This should mean that the emperor is not in a hurry and the eunuchs are in a hurry, right?