Urban Perspective Little Doctor

On the top of the Goddess Building, Pang Feng held his hands on his back and looked at the ground indifferently.

Behind him, the two masters of Tongxuan have collapsed on the roof like dead dogs. The two of them have almost no rivals in San Francisco. In fact, they have never failed since they stepped into Tongxuan.

In a place like the United States, you can almost walk sideways across the pass of Tongxuan, plus Qinghong's reputation, who dares to provoke them?

But today, they have been miserable and their lives are hard to protect.

The master surnamed Zhang stared at Pang Feng firmly, and said in a deep voice: "What do you call your excellency? I am not as skilled as people, and I am willing to lead the death, but I hope to be a clear ghost!"

Pang Feng snorted softly, and said, "Do you want to die? We have no grievances. I don't want to kill you. Forgive you not to die. Let Che Ze come up together. I want to see this funny boy brother again!"

Let's talk about Che Ze. He Hao Hao Tang Tang led the convoy to the door of the bar. The bar was already empty.

He looked up to the sky and said loudly: "Uncle Zhang, did you find that kid? Don't kill me. What's the fun of killing me?"

He didn't wait for any answer, and when he was wondering, he received a call.

"My next grass! Go, copy the guy, and go to the Goddess Mansion with me! Okay, that's a good place. It must be very exciting to throw a big living person off the roof, haha!" Che Ze laughed haha! .

He drove out by himself.

This time he was accompanied by a large number of followers, and there were dozens of people in the soup. Qinghong's power in San Francisco was all mobilized by him. Today he suffered such a grievance, how can he not bring more people to look for? Back to the scene?

He led a group of people, aggressively only to the Goddess Building.

A dozen people went up to the roof of the building together, and the few pathfinders in front rushed to heaven, and Che Ze yelled from behind, "Listen to me. First hang this kid up, all lightly, don't Killed me, have you heard?"

Che Ze swaggered and walked onto the rooftop, everyone looking at him.

Those eyes are like looking at a fool's hat.

"What are you looking at me? What about people? Where are people dead?"

No one answered him, Che Ze looked up suddenly, and his whole body instantly became like a clay-carved wood-plastic wood-plastic.

On the rooftop, Pang Feng stood with his hands on his back. Behind him, two masters of Qinghong, known as the Tongxuan level powerhouse, kneeled behind him in a regular manner. Seeing their appearance, they were tired like a mourning dog. Shivering.

Seeing this scene, Che Ze's eyes were about to roll out of his eye sockets.

"My second grass, this...what's this..."

He only said one and a half words, without turning back, he said sternly: "Kneel to avoid death! I count to three. Whoever dares not to kneel, die!"

The word "death" came out from Pang Feng's mouth, and it was no different from the command of the Hell in the Temple of Senluo. Everyone who heard this word was shocked. Who would dare to violate it?

The masters surnamed Zhang and Su are heaven in their eyes, they are not human beings, but now these two top masters are lying on the ground like dead dogs, which is terrible.

Facing this kind of situation, they were scared a long time ago. At this time, where is Pang Feng still a human in their eyes? He is clearly the Hades of Senluo Temple!

"Wow!"

Almost everyone knelt down, and Che Ze's legs softened and fell directly to the ground. Several Che Ze's iron rods were still hesitating, thinking about being tough.

At the next moment, Pang Feng finally said: "Three"

Then, everyone only saw his hand slightly lifted, most people did not see how he made the move, only heard a few screams, just now a few hapless ghosts who did not kneel down were beaten to death. A lively person turned into a few lively corpses in an instant.

awful! It's too awful!

"Mom!" The timid person was paralyzed, and he was so frightened.

Che Ze is not much stronger. You must know that although he is from Qinghong's background, he usually regards himself as a businessman. On Wall Street, he is a well-known investor. Now society is highly civilized. Where can there be many fights?

Even if Qing Hong's business in the United States is **** in the middle, how can he get involved with the young master of his car family?

Therefore, Che Ze has never seen many big scenes. In this scene, when he saw the most sloppy people beside him, he died violently. Looking at the other people, they all collapsed on the ground, scared to death. Shaking, can he not collapse?

A strange smell emanated from his trousers. He had few cars, the top investors on Wall Street, and the brilliant man everywhere he walked. Now he has become this look. Just a moment ago he was still showing his power, thinking. To use the most poisonous way to torture Pang Feng, now he has become a dead dog.

Pang Feng still didn't look back. He carried his hands on his back and looked in front as if he was intoxicated by the beauty in front of him.

Behind him, many masters of Qinghong knelt, these people are all Chinese faces, not a single ghost.

Pang Feng sighed lightly: "Qinghong is known as the number one gang of Chinese people. I don't think there is any need for existence. What is the value of a power that bullies fellow countrymen and tramples on its own nation?"

"North American car owner, such a big name, such a big prestige, few cars, do you think that if a living person is thrown from the roof of this building, how likely is he to survive?"

Pang Feng's tone was very calm, whispering, like a chat between friends.

But these words were heard in Che Ze's ears, and it was his judgment.

It is not an exaggeration to say that now Pang Feng is the judge, and everyone’s life is in Pang Feng’s hands. If he wants to, he can easily solve everyone on the scene. Killing one person is like crushing an ant. so easy.

"No!" Che Ze squatted on the ground: "I'm sorry, Mr. Pang, I have no eyes, and I blame my blindness. Please spare my life. As long as you spare me, I am willing to be a cow and a horse for you I don't want to die..."

Che Zeyu was incoherent, and he was so terrified that he could no longer express his feelings normally.

Pang Feng smiled suddenly and turned his head slowly. He still carried his hands on his back and walked step by step in front of Che Ze. Che Ze knelt on the ground, sweat dripping down his forehead, but he did not dare to make a sound.

Pang Feng slowly squatted down, and the distance between the two of them was getting closer and closer, Pang Feng said: "Little car, your style of painting has become a bit faster, I said, let you kowtow and walk quietly, as long as you don’t mess with I, as if it never happened before, you just don't listen.

Let me put it this way, let alone you, even if your Lao Tzu is here, he will kneel in front of me and pray for his life. I want him to die three times, and no one can keep him alive five times! "