Wei Yan was sent flying in front of more than ten people!
Everyone was instantly dumbfounded.
No one expected this little monk to be so fierce!
Wei Yan had defeated a black belt in Taekwondo!
He was actually sent flying so easily?
Fan Zheng looked at Song Youhan with a smile.""Violence can't solve the problem. Donor Song, what do you think?”
Song Youhan was flustered by Fan Zheng's stare, and his legs went weak.""Me, me, what are you guys looking at? All of you, attack!"
"Everyone, go!"
"The damned monk is only one person. Why should I be afraid of him? Charge!"
……
The group of lackeys calmed down and charged forward, waving their bats and knives.
"Stop! What are you doing?"
A stern shout rang out.
The lackeys stopped what they were doing and looked over. They saw a young man around 18 - 19 years old striding over.
"F * ck! Who are you? Can't you see that Young Master Song is busy? Hurry up and get lost!"
Among the lackeys, a yellow-haired hooligan pointed at the young man and scolded him.
"Shut up!"
When Song Youhan saw the person who came, his expression immediately changed and he slapped the yellow-haired hooligan's face.
"Young Master Song?"
The yellow-haired hooligan was stunned and looked at Song Youhan, not knowing what to do.
At this time, Song Youhan had already walked up quickly.
"Aiyo, Young Master Leng, this is really rare! What brings you here?”
Song Youhan smiled obsequiously at the young man, and the lackeys were immediately confused.
The yellow-haired hooligan felt even more wronged after being beaten. He cried and asked in a low voice,"Who is this person? Why does Young Master Song seem to be a little afraid of him?”
A few hooligans who knew the young man immediately pulled the yellow-haired hooligan to the side and introduced him.
"You don't even know him? You deserve to be beaten!"
"This is Young Master Leng. You don't even get to see him usually!”
"That's right. Why is Young Master Leng here? Wasn't he learning martial arts from a master?”
"Young Master Leng?" The blonde hooligan shivered." Could he be Leng Yifeng, the young master of the chief's family?"”
"Isn't that him?"
"Young Master Leng is one of Jianghai City's top second-generation heirs. He's not on the same level as Young Master Song.”
" Jianghai City is huge, but there are less than three people who dare to offend Young Master Leng…"
"Strange, I heard that Young Master Leng is very cold to people. Why would he care about such a small matter?”
"F * ck!" The yellow-haired hooligan instantly regretted his actions. Why was he so talkative? With a long face, he stepped back and hid his body behind the other hooligans, hoping that Young Master Leng would forget about him.
The lackeys were discussing in low voices, but Leng Yifeng didn't even look at Song Youhan, who was approaching him, and walked past him.
Under Song Youhan's shocked gaze, Leng Yifeng walked up to Fan Zheng and said respectfully,""Greetings, Master Fan Zheng!"
The entire place suddenly fell silent. Even a pin drop could be heard clearly.
F * ck, what was going on?
Everyone was dumbfounded!
Everyone looked at Fan Zheng in disbelief.
Song Youhan was stunned.
"Master Fan Zheng, did they disturb you?" Leng Yifeng asked again.”
"Amitabha, it's just a small matter." Fan Zheng smiled and chanted.”
Leng Yifeng looked at Song Youhan casually.""Young Master Song, this Master Fan Zheng is my grandfather's honored guest! Give me some face and stop bothering Master Fan Zheng?”
Song Youhan's expression immediately changed." Young Master Leng, look at what you're saying. How could I not give you face?!"”
Leng Yifeng nodded coldly." That's good. Remember, Master Fan Zheng is my grandfather's friend!" In Jianghai City, whoever wants to touch him will have to see if the Leng family agrees or not!”
"Yes, yes, I understand." Song Youhan nodded repeatedly. His eyes darkened and he lowered his head.
From Leng Yifeng's words, Fan Zheng was not only his friend, but also someone that Master Leng valued! This strength was completely different!
Old Master Leng? One of the founding fathers!
Old Master Leng stomped his foot, and the entire Jianghai City trembled!
Song Youhan's father was the chairman of a trading company. Even the richest man in Jianghai City had to give him some face.
Leng Yifeng said respectfully,""Master Fan Zheng, grandfather invited you to my house. Do you want to go now?”
Fan Zheng glanced at Song Youhan, who did not dare to speak.""Amitabha. Patron Song, is there anything else you need from me?”
Song Youhan smiled apologetically. Master, please go ahead, please go ahead…"
"Since there's nothing else, This Penniless Monk will leave!”
Fan Zheng grinned, turned around, and walked towards the black pavilion that Leng Yifeng had opened. As a monk, he did not care about these small characters and hooligans at all.
Leng Yifeng followed behind him, respectfully walking half a step behind him.
After Fan Zheng and Leng Yifeng had walked far away, the remaining lackeys felt their legs go weak. They looked as if they had just escaped death.
"F * ck, what did I just see? Was this still the famous Young Master Leng in Jianghai?”
"Yeah, it's rumored that Young Master Leng is cold. Many listed company presidents talk to him, but he doesn't even smile. Now, he was actually speaking so politely to a young monk!”
"This monk is going to do whatever he wants in Jianghai City from now on!”
The lackeys discussed enthusiastically.
Song Youhan raised his head, and a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes.
Wei Yan got up from the ground and covered his swollen cheek.""Brother Song…"
Song Youhan raised his hand and stopped him.
He was just a poor monk from outside. Just because he knew the Leng family, he became superior?
Since the monk was only relying on the Leng family, Song Youhan would find a time when Leng Yifeng was not around to attack!
He had lost face today. He would definitely get it back from this monk!
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