Dragon Soul Agent

Anyone with a discerning eye would be able to tell that this group of people with Karate Club was here to cause trouble for Ye Zifeng.

Seven or eight people surrounded Ye Zifeng alone, looking as if they were looking down on him, this trashy guy, as if they did not put him in their eyes at all.

At this moment, there were more and more spectators around them, but they didn't dare get too close. After all, Karate Club wasn't a group of people to be trifled with, as they didn't want to get into trouble.

However, Ye Zifeng did not seem to be afraid of this group of tall and big fellows. He even lit a cigarette and started smoking.

With a face full of smiles, Ye Zifeng blew out a smoke ring towards the leader of the group, and said: I am Ye Zifeng, what business do you have with me?

"Hehe, the one with the surname Ye, you sure have guts!" The little guy sneered, pointed his thumb at himself, and said, "Do you know who we are?"

Ye Zifeng laughed disdainfully, then said: "I know, you all should be a bunch of retards."

"Bastard, stinking brat, what nonsense are you spouting? Do you believe that I will cripple you on the spot?!" Xiao Ping was not angry, but the group of people with Karate Club beside him were furious, and pointed at Ye Zifeng.

Ye Zifeng continued to smoke and sneer, "Am I wrong? If you are not retarded, then what is it? "

"You …"

A guy with long hair standing next to the little guy became angry and extended his hand out to hit Ye Zifeng. However, he was stopped by the little guy.

Xiao Budian stepped forward, his entire body brimming with anger, wanting to suppress Ye Zifeng: "Surnamed Ye, your elder here isn't free today to talk nonsense with you. I'm not afraid to tell you, I am the school's Karate Club Group's vice president, Yang Cheng … "

Ye Zifeng slightly smiled, and muttered: "Yang Cheng? I've never heard of it! "

Yang Cheng, who had once again been looked down upon by Ye Zifeng, turned ashen. He snorted, "Good, good, good. I'll let you hear about it today. "

After saying that, Yang Cheng pointed at Ye Zifeng with his finger: "Ye, to tell you the truth, Ouyang Baanruo is a woman that our guild leader has taken a liking to. "Otherwise, I will let you out of the school today!"

Yang Cheng's words were powerful and scary. Furthermore, the group of Karate Club s under his hands were all rubbing their fists and wiping their palms, as if they were waiting to beat this brat up.

This scene, no matter who it was, would definitely cause one to panic.

However, Ye Zifeng laughed, glanced at Yang Cheng, and said casually: "Oh, got it."

"Is there anything else?" If there's nothing else, get out of my way! I still have to go to class. "

Ye Zifeng's rude words stunned Yang Cheng for a moment, and he was a little not used to it. As for the group of Karate Club members, they looked at each other in dismay, and didn't quite understand what was going on.

In Yang Cheng's opinion, a fellow who could make Jin Qiuming suffer a great loss would definitely not be so cowardly.

His head could be cut off, his blood could flow, and he couldn't throw away his sincere feelings. When the time came, he would show his power and teach Ye Zifeng a lesson, and beat him to the ground to beg for mercy.

Who would have thought, this Ye Zifeng had only lightly said that he understood, what did this count as?

However, from Ye Zifeng's perspective, the bunch of people in front of him were just a bunch of overlords. Although their actions made Ye Zifeng very angry, fighting them on a university campus, this kind of sacred hall of knowledge, was a little inappropriate.

Not wanting to bother with this group of people with Karate Club, Ye Zifeng's figure flashed as he prepared to leave.

"Yi, it's already over. Is it really that boring?" And here I thought that Ye Zifeng would really fight against the members of the Karate Club? "

"Heh heh, we're still fighting? It's not like you don't know what kind of people those Karate Club Group people are.

"I don't think it's that simple. That Yang Cheng definitely can't just let it go like this!"

Seeing Ye Zifeng being so "terrified", the spectators were unhappy. In their imaginations, Ye Zifeng should have fought against Yang Cheng and the others in order to defend his love. But he didn't expect Ye Zifeng to admit defeat so easily. It was as if a taut string of the zither had suddenly snapped, and was extremely boring.

Let alone these spectators who did not know the truth, even Yang Cheng himself did not think of it.

This Ye Zifeng was completely out of line with this, making it seem as if his aggressive might had hit cotton, as though there was no place for him to vent it out.

However, Yang Cheng, who was gritting his teeth, did not want to let it go like this.

He jumped out and blocked Ye Zifeng's path once again, and said extremely tyrannically: "That Ye fellow, did I let you go?"

Ye Zifeng raised his eyebrows, and his face immediately became gloomy, as he grumpily muttered: "Hehe, what a group of people!"

Originally, Yang Cheng did not have anywhere to vent his anger on, but now that Ye Zifeng had said this, Yang Cheng immediately felt that he had gotten the chance.

"Yo, brat with the surname Ye, you are very arrogant. F * ck, who are you saying will refuse a toast and eat a forfeit? Do you believe that your father will cripple you, little bastard, with a single move? "

As he spoke, Yang Cheng pointed a finger at Ye Zifeng's nose fiercely.

But in the next moment, Yang Cheng's intestines turned green with regret. Because Yang Cheng had always thought that with so many of his men surrounding Ye Zifeng, Ye Zifeng did not dare to act rashly.

Just as Yang Cheng was about to point at his nose, a cold light swept across Ye Zifeng's face. He stretched out his hand, and with an extremely fast speed, directly grabbed hold of Yang Cheng's finger, then exerted force.

Immediately, the air on the field became tense.

Everyone heard a clear cracking sound, followed by Yang Cheng's painful wails.

"Ah …" It hurts, my fingers, my fingers! "

Ignoring Yang Cheng, Ye Zifeng used his wrist to push him, causing Yang Cheng's 1.9m tall body to stumble back a few steps, then he sat down on the ground.

Ye Zifeng carried the cigarette in his mouth, and looked at Yang Cheng who was sitting on the ground coldly, and spoke: "One finger, and I'll just teach you a small lesson. "Don't try to touch my bottom line, or else I'll make your deaths rhythmic!"

"Vice president, vice president …" Seven or eight people from the Karate Club Group immediately surrounded Yang Cheng and helped him up.

However, at this moment, Yang Cheng first broke a finger, and then was ridiculed by Ye Zifeng. He was simply burning with anger, and with a wave of his hand, he said: "Don't worry about me, all of you come at me, and cripple this little bastard!"

"Stubborn fool!" Facing these seven or eight Karate Club fellows, Ye Zifeng gave a light snort, and the pupils of his eyes continuously contracted.