The Strongest Soldier King

Ye Feng made a call, walked to Zhang Meng, sat on the chair, looked at him, and said calmly: "Things should have ended here right?"

Zhang Meng nodded his head like he was pounding garlic, and could not help but say, "It's over, it's over!"

Ye Feng suddenly frowned, and looked at Zhang Meng: "Is it over?"

Zhang Meng's face was full of surprise, and instinctively hid his hands behind his back. Could it be that this fellow was going back on his words, and was even preparing to break his fingers?

Ye Feng's eyes did not reveal the slightest hint of emotion, his emotions such as joy, anger, and sorrow were completely hidden from his face. The tone of his mouth was also extremely calm, making it completely impossible to sense his current mood.

He looked at Zhang Meng and said, "A seventeen to eighteen year old girl, kidnapped by you guys. I won't speak about the physical torture I'll suffer, how much of a blow to her mood she'll suffer. If she's a little stronger, that's fine too.

Zhang Meng heard what Ye Feng said and he felt weak in his heart. He had no idea what Ye Feng wanted to do, so he could only ask Ye Feng probingly, "Then what do you want to do?"

Ye Feng clicked his tongue and sighed, "That's why the legal awareness in China is still too weak. You know, in Europe and America, if one's body is harmed, the compensation is actually limited. But for mental injuries, the compensation is often astronomical!"

After Zhang Meng heard this, he immediately understood what Ye Feng meant. He wanted money, but in his heart, he thought that even though he was not suffering any physical or mental injuries, but he still said, "I will compensate you, I will compensate you!"

Ye Feng nodded in satisfaction and took out a cigarette. After lighting it, he did not smoke, but stuffed it into Zhang Meng's mouth and patted his shoulder, "That's why I said Brother Meng is different from the others.

Zhang Meng held onto the cigarette in his mouth and did not smoke, he only looked at Ye Feng in a daze, "Then how much do you plan on asking?"

Ye Feng frowned, "What do you mean, how much do I need? Why do I want it? You didn't hurt me... "No, I was hurt by you before, but that's not important. In the past, we were even in the hospital, and now we're talking about my cousin!"

Zhang Meng hesitated for a moment, then looked at Ye Feng and said, "How about, fifty thousand?"

Ye Feng's face instantly turned as cold as ice. He lit a cigarette and smoke without saying a word.

Zhang Meng immediately knew that it was not enough, and immediately said: "100,000?"

Ye Feng took a drag of the cigarette, and slowly exhaled. He stared at Zhang Meng, still not saying a word.

At this time, Zhang Meng took a deep breath and bit the tip of his cigarette, "Two hundred thousand!"

Ye Feng flicked his cigarette, and continued to look at Zhang Meng.

Zhang Meng was suddenly on the verge of tears. This two hundred thousand was not enough, wasn't it too greedy?

He immediately gritted his teeth. "Five hundred thousand?"

Ye Feng stood up and shrugged at Zhang Meng, "Forget it, our national circumstances are different after all. China doesn't seem to value things on the spiritual level, so I'll give you a discount.

Zhang Meng heaved a sigh of relief, but he still felt pained. After all, five hundred thousand was not a small number.

Ye Feng looked at Zhang Meng, "What? Seeing Brother Meng's expression, it seems that you are not happy? "

Zhang Meng immediately shook his head like a rattle drum, "No, no, I'm willing, very willing!"

Ye Feng did not care whether he was happy or not, he immediately took out his phone and placed it in his hand, "If you are happy, then let's hurry up!"

Zhang Meng knew that Ye Feng wanted him to transfer the funds right now. Although he was pained, he also knew that if he did not transfer the funds, Ye Feng would not know how to torture him.

He immediately took his phone and opened the bank's APP account to draw out five hundred thousand, but it would still take some time to reach the account.

Ye Feng was not in a rush, he reached out to help Zhang Meng up and sat him down at the dining table, "We agreed on it today, I was the one who treated you, Brother Meng, to a meal.

How could Zhang Meng still be in the mood to eat? This meal was way too freaking expensive, he had not even eaten a single bite, so he already did not have five hundred thousand, who knows how much he would lose after taking a bite.

However, when he saw Ye Feng looking at him with the cigarette in his mouth, he knew that if he didn't eat it, Ye Feng would probably think of some tricks to deal with him. He could only pretend to eat a few pieces of the chopsticks.

Although this table was the most expensive dish in Guyang International Hotel, which Tan Heng had ordered, it tasted like chewing wax in Zhang Meng's mouth.

After about half an hour, he finally heard a notification sound from Ye Feng's phone, indicating that five hundred thousand gold was on his account.

To Zhang Meng, this half an hour was like sitting on pins and needles, and upon hearing the sound of Ye Feng's phone, he immediately looked towards Ye Feng, "How is it? Have you reached the account? "

Ye Feng took out his millet and looked at it, it was indeed the sound of money being transferred from the bank.

He could not help but shake his head, "Hua Xia's efficiency is really too slow. If there is a chance in the future, we need to go to the bank and report back. Brother Meng, do you think we will miss out on this?"

Zhang Meng didn't dare say no, and kept nodding, "Hua Xia is just like this … What was that … Can I go now? "

Ye Feng continued to smoke, looked at Zhang Meng, and once again did not say a word.

Zhang Meng felt uncomfortable being stared at, afraid that Ye Feng would roll his eyes and think of another cunning idea.

At this moment, Zhang Meng felt that he was just like the ancient officials who were only willing to listen to the emperor's orders. The power to kill and to live was completely in Ye Feng's hands.

As long as Ye Feng was happy, he would be able to retrieve his life. As long as he was angry,'s head would immediately drop to the ground.

When Ye Feng finished smoking his cigarette, he suddenly slammed the table. This frightened Zhang Meng so much that he immediately stood up and looked at him in a daze, not knowing what his decision was.

Ye Feng smiled at Zhang Meng, "Alright, then we'll meet again?"

Zhang Meng felt as if he was granted amnesty, his body suddenly felt weak, he slumped down on the chair and smiled at Ye Feng: "Thank you!"

Ye Feng looked at Zhang Meng, but clicked his tongue, "Tonight's happy time feels so fast, thinking that Brother Meng is about to leave, I actually feel a little reluctant to part with you!"

After Zhang Meng heard this, cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He definitely couldn't bear to part with it, this old man had wanted to leave a long time ago, what was there to be reluctant about?

But as Ye Feng changed the topic of conversation, he let out a long sigh, "It's such a pity that all good things come to an end, then … I won't send you off? "

After Zhang Meng heard this, he immediately stood up and said, "No need to send me off, no need to send me off …." Then, he walked towards the door, afraid that Ye Feng would go back on his words.

However, just as Zhang Meng opened the door, he saw that Ye Feng had suddenly said: "Brother Meng, give our greetings to Superintendent Liang, I'll treat him to a meal when I have the chance!"

After Zhang Meng said that he would definitely bring his along, he ran off without stopping at all. If he brought along this pain all over his body to participate in the Disabled Persons' Games, he might even be able to get a place in it.