Hearing these words from the capable man in front of him, the oily-faced middle-aged man was so shocked that he was speechless for a moment.

Two eyes stared blankly.

Although it was unexpected, he still believed it was true.

Because this is what the third master said.

Mr. San never says anything he is unsure of.

"Is this person very strong? Even the head of the Zhao family is no match for him?" The oily-faced middle-aged man poked his head, his eyes rolling around, glancing at the Third Master from time to time.

Hope you can tell something from his facial expression.

The third master still had a cold expression and said: "This is not something you should ask, get out."

The oily middle-aged man also knew that he had said the wrong thing and apologized repeatedly.

Withdrew.

He went out with his back to Third Master, so naturally he didn't notice Wang Feng at the door.

At this time, the oily-faced middle-aged man was hunched over, his flattering face facing the third master in front of him, and his buttocks also facing the door.

Just facing Wang Feng.

Wang Feng sneered, opened the door, and kicked the oily middle-aged man on the butt.

The fat-faced middle-aged man uttered an ouch, and a dog chewed mud and fell hard to the ground.

The oily middle-aged man who got up again saw Wang Feng appear at the door.

Suddenly an unknown fire rose.

This bastard must have done it just now.

The oily-faced middle-aged man pointed his finger at Wang Feng, his face full of anger, and he took a step forward to scold him.

However, Wang Feng moved, and with just a slap, he knocked away the oily middle-aged man blocking the road.

Then he set his sights on the man whom the oily middle-aged man called Third Master.

"Is this the third master?" A sneer appeared on the corner of Wang Feng's lips.

"You really had a chance, and you didn't die in the hands of those two people so easily."

The capable man was very calm and seemed not particularly surprised that Wang Feng was still alive.

"Next, I'll send you on your way." Wang Feng said coldly.

Unexpectedly, the third master was not angry but happy, and suddenly burst into laughter. He seemed to be listening to the best joke in the world.

"Don't think that you are invincible just because you killed the head of the Zhao family and the two people who assassinated you. In fact, you are just an ant in front of me."

As soon as he finished speaking, a monstrous momentum emanated from the Third Master's body.

The invisible airflow formed a vortex in front of him, and then the vortex rose to the top of his head, forming an ancient canopy.

It seems that he dominates the world and is irresistible.

The third master looked at Wang Feng condescendingly and said jokingly: "Boy, this is called the transformation of true energy into shape. You have never seen it before. Only people with martial arts masters and above can do it. Do you still dare to say that you want to kill me now?"

The third master's move was indeed quite powerful, causing the oily middle-aged man who had just managed to get up to lie down again.

However, Wang Feng just smiled.

"What would you do if I could break your canopy with just one finger?"

Wang Feng suddenly became serious and said in a deep voice.

"Hahaha, if you can break my canopy, I will kneel down in front of you and then commit suicide in front of you."

Wang Feng's words sounded like a big joke to him, otherwise he wouldn't have answered like this.

In his eyes, Wang Feng was just an ant, something he could crush to death without any concern at all.

Wang Feng said nothing, and pointed his finger at the canopy above the third master's head.

puff!

In an instant, the canopy above San Ye's head disappeared into thin air.

The third master froze when he saw Wang Feng's idiot-like expression.

He originally thought that there was something wrong with Wang Feng's brain, and it only took one finger to break his canopy?

However, there was a sudden explosion above his head just now, and the canopy that had been placed outside was destroyed.

His heart was filled with confusion. Could it be that the young man in front of him had already reached the level of a martial artist?

The oily middle-aged man who got up again was frightened and fainted again when he saw Wang Feng's move just now.

Wang Feng smiled half-heartedly and said to the Third Master: "You must fulfill your promise, don't let me do it myself."

The third master shuddered in his heart. Resistance? He was no match. Commitment? He didn't want to die yet.

At this time, he was in a dilemma, not knowing what to do.

His eyes turned again and again, as if he was thinking of ways to delay Wang Feng.

"Since you don't want to go in, then take me to Zhao's house." Wang Feng said.

"Go to the Zhao family?" The third master suspected that he heard wrongly. Although Wang Feng was indeed powerful, how could he fight against all the masters of the Zhao family? He was probably tired of living?

"When you go to Zhao's house, are you sure you're not going to throw yourself into a trap?"

Facing Third Master's inquiry, Wang Feng just smiled and replied lightly, "Don't worry about it. If you want to live, take me there."

The third master was silent for a moment, his heart pounded, he gritted his teeth and decided to agree to Wang Feng.

If we get to the Zhao family, it's still unclear who will live and who will die.

Suddenly, Wang Feng quickly took action and placed two fingers on San Ye's acupuncture points.

"What are you doing?" Third Master exclaimed.

"It's nothing, I just sealed your meridians. Now you are an ordinary person. I can kill you at any time."

Wang Feng's words were very natural, as if he were talking about an extremely common thing.

The remaining illusion of resistance in the third master's heart was completely shattered.

Only now did he realize that in front of Wang Feng, he had no chance to escape.

Regarding this, the third master sighed deeply and accepted his fate.

"Let's go."

At this time, the Third Master was more like his subordinate to Wang Feng.

Wang Feng said he wanted to leave, so it was hard for the Third Master to refuse.

Seeing Wang Feng leave, the oily middle-aged man lying on the ground breathed a sigh of relief.

Only then did he relax.

It turns out that he didn't faint from fright, but pretended to be dead.

Now that Wang Feng is gone, he finally doesn't have to pretend anymore.

The floor is really cold.

Wang Feng had long known about the oily middle-aged man pretending to be dead but just didn't bother to pay attention to it.

Now that he wants to kill the Zhao family, where will he have the time and opportunity to play a small role like a smooth-faced middle-aged man?

Walking in the corridor of the eighteenth floor, Wang Feng saw a figure running towards him.

It was Dong Li who came up after him.

Dong Li was pleasantly surprised when she saw Wang Feng.

But when she saw the capable man, Third Master, her heart was full of suspicion.

How could Wang Feng be with this person? Could he be the person Wang Feng was looking for?

From Dong Li's eyes, Wang Feng could already see some of her thoughts.

But he didn't answer Dong Li's intention.

To put it bluntly, in his eyes, Dong Li is just a maid.

How could he go back and care what a maid thought?

"You two take the stairs." Wang Feng turned to Dong Li and ordered the third master.

"What about you?" Dong Li asked.

She was guessing that with Wang Feng's body skills, could he jump directly from the eighteenth floor here?

Wang Feng replied: "I take the elevator."

Dong Li: "..."

Third Master: "..."

Although the two of them were dissatisfied, Wang Feng could be said to be their current master.

Wang Feng’s words cannot be refuted.

Wang Feng took a step forward and entered the elevator.
Chapter completed!