"ah--!"
The paparazzi was startled by his incredible strength and immediately fell to the ground with a thud.
Seeing the two paparazzi being taught a lesson, Lin Yoona felt much better. She was not surprised at all by Yang Feng's terrifying strength.
After all, she had seen it before.
Looking at his tall, slender back, a sense of security welled up in my heart.
"roll!"
Yang Feng's eyes were devoid of any emotion as he uttered the words indifferently.
The paparazzi scrambled away, but the other paparazzi, who had been slapped by Yang Feng, collapsed to the ground unconscious.
The paparazzi ran towards the stairwell, then turned around and glared fiercely at Yang Feng again, shouting, "You brat, you just wait, I'll have someone kill you right now!"
Faced with his threat, Yang Feng merely glanced at him indifferently before walking to the elevator door and waiting for it to arrive.
He just received a message from his best friend from junior high school, inviting him to a junior high school reunion. Since he had nothing else to do, he figured he might as well go.
"Thank you..." (Urban Super Full-Time System)
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Chapter 550 Junior High School Classmates
"You're welcome, it was nothing."
Yang Feng shook his head slightly, as if he had just stepped on an ant.
After all, those two paparazzi were just ordinary people; he could kill them with a single glance.
However, he disdained it.
Yoona walked up solemnly, smiling sweetly as she said:
"Anyway, thank you. You've solved a problem for me. If you have time next time, I'll treat you to dinner at the Phoenix Hotel. I've heard it's one of the most famous hotels in Beijing."
"I basically don't have any time." Yang Feng waved his hand and stepped into the elevator.
After the elevator doors closed, Lim Yoona sighed slightly and gave a bitter smile.
I was rejected again.
Does that mean I can't even invite him to dinner as a friend?
As Yang Feng walked out of Longting Residential Area, he saw the paparazzi not far away, leading a group of people towards him.
Oh--
Sure enough, these people won't reflect on their actions unless they are properly punished.
Yang Feng sneered. He was actually too lazy to pay attention to this paparazzi, but if he insisted on courting death, he would not recommend sending him to the underworld.
In an instant, the large group of people surrounded Yang Feng, and the paparazzi stepped forward, facing Yang Feng.
Seeing him standing motionless, the paparazzi's face revealed a hint of mockery, and he said:
"Kid, scared now? Where did your cocky act go?"
"Come on, if you've got the guts, hit me here." As he spoke, he pointed to his own face, his eyes full of sneer.
The next moment.
"Smack!"
Yang Feng slapped him across the face without any regard for reason.
The sudden slap knocked the paparazzo to the ground, his head buzzing, and it felt like several stars were spinning above his head.
A brief moment of confusion.
"Damn it! Get him! Crush both his hands!" The paparazzi shouted as he came to his senses, his face contorted with rage.
Swish, swish, swish!
Several thugs raised their fists and threw punches at Yang Feng.
"roll!"
Yang Feng shouted loudly, and his aura suddenly exploded, directly blasting several thugs away, causing them to crash onto the road ten meters away.
Immediately, they all fainted, and some even bled from their seven orifices.
"This...this...a martial arts master? Lion's Roar!" The paparazzi was so frightened he almost wet his pants and kept leaning back.
Yang Feng walked up to the paparazzi with a blank expression, looked down at him, and stepped directly on his arm.
"Snap—Snap—"
Two crisp sounds rang out; it was the sound of bones breaking.
"Big...Big brother, I was wrong, I was wrong, please forgive me!"
The paparazzi was deathly pale, his whole body was covered in cold sweat, and he felt a violent, tearing pain coming from his arms, which brought tears to his eyes.
"If you continue to appear in this area, you can go to the Yellow Springs, understand?"