Yang Feng is not cultivating. He is currently stuck at a bottleneck and needs a fierce battle of the same level to break through. Alternatively, he can obtain some good stuff from the system to break through.
While playing on his phone, he suddenly frowned slightly, noticing a flow in his stomach that reached his sphincter.
"Holy crap, what's going on?"
Yang Feng quickly circulated his spiritual energy to purify the fluid in his sphincter.
The toxins were quickly expelled.
"A strong laxative?"
Whose heart is this~~~
The phone rang; it was Liang Yekai calling.
Yang Feng roughly knew what had happened; someone had put a tasteless laxative in their food.
The call connected, and on the other end...
"Ah~~ Comrade Yang... I can't take it anymore..." (Urban Super Full-Time System)
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Chapter 581 Roschel Appears!
Immediately, a cold-blooded smile curved his lips, and he exhaled a long puff of smoke, muttering, "A scroll delivered to my door, how wonderful."
Hearing Yang Feng's murmur from behind, Xia Yumo felt a little confused. Before she could speak, one of the robbers in front of her suddenly walked over and tapped his palm with an iron rod.
What intrigued him was whether this kid was such a heavy smoker. How dare he smoke at a time like this? He was practically ignoring them.
It's mainly because of his nonchalant expression; he's putting on airs of aloofness.
"Hey kid, you dare glare at me?! You're asking for trouble?"
The burly robber met Yang Feng's gaze, and a surge of anger rose within him. He pointed his iron rod at Yang Feng and shouted loudly.
"Why should I look at you if you're not looking at me?"
Yang Feng squatted down and looked at him, shrugging slightly.
"Hey, you're pretty arrogant. Believe me or not, I'll knock your head off with this stick. Give me all your cigarettes right now, or else..."
Before the burly robber could finish speaking, Yang Feng suddenly stood up and slapped him hard across the face.
"ah……"
A scream suddenly echoed throughout the entire bank lobby.
The robber was filmed spinning around three or four times, like a spinning top.
He then collapsed to the ground, spitting out several front teeth and a lot of blood. He trembled slightly, saw stars, and was completely disoriented.
Everyone was stunned by this scene. The people who were originally hiding in the crowd and trembling forgot their fear.
It was as if they had entered a dazed state.
"Ding, number of fans gained: 38."
"Enough with the nonsense. You want my cigarettes? Do you think that's even possible?"
Yang Feng spoke slowly, looking down at the burly robber lying on the ground, trembling slightly. His skull mask was scattered in half on the floor around him, revealing a slightly ferocious face with a full beard.
When Xia Yumo looked at Yang Feng's profile again, she couldn't help but be captivated. It was the first time she had ever felt that a boy could be so handsome.
In the past, when I met with my parents at high-society gatherings, I had met many outstanding rich second-generation heirs and successful men. Now, compared with Yang Feng, they were almost all trash. He was skilled in medicine and had good martial arts skills.
Especially when I'm by his side, I feel a strange sense of security, and for some reason, a vague and ethereal sense of comfort.
So what if your grades are bad? With these skills, can't you still make a name for yourself? Sometimes good grades don't mean anything.
What she didn't know was that Yang Feng's academic performance had already returned to roughly the same level as in his first year of high school.
"If you come any closer, I'll shoot!"
The robber who was standing guard at the door pointed his pistol at Yang Feng's chest, a hint of undisguised tension flashing in his eyes.
He hadn't expected the man to be so strong; he knocked his companion unconscious in an instant.
"Then go ahead and shoot." Yang Feng slowly walked towards him. Although his current strength was not enough to directly resist the power of a bullet, dodging it was relatively easy.
He had observed that the bullets of this pistol had a speed comparable to that of an early-stage Xuan-rank cultivator, and a power equivalent to that of a mid-stage Huang-rank cultivator.
As for the rest, based on the firearms knowledge he gained from his mercenary profession, the Barrett sniper rifle was comparable in power to an early-stage Xuan-rank weapon. Only two consecutive shots from this rifle could seriously injure him.
Or there's something else called a 98K headshot.
"Damn it, I'll shoot you dead!" the robber standing guard at the door roared, just about to pull the trigger.
At this critical moment, Yang Feng rushed over, grabbed the robber's wrist, and knocked the pistol away, causing it to fall to the floor.
Immediately.
"ah……"
A bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered, came from the robber's mouth. He fell to one knee on the floor, his wrist crippled by Yang Feng's attack, all the veins inside broken, causing him excruciating pain.