The all-round master who charms the city with a smile

Chapter 143

The feast lasted from seven o'clock in the evening to eleven o'clock in the evening, and when Ling Feng and his party came out of the hotel, Bei Weiwei stretched out her hand to stop a taxi.

Yao Qing said: "You guys go back first, Xiao Nai and I want to walk for a while and digest it."

"Then I won't leave you alone!" Ling Feng opened the co-pilot's door and got in.

Bei Weiwei waved goodbye: "Be careful on the road."

"You too, bye."

Ling Feng fastened his seatbelt and said to the driver, "Master, go to the Brilliant Hotel." "

Howler!"

After the two sat down, the driver stepped on the accelerator, and the car drove steadily under the moonlight.

"What's going on with this Volkswagen." After a while, the driver found that a black SUV was followed by him, and the car behind him drove fast, and the car behind him was also slow.

Behind, dozens of meters away, the Volkswagen car was on the high beams, Ling Feng turned his head and covered his eyes to look, the driver who drove the Volkswagen had sharp and murderous eyes, just glanced at each other, and suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

The driver was carrying guests, so he didn't care too much, and endured and endured, but he couldn't help but scold in his mouth: "Bastard!" At

the same time, the accelerator pedal was pressed to the bottom, and the car suddenly picked up speed and plunged headlong into the dense traffic.

After getting rid of the car behind him, the driver was in a much better mood and began to brag to Ling Feng and Bei Weiwei about how good his driving skills were.

But after a while, the black Volkswagen appeared again, which aroused the anger of the driver.

"!"

As soon as the driver cursed, the Volkswagen behind him unexpectedly accelerated violently and slammed into the rear of the car.

The taxi slid forward for some distance, and the three people in the car felt their bodies flung forward, and if they weren't wearing seat belts, they would have been thrown out.

Rumble!

As soon as the car stopped, the Volkswagen hit the side of the taxi again, pushing forward for more than ten meters and crashing into a wall.

The Volkswagen door opened, and the co-pilot got down a strong man, who was more than 1.8 meters tall, his whole body was full of muscles, and he was full of a terrible sense of strength, he walked up to the taxi that was knocked into shape, and used brute force to directly tear the twisted and deformed door off the body.

Immediately after that, he saw a foot rapidly dilated in his pupils, and he held the car door high as a shield in front of him, but his body still leaned back and took a few steps back.

Ling Feng jumped out of the car with agility and moved his body slightly, feeling that the problem was not very big, but when he saw Bei Weiwei who was unconscious in the car, his heart suddenly sank: "Who are you, why can't you get along with us?" The

strong man smirked, murderous, and had a posture of wanting to kill someone: "You don't need to know so much."

After speaking, the car door was thrown by him with both hands, and it smashed directly towards Ling Feng.

Ling Feng's body flashed to the side and dodged directly, and the car door slammed into the concrete road, colliding with several sparks.

Sou!

Don't look at the strong man's body, but he is not slow to act at all, Ling Feng relies on his strong mental power and observation, the opponent's attack trajectory is all captured by him, and his body can easily dodge, occasionally raise a punch, or kick him in the soft underbelly.

After a lot of hard work, the strong man not only didn't get any benefits, but tired himself enough.

"Zhao Sihai, what the fuck are you doing, waiting for the police to bring you supper?" The people in the car couldn't help but scold when they saw that their companions couldn't figure out Ling Feng for a long time.

The strong man looked at the time, frowned, and took out a dagger from behind him. With a shake of his body, a cold light rushed towards Ling Feng, and before the blade arrived, the cold sword qi had already penetrated the air.

Ling Feng quickly retreated, feeling a pain in his cheeks in the process, and a thin line of blood quickly expanded, and the blood overflowed and slowly flowed down. Spread out on his cold white face, like a blooming blood-colored rose, desolate and beautiful.

"Tick Tick Tick!"

The sound of the siren of 120 mixed with the sound of a hurried siren came from a few hundred meters away, and the strong man's cold gaze stared at Ling Feng fiercely: "This time you are lucky, next time, you will not be so lucky!"

Dropping a cruel word, Zhao Sihai opened the car door, got into the car, his companion stepped on the clutch, slammed the steering wheel, released the accelerator, and the harsh brake sounded.

There was a nice drift from the rear of the car, the wheels rubbing against the ground and a pungent smell of burnt rubber wafting through the air.

The black Volkswagen was like a ghost, plunging headlong into the night, while Ling Feng remembered the license plate number and model, as well as the figure and appearance of the strong man and his companion in the car.

Sting!

As soon as 120 and the police car stepped on the brakes and stopped steadily next to the accident vehicle, the medical staff and police quickly got out of the car and were busy.

In the corridor of the hospital, Yao Qing came to the front desk of the hospital anxiously: "Excuse me, which ward is Ling Feng in?"

"Wait a minute, I'll look it up!" The nurse clicked on the computer: "Ward 401." "

Thank you!"

Yao Qing ran to the ward non-stop, and at this moment, the doctor was bandaging the wound on his face, and when he saw that the person was fine, his heart immediately fell to the ground.

"What the hell is going on?"

Ling Feng's eyes were flat, not at all like he had just walked on the edge of life and death: "It's okay."

At this time, Bei Weiwei walked in from outside, and Yao Qing consciously walked out of the ward to rest on the bench in the corridor: "You talk, I'll go out for a while."

Bei Weiwei rolled her eyes, her gaze fell on Ling Feng's bloodless face, the wound cut by the blade was very deep, the flesh was turned over to both sides, and there was a lot of bloody gauze on the medical plate next to her.

"How are you?"

Ling Feng's gentle gaze greeted, in his mind, no matter when, Bei Weiwei would always be more important than himself.

"I'm fine!" Bei Weiwei just bumped in the car a few times, although she fainted, she was not injured at all, as if God blessed her.

How could Bei Weiwei believe that it was okay, she pursed her lips, was in a low mood, and stood quietly watching the doctor clean his wound and apply medicine.

She could see the corners of Ling Feng's mouth cramping with pain due to alcohol disinfection, and he pretended to have nothing to do even though it was in pain.

The doctor is a woman in her thirties, although she is wearing a mask, and her willow eyebrows and danfeng eyes are very feminine.

After the bandaging was almost done, she repeatedly advised: "The wound is still relatively deep, you have to avoid it in a short time, don't eat stimulating and spicy food, exercise less to avoid sweating and infection, and change the medicine every 3-5 days." "

Thank you!"

Bei Weiwei asked, "Doctor, may I ask, will there be a scar behind the wound?" "