The Second Master’s Little Ancestor’s Vest Fell To the Ground

Inside the box of the Imperial Hotel.

Li Nanfeng sat on his seat, raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, frowning slightly.

It has been more than ten minutes since Yiyi went to the bathroom, and she has not come back.

"..."

Thoughts flashed in his eyes, he picked up his coat and put it on, left the box and walked towards the bathroom.

Walking quickly all the way, I came to the women's bathroom, and the door was locked.

Li Nanfeng stretched out his hand and pushed the glasses frame on the bridge of his nose, rolled up his sleeves, kicked the door without saying a word.

The movements are clean and neat, without any sloppiness.

"boom--"

The bathroom door was broken open.

With a glance, the girl's arms were dripping with blood, and Li Nanfeng's pupils shrank, "Yiyi!"

His eyes fell on the middle-aged man who was strangled and pinned against the wall.

His eyes dimmed, "You hurt my sister."

The tone is indifferent and blunt.

He took off his tie, stepped forward, and clenched his fists.

"boom--"

A heavy punch, fast and fast, hit the middle-aged man's face.

"Yiyi, get out of the way."

Li Nanfeng grabbed the opponent's collar with one hand, made a fist with the other hand, and punched him down one after another.

At this moment, he has no elegance at all, like a ferocious wolf cub.

Mu Changying stepped aside, tore off a strip of cloth, and quickly bandaged the wound.

Watching Li Nanfeng beat him harder and harder.

He pushed the person to the ground, knelt on the other person's lower abdomen with one knee, and beat him mercilessly.

"Cough cough cough... Let go... Let go..." The middle-aged man's face was bruised and blood was spilling from the corner of his mouth.

His whole body was bruised, his clothes were wrinkled, and he was in a terrible state of distress, like a lost dog.

"You, let go, or no one will let you go!"

He struggled hard, trying to escape from Li Nanfeng's palm.

Li Nanfeng, who was in a rage, couldn't calm down at all.

His dark eyes were faintly bloodshot, and his voice was cold, "I don't know whether you will let me go, but I know I will not let you go now."

Thinking of Yiyi's injury, the irritable factor that had been hidden under the elegance broke through the ground.

His younger sister was held in the hands of everyone in the Li family since she was a child. When did she suffer such a serious injury?

Mu Changying watched the middle-aged man struggle coldly, without a trace of pity in his eyes.

Pick up the phone and call the police quickly.

She parted her red lips lightly, "Brother, it's alright."

Kneeling down, he patted the middle-aged man's face, "If the beating continues, the police will arrive in a while."

She doesn't care whether this person is dead or alive, but she can't implicate her brother.

The slender, white and tender fingers were stained with dripping blood, making them glaringly red.

Mu Changying stood up, looked down at the other party condescendingly, and said in a lazy voice, "Your strength is no more than that."

The Tianyin Gate is really becoming more and more useless, even this kind of useless garbage, want to assassinate her?

After finishing speaking, he raised his foot and stepped hard on the middle-aged man's chest.

"Cough cough cough..."

The man who was about to stand up and run away was trampled hard, and there was no hope of escaping.

He was seriously injured and coughed up a mouthful of blood, "You... you, little bastard, your life will never be peaceful in the future!!"

Damn, how can a mere doctor be so good at fighting?

Mu Changying put more force on her foot and crushed her foot, raised her eyebrows, "Oh? I'll wait."

The quiet life is indeed boring, and she doesn't mind having these clowns add a little fun to life.

Li Nanfeng straightened the wrinkles on his clothes, his face was full of indifference, and he stared at the person lying on the ground, "Assassination? According to the laws of our country, you will go to jail soon."

The cruelty on his body subsided, and he returned to elegance and amiability. If he hadn't seen him beating someone with his own eyes, he would definitely suspect that it was an illusion.