Countryside Magic Doctor

It was a terrible fall. There was a loud bang. Hee Feng knocked down all the antique shelves behind him. In an instant, bottles and jars fell from the shelves and threw him into a daze.    

    

The floor was full of porcelain shards. Hee Feng's hand shook slightly, and the vase that Song Zhihang had thrown over was sent down.    

    

Then, it hit Song Zhihang's head.    

    

Just as he was about to get up, he suddenly received a heavy blow to the back of his head. In an instant, he was smashed to the ground. His head tilted to the side, and he lost consciousness. A pool of red blood gradually spread out on the ground.    

    

"This has nothing to do with me. You are courting death!" Hee Feng said with a sneer.    

    

At this time, a bald man rushed out of Song Zhihang's group of stunned subordinates in a panic. He looked like a middle-aged man. Hee Feng looked at him and the man burst into tears.    

    

Then he laid on the ground and shouted to his left and right, "What are you waiting for? Help the young master up. If anything happens to my son, I will not let you all off!"    

    

Then, he helped Song Zhihang up with snot and tears on his face. At this moment... The drowsy Song Zhihang opened his eyes. Then, with a head full of blood, he shakily used the porcelain piece on his back to cut open countless small holes and shouted at Hee Feng.    

    

"It's him, it's him who did it. Dad, cripple this brat for me."    

    

"Got it. Dad will definitely avenge you!" Song Zhihang's father shouted. Then, with bloodshot eyes, he threw his son to one of his subordinates. Then, he said to Hee Feng, "Do you know what you did just now? You have to pay the price for what you did just now. Someone, chop him into eight pieces!"    

    

"Mister Song, I think this isn't a place where you can do whatever you want." Ang Yingying suddenly stood up and said.    

    

"Miss An, what are you doing here?" Song Zhihang's father frowned and looked at Ang Yingying.    

    

"What am I doing here?" Ang Yingying sneered in disdain and said, "I am a guest here. What do you think I am doing here? I still want to ask you what you want to do?"    

    

"You are a guest here?" Song Zhihang's father, Song Jianghai, was taken aback. He immediately understood that his son had ended up like this because of jealousy. He couldn't help but curse his son for being an idiot in his heart.    

    

However, in this day and age, he was helping his own son, even though it was his son's fault. But he wasn't vague either. His ability to stir up trouble was even greater than those shrew's. Frowning, he shouted at Hee Feng, "I don't care about anything else. I only know that he hurt my son, so he has to pay the price!"    

    

"Then you guys can try!" Hee Feng sneered, "I want to see what kind of ability you have to make me pay the price."    

    

"Kid, don't think that you can do whatever you want just because Miss Shi is protecting you. Let me tell you, none of you will be able to leave today, Ang Yingying. Wait a moment. Go and accompany my son until my son is well with him. As for you, you will never be able to leave this place for the rest of your life! " Song Jianghai frowned and pointed at Hee Feng with a ferocious expression.    

    

"What a great ability! What a great ability! I really didn't expect that there would be such a great ability in this world!" Hee Feng sneered and clapped his hands as if he was encouraging these people.    

    

After saying that, Hee Feng reached his hand to his waist. Suddenly, the Glock that had shown its great power once in the afternoon appeared in his hand again. At this time, Hee Feng loaded the Glock with a crack.    

    

Then he sneered at the people in front of him and said, "Now I want to see what else you can do!"    

    

"Brother, let's talk about it. Let's talk about it!" Song Jianghai was terrified. He was a man who knew what was good for him. He immediately recognized the thing in Hee Feng's hand. It was the real thing. He saw that the black muzzle of the gun was about to hit his head.    

    

In an instant, this Song Jianghai who was talking nonsense just now, wanting to cut Hee Feng into eight pieces and leave Ang Yingying behind for his son to toy with, was so terrified that he almost wet his pants.    

    

"No, no. I have always been serious. Do you still keep your words? Didn't you say that you will cut me into eight pieces? Come on, just tell me you don't want to practice fake moves. Come and try! " Hee Feng sneered and took a few steps forward, pushing Glock onto the baldy in front of Song Jianghai.    

    

Then he pushed hard. The metal object was placed on his forehead. If someone pushed it hard, it would definitely hurt. Song Jianghai endured the pain with a ferocious face. He gave his subordinate a look.    

    

Hee Feng had seen him, but he didn't say anything. He wanted to see what kind of tricks this kid could pull.    

    

"Brother, let's talk it out. Let's talk it out. Can you put this thing down first? If you leave it like this, what should we do if it goes off fire?" Beads of sweat began to roll down Song Jianghai's forehead as he said.    

    

He was a little regretful. He looked at Hee Feng's hand nervously. He wouldn't do something like snatching a gun and killing someone instead. That was because it only existed in movies. If he really did that, it would be too dangerous.    

    

"Is there something we can discuss?" Hee Feng sneered and then said, "Can we discuss it? Who was the one who wanted to cut me into pieces just now? Who is begging for mercy now? I just want to know why you guys are so thick-skinned. Ah! How should I change it? Perhaps we can only die! "    

    

As he spoke, Hee Feng's index finger slightly bent backwards. It was common knowledge that bones could transmit sound. This had been explained in physics. It was when solid objects could transmit sound. The famous musician Beethoven lost his hearing in his eyes.    

    

He relied on a piece of wood that was connected to the piano to listen to music.    

    

Glock was pressed against Song Jianghai's forehead, sticking to his skull. At this moment, he could clearly hear the sound coming from inside Glock. The steel was grinding against each other, and the springs were being compressed. The machine was opened, and the sound was very slow as it rubbed against each other.    

    

However, as long as Hee Feng exerted a tiny bit of force and pulled back a millimeter, in an instant, a 9mm large caliber bullet would make a bang and cause a flower to bloom on his bald head.    

    

Thinking of the consequences, Song Jianghai shivered all over. He felt that his lower body loosened up, and his spinal muscles lost control. Suddenly, a warm flow flowed out of his body, down his pants, and onto the ground.    

    

The sound of flowing water rang beside Hee Feng.    

    

It echoed in the silent room where one could hear the sound of a needle dropping.    

    

"Yo, you only have so little courage, and you dare to come out and mingle around?" Hee Feng said with a sneer. Then, he looked at the ground with a somewhat cold gaze and saw a pool of yellow liquid on the ground.    

    

It was slowly flowing, and drops of yellow liquid were dripping from the bottom of Song Jianghai's pants.