Hong Kong film: Forever, a killer with amazing skills

"I have things to do tonight, so you guys should get some rest. I might not be back until very late."

After Ye Tianming finished speaking, he quickly slipped away.

He feared that if he stayed any longer, he would be torn in two.

Seeing Ye Tianming flee in panic, Ya Zi and the other four looked at each other, snorted coldly, and turned to walk away.

Selena and the others who were serving her secretly wiped away a cold sweat.

Mora looked at the direction Ye Tianming left with a pained expression.

"The boss is so pitiful!"

Mora thought to herself, then looked on with envy.

Actually, she also wanted to become the lady of this villa.

pity!

The boss didn't seem to have any intention of making her the official wife.

But even if it's just being lovers, Mora doesn't mind at all.

after all;

She has already received the tangible benefits.

After that last time, Ye Tianming gave her a car worth hundreds of thousands of yuan.

That wasn't just a simple opening for her; it was a direct transfer of ownership to her name.

Faced with such a generous boss.

Mora felt that even if she couldn't become the boss's official wife, she would be willing to be his mistress for the rest of her life.

...

Inside the boathouse.

Feng Yuxiu gritted his teeth and punched the pillar in front of him that was tied with sandbags.

The lights in the room were dim.

Feng Yuxiu was like a demon, his eyes fixed on the target in front of him.

at the same time;

Outside the houseboat, several bats flew in from a distance and landed outside, transforming into a human figure.

It was Ye Tianming, dressed as the Grim Reaper of the Night.

He said he had something to do, but that wasn't really an excuse.

He really did have something to do.

And this matter is about releasing Feng Yuxiu!

at this time;

Ye Tianming stood at the door of the boathouse, listening to the banging sounds coming from inside, and checked the time on his watch.

It's already past 10 o'clock, and they're still not resting? Still practicing martial arts?

It must be said;

Feng Yuxiu is truly a martial arts fanatic!

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PS: Second update delivered!!!

Chapter 162: Giving Feng Yuxiu Some Face! We've finally waited for you!

pity;

This era no longer needs people like him.

Not to mention that Feng Yuxiu is also so extreme in his actions.

If you want to become the best in the world, why don't you just defeat others?

But he insists on killing people, using this ancient method to ascend to his throne as the greatest in the world.

From the moment he killed Meron.

He is no longer accepted by this era!

After pausing at the door for a moment, Ye Tianming knocked.

The sounds of banging inside the room disappeared instantly.

After a while, a feeling of being watched arose spontaneously. Ye Tianming knew that Feng Yuxiu was observing him through the crack in the door, so he said directly:

"Stop looking, I'm not a policeman, nor am I Xiahou Wu."

Squeak!

The door opened, and Feng Yuxiu looked outside to make sure there was no one else before his gaze fell on Ye Tianming.

"who are you?"

He looked at the other person warily and asked.

"It seems you haven't been paying much attention to the news since you came to Hong Kong."

Ye Tianming said.

Even he, the Grim Reaper of the Night, didn't know, which just shows that Feng Yuxiu really doesn't pay much attention to the news.

He probably spends most of his time practicing martial arts.

As for other things besides martial arts training.

I don't care.

"The person you're looking for isn't here. You can leave now."

Feng Yuxiu frowned, then prepared to close the door.

But the next second, a hand grabbed the edge of the door, stopping him from closing it.

"Feng Yuxiu, didn't you want to prove that you are the best in the world?"

Ye Tianming said.

Feng Yuxiu's expression also changed abruptly.

"You know me?"

He looked up at Ye Tianming, his eyes turning fierce.

Ye Tianming ignored his words and continued, "You've already defeated the Southern Fist King, the Grappling King, the Northern Leg King, and the Weapon King. Your next target is Xiahou Wu, right?"

"You want to stop me?"

Feng Yuxiu secretly prepared to kill the guy in front of him at any time.

"Feng Yuxiu, you don't think that just because you defeated Xiahou Wu, you're the best in the world, do you?"

Ye Tianming said.

Upon hearing this, Feng Yuxiu narrowed his eyes.

"Who is more powerful than Xiahou Wu?"

he asked.

"I."

Ye Tianming said.

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Feng Yuxiu was taken aback, then looked him up and down, and after a moment chuckled and said, "So, you think you're the best in the world? Stronger than Xiahou Wu?"

"I don't know if I'm the best in the world, but Xiahou Wu is definitely no match for me."

Ye Tianming said calmly.

"Alright, then I'll see what your skills are all about!"

Feng Yuxiu shouted and instantly punched Ye Tianming in the chest.

Because of the height difference, the punch was originally meant to be aimed at Ye Tianming's face, but Feng Yuxiu changed it and aimed it at Ye Tianming's chest instead.

If it were any higher, he'd have to jump to hit it.

--boom!

Feng Yuxiu's powerful punch was caught by a hand.

The hand firmly gripped his fist, causing Feng Yuxiu's expression to change.

At this moment, Ye Tianming released his hand and gestured to Feng Yuxiu.

Feng Yuxiu also looked at him with a serious expression.

"Your skill is indeed formidable. I am but a humble junior, Feng Yuxiu, and I humbly request your guidance! Today, we will not only determine the victor but also decide our fate! Please!"

As soon as Feng Yuxiu finished speaking, he kicked Ye Tianming's knee hard.

This time, his main attack was Ye Tianming's lower body.

Because of his height, attacking the lower body is actually more comfortable for Feng Yuxiu.

but;

This time, Feng Yuxiu made a mistake, because Ye Tianming's strongest skill right now is his leg technique.

The Twelve-Road Tan Leg technique was unleashed, and the attack was like a storm, forcing Feng Yuxiu to retreat repeatedly, and he was kicked two or three times in an instant.

He staggered backward, his back slamming heavily against a stone pillar in the house. Fortunately, he had made sandbags tied to the pillar, so his back was not injured.

But Feng Yuxiu was still not feeling well.

Those two or three kicks made his blood boil, and he felt as if his internal organs had shifted.