One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

Then, the scattered lightning bolts quickly converged.

In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a small thunder dragon as thick as an arm in mid-air.

The little thing had just taken shape when it stretched in the air and even yawned.

It flicked its tail, and its pair of lightning-bright eyes darted around.

Finally, their gaze settled on the evil spirits that were binding Feng Zhenghao's legs.

The little thunder dragon's eyes lit up instantly.

Whoosh!

The little thunder dragon transformed into a bolt of lightning and pounced down!

"what!!!"

Those few evil spirits that were just now swaggering around and looking ferocious.

The moment it came into contact with the baby thunder dragon, it let out a terrified scream and desperately tried to retreat.

But Little Thunder Dragon was not about to let go of this midnight snack that was about to be eaten.

It opened its mouth and let out a "whoosh".

Crunch and crisp!

Chicken flavor!

A high-level evil spirit had no chance to resist and was bitten in half.

Before the remaining half could even run away, it was slurped up and swallowed whole, like a noodle.

"Oh my god!"

Wang Ze felt his heart bleed as he read this.

That was a high-level vengeful spirit that he had spent a lot of effort and several years refining!

You just chewed it up like a snack?!

After finishing one, the little smacked its lips, seemingly finding the taste quite good.

It spun in the air and charged towards the remaining few demons.

"Snap! Snap!"

Take a bite on the left, then a bite on the right.

In less than five seconds.

The five or six ferocious demons that Wang Ze released all went into the little thing's stomach.

After finishing its meal, it let out a burp in mid-air and exhaled a small black smoke ring.

Feng Zhenghao felt a lightness on his legs as the restraints completely disappeared.

He looked down at the little thunder dragon that was still smacking its lips in mid-air, and then at his own unharmed hands.

For a moment, this big shot didn't know what expression to make.

The crisis... was resolved just like that?

Wang Ze was furious.

"This is outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!"

He raised his cane, pointed it at the little thunder dragon in mid-air, and cursed loudly:

"Just a stray bolt of lightning! I'll shatter you today!"

Wang Ze quickly formed hand seals, preparing to unleash his most powerful techniques without hesitation.

But he hadn't even made a move yet.

Little Thunder Dragon seemed to understand his curses.

He arched his body and suddenly sprang out!

They're moving so fast they completely disregard basic principles!

"Second Master, be careful!"

Wang Jian roared, enduring the aches and pains all over his body, and tried to rush forward to help block the attack.

But the little thunder dragon suddenly split in two in mid-air!

One path went straight for Wang Ze, while the other took a detour and went straight for Wang Jian!

"boom!"

Wang Ze didn't even have time to activate his defensive techniques.

He was struck squarely in the chest by that bolt of lightning.

The dark wood cane he had been carrying for half his life was instantly cleaved in two.

He flew backward like a deflated balloon, crashing heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

On the other hand, Wang Jian's fate was even more complicated.

He had just raised his arms to block.

As a result, the lightning bolt cleverly bypassed his arm and went straight into his crotch.

"Awoooooo!!!"

A scream ten times more pitiful than before pierced the night sky.

Wang Jian clutched his groin with both hands and rolled around on the ground frantically.

A smell of burning hair filled the air.

Even if he masters his armor-clad kung fu to perfection, he still can't reach that level!

After achieving a double kill, the little thunder dragon spun around triumphantly in mid-air twice.

Then, it turned into specks of purple light and dissipated in the air.

The highway has returned to tranquility.

The only sound was Wang Jian rolling on the ground, gasping for breath.

Feng Zhenghao straightened the tattered cuffs of his shirt.

He looked at the Wang family grandfather and grandson on the ground, one coughing up blood and the other clutching his groin and rolling around.

A polite smile appeared on his face.

"The two of you."

Feng Zhenghao spoke slowly and deliberately:

"Looks like you've wasted your time tonight."

"Go back and give a message to Patriarch Wang."

"He wants to overturn the table? I, Feng Zhenghao, am ready to oblige. But next time, remember to bring more people."

"after all……"

Feng Zhenghao raised his right hand, deliberately showing off the faded lightning mark on the back of his hand.

His tone revealed an undisguised arrogance and a willingness to take advantage of others.

"After all, I paid protection money."

Wang Ze clutched his chest, gasping for breath in pain.

Looking at Feng Zhenghao's smug face, he was so angry that his liver hurt.

But looking at his grandson still convulsing on the ground, and then thinking about that completely unreasonable lightning spell just now.

He knew he was completely doomed tonight.

"Feng Zhenghao... don't be too smug!"

Wang Ze gritted his teeth and struggled to get up from the ground to pull Wang Jian up.

"Jian'er, let's go!"

With his legs clamped together and back bent, Wang Jian couldn't even utter a harsh word. He could only stand up with the help of Wang Ze.

The two supported each other.

He limped into the darkness and fled in a sorry state.

Feng Zhenghao finally breathed a long sigh of relief after watching the two walk away completely.

He glanced at the back of his right hand, shook his head with a wry smile:

"Senior, senior, this protection fee you paid... was really well worth it."

He didn't dare to linger and quickly turned around.

He jogged over to check on Liu Tianyi's injuries.

Chapter 227 Something feels off?

The night was dark.

On a highway in the outskirts of Beijing, several blinding high beams shone.

"squeak!!"

With a screeching sound of brakes, several black minivans came to a screeching halt in the middle of the road.

Before the car door was even fully opened, Feng Xingtong had already jumped out impatiently.

Immediately following was Feng Shayan, dressed in a tight leather outfit and with a menacing expression.

And Zhang Chulan, carrying a watermelon knife, led more than a dozen experts from the World Society, all rushing out in a flurry.

"Uncle Liu!! Dad!!"

Feng Xingtong's voice trembled with anxiety as she clutched several long needles emanating black energy in her hand and looked around anxiously.