Zhang Fenghui never thought that a person could fight so well. While maintaining his strength, he also felt a whirlwind-like sense of speed in his behavior.

Zhang Fenghui remembered the first time he went to Yulin City to visit Zhang Long on the road. At that time, Zhang Long was practicing squatting on wooden stakes, and Zhang Fenghui happened to see Zhang Long's body full of lines of muscles and explosive power. One wooden stake that was thick and thin was crackled by Zhang Long, like firecrackers set off during festivals.

Compared with the young man in front of him, Zhang Fenghui felt a familiar feeling.

It’s okay to be defeated. It’s not these that shocked Zhang Fenghui, but the young man in front of him could still fight so arrogantly in front of the police station people, under the county party secretary’s home.

Moreover, it is a group of people who fight against themselves alone...

Zhang Fenghui was immediately dissatisfied. Isn’t this provoking his position on the Tao?

Because he was deeply afraid of the young man's combat power, Zhang Fenghui glanced around and saw a chair beside him. After seeing it, he stepped forward and quickly grabbed it. Then he was mixed with a group of little brothers and rushed towards Zhou Peng like a dragon crossing the river. The speed was actually amazingly fast!

"ah--"

‘Zhou Peng, be careful!”

"Bold! Zhang Fenghui, you and he-mom, come back!"

Seeing the scene of Zhang Fenghui's sneak attack behind him, Shi Liliang's scream, Wen Yiqu's scream and Fu Junhua's angry shout came at the same time.

"Bang"

The one-meter-high chair combined with plastic and wood hit Zhou Peng's back. Seeing the chair falling apart in an instant, the young man in front of him was shaking, Zhang Fenghui raised a grim smile on the corner of his mouth. He was about to step forward and make up a few kicks when he found the other party half squatting on the ground, suddenly raised his head and smiled at himself.

What?

Zhang Fenghui was slightly stunned.

"I can't forgive me..." Zhou Peng rubbed the back shoulder that was hit. Although there was a grinning pain, he remembered the scenes of being trained by Teacher Nancy in Bruce Castle and the situation when Teacher Nancy used a whip to train his muscles and muscles. Zhou Peng took a deep breath, stabilized his emotions, and picked up the wooden stick that had fallen apart on the chair on the ground, followed by a quick turn, and threw the wooden stick out with his backhand.

A "sharp" sound.

Zhang Fenghui groaned, covered his thighs, and staggered back a few steps. On his thighs, a wooden stick seemed to penetrate his thighs, and one-third of the wooden stick about half a meter fell into the muscles of his thighs.

The blood dyed his military green shorts red in an instant.

There was a burst of exclamation around.

But Zhou Peng still had a strong hatred in his eyes. He looked at the group of young men lying on the ground and wailing with pain in his father's arms. His anger rushed up to his head like burning straw.

Zhou Peng turned his head and shouted to Shi Liliang to call for an ambulance, and the next scene was unforgettable for everyone.

At this moment, Zhang Fenghui was sitting on the ground with cold sweat due to his serious injury. Some of his younger brothers hesitated when facing Zhou Peng. Since Zhang Fenghui fell, no one dared to rush forward first.

So Zhou Peng, who was heading towards Zhang Fenghui, was particularly conspicuous.

Zhou Peng looked at Zhang Fenghui's face twisted due to pain, and bean-sweat beads fell like rain on his forehead. He couldn't help but snorted coldly, stepped forward and grabbed the wooden stick in Zhang Fenghui's thigh, and tugged vigorously. Suddenly, a scream came from Zhang Fenghui's mouth.

“It’s so good to bully people?”

Zhou Peng squatted down and threw the wooden stick in his hand towards Zhang Fenghui's face.

With a "bang", Zhang Fenghui's face became bloated by the wooden stick.

"Your mom didn't teach you how to treat people with courtesy?"

“Is bullying people every day promising?”

"Is it called Zhang Fenghui?" Hearing Fu Junhua's angry shout, Zhou Peng, who lived in Tonghua County since he was a child, already knew the other party's specific identity, so the next moment, the wooden stick in his hand was raised high again, and with a "bang", it threw it on Zhang Fenghui's face with a perfect arc, causing the corners of Zhang Fenghui's mouth to burst into pieces in an instant, and blood was like squirting well water.

"It's very promising to shout and kill all day long?"

"Why is there such a disaster in Tonghua County?"

"Bullying men and women, do everything evil!"

"Black sheep, society's insect!"

Every time Zhou Peng said something, the wooden stick in his hand would be thrown on Zhang Fenghui's face like a whip. Zhang Fenghui's entire face was swollen like an exploded durian, with cracked marks everywhere, and blood kept flowing out of it, from the initial howl to an angry warning and the final begging. Although he used his hands to hide from Zhou Peng's beating, it was of no other use except to make his hands become skinny and fleshy.

A group of gangsters watched this scene, and were frightened, but they had no intention of going forward to stop it. But when they thought that Zhang Fenghui was his boss, when these people looked up confused, they saw the two policemen standing beside them, they were as if they had seen life-saving straws and tools to vent. On the one hand, the fear in their hearts was slightly weakened, and on the other hand, the voices of angrily cursing were endless.

"Where are you from the police station, what are you doing for?!"

"Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and catch this crazy man suspected of murder and throw it into prison!"

"Did you come out to walk the catwalk in that dress?"

"I want to report you to your director!"

The constant clamor and insulting voices penetrated into the ears of the two policemen. The two policemen's faces were sometimes red, sometimes blue and sometimes white, but as police officers, what the other party asked for was their own responsibilities. Thinking of this, the two policemen were still ready to bite the bullet and go to Zhou Peng.

"Stop it!"

A low and cold shout came into his ears. The two policemen turned their heads and looked at them, but saw a familiar middle-aged man looking at them with a cold face. One of them was a little dissatisfied with the other's tone, while the other knowledgeable policeman walked forward as if he had seen a savior and bent down and bowed, "Hello Director, what instructions does the director have?"

"Stand on the side, don't move without my instructions!"

After Fu Junhua finished speaking, he ignored the howls of the gangsters and looked at Zhou Peng. Although there was unprecedented peace on his face, the shock in his heart was beyond words.

Who is this Zhou Peng?

During the previous call with Director Ye of Yulin Municipal Public Security Bureau, Bureau Ye just asked him to take good care of the young man named Zhou Peng. In addition to saying that Zhou Peng had a very special identity, he also named him a close relationship with the secretary of the municipal party committee Han Sheng. Fu Junhua's first reaction was that Zhou Peng was a second-generation official, and after that, he met Zhou Peng, he became more sure of what he was thinking.

But now it seems that things are a little strange.

How could a second-generation official have such good skills?

Moreover, when he just heard Zhou Peng's murmuring, Fu Junhua, who was standing aside and listening clearly, was suddenly shocked.

Turning his head to look at the middle-aged man squatting on the lawn, his face was unkempt and full of footprints because of the beat of the gangster. Could it be... this is Zhou Peng's father?

Thinking of this, Fu Junhua looked at Zhou Guoyong. Zhou Guoyong was staring at Zhou Peng with his eyes straight at this moment, and except for his stunned look, he had no other reaction. Looking at the other party's dress, he was obviously an ordinary migrant worker...

what is going on?

At this moment, Fu Junhua not only felt mysterious about Zhou Peng's identity, but also felt deeply afraid of Zhou Peng's skills. As a person in the public security system, Fu Junhua also has a certain degree of familiarity with military training and other aspects. Zhou Peng's fists and kicks just rushing into a group of young people made Fu Junhua see such a shadow of being trained by military training.

"Is he really a student from Tonghua No. 1 Middle School?"

Fu Junhua looked at Zhou Peng's figure, his eyebrows stood up in the word "chuan", and muttered to himself in confusion.

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Chapter completed!