"Throw him out!" Minister Song was furious. This person was sincere to block him. If the president came and saw such a person here, it would be his negligence: "Lu Zhiqiang, why don't you do it? Do I do it?"

"But Minister, he is a wounded!" Lu Zhiqiang is in a dilemma. He doesn't understand why this person stays here and doesn't leave. He also said that he works here, so he still works?

Minister Song's temper is very bad, especially today, Lu Zhiqiang hit the gun.

"Very well, you gotta fuck, you won't use it tomorrow!" Minister Song angrily said.

Lu Zhiqiang panicked. The job was very good, the salary was high, and the benefits were good. At that time, he finally came in.

But he couldn't do it to a wounded man.

"Mr., since you have something to do, go to the guard room and wait. It is not convenient to stay here. There is boiling water and food!" Lu Zhiqiang was willing to go out.

"Thank you so much!" Zhang Feng smiled.

Lu Zhiqiang ignored Minister Song and tried to push Zhang Feng in.

"What are you doing? Lu Zhiqiang, turn your back, go..." Minister Song roared two steps forward and kicked at Zhang Feng's wheelchair wheel.

Originally Lu Zhiqiang could hide, but he held his body to block it, and he just caught Minister Song's kick and fell aside to barely be able to stand firm.

"minister……"

"Huh, trash..."

Speaking of Minister Song kicking Zhang Feng's wheelchair again, he was about to kick Zhang Feng over. Zhang Feng didn't panic at all. It seems that Minister Song is usually very arrogant and domineering.

"Minister, no..."

Many people watched at the gate, and it was too late to stop. Zhang Feng, who was sitting in a wheelchair, was about to be kicked over. He might be injured again. The girl couldn’t bear to look straight, thinking about this security guard. It's too ruthless, don't you let it go even a wounded person?

The next moment everyone couldn't believe their eyes. The person in the wheelchair grabbed the security guard's leg and didn't move. No one could see how he made the move just now. too fast.

At this time Minister Song was almost blinded, the expected scene did not appear, the wheelchair was overturned, or the person was kicked out by the wheelchair and others.

But he was caught by this man without knowing what his feet were, and what he didn't understand was that his feet couldn't move. If they did, he would fall.

Being held tightly is like being locked by a machine.

"Let go, let go..."

Ha ha!

Zhang Feng sneered: "Just like you can be a minister? Get out!"

"Minister Song, why can't you even beat a wheelchair-bound person!"

"Yeah, I heard that Minister Song is very good. Didn't he get in here?"

The people around were talking, and among them was the beautiful young lady who looked at him coldly.

Minister Song hasn't been married in his 30s. His dream is to find a female gold-collar to get married. Now that they look down on it is absolutely not allowed.

"Let go, don't let go..." Minister Song angrily said: "Lu Zhiqiang, are you still coming to help?"

"Haha, didn't you just fire someone? Are you not very good? My Minister Song?" Zhang Feng sneered again.

Lu Zhiqiang was hesitating, he couldn't help with this task.

"Trash, trash..." Minister Song cursed loudly. There were no other security guards at the gate today. There were originally two people. He replaced one.

Now I want to call someone to help me.

"Hey, talking about people's trash, I think you mean yourself?" Zhang Feng sneered.

Minister Song wanted to use Zhang Feng as a fulcrum, but Zhang Feng let go when he bounced, and Minister Song suddenly fell to the ground.

And Lu Zhiqiang is going to help him up: "Minister, how are you..."

"go away……"

Lu Zhiqiang was pushed aside by him, and was scolded: "Trash... Fuck off!"

"Hey..." Zhang Feng shook his head helplessly.

"Who are you? What are you doing here? If you don't say anything, I will call the police!" Minister Song has already seen that Zhang Feng is no ordinary person, so he can't be shaken by his own strength. Maybe he is here to find fault. , Still sitting in a wheelchair, what to pretend, there must be a plan.

"Haha, I said, I'm here to work and you don't believe me!" Zhang Feng said.

Minister Song doesn't believe it, come to work? Can you have such a person in the group? I was ridiculed just now, this place must be found back.

He doesn't believe that he can't beat this person, and Minister Song doesn't believe that this person is a real wounded person, just careless.

Minister Song attacked Zhang Feng again, and his fists came to Zhang Feng. Zhang Feng grabbed his fists again, only to hear a creak, the bone was broken.

"what……"

Minister Song let out a howl like a pig, his fingers connected to his heart.

"Hehe, get out, don't let me see you again!"

Zhang Feng let go of his hand and then pushed him over. Minister Song fell on his hips and lay on the ground. He stood up to protect his hands and did not dare to attack again, looking at the person in the wheelchair in horror.

This person is too terrifying, just sitting there, like a big mountain, unshakable, he is not his opponent.

"What? Do you still want to do it?" Zhang Feng asked him.

"Boy, don't be too crazy!" Minister Song was still very tough.

"You dignified the minister of the security department can't beat me as a wounded person. What else can you say? I really don't know how you became the minister. I need to check it!" Zhang Feng said.

"Shut up, kid don't think I'm afraid of you, I'll abolish you if you don't believe me!" Minister Song said arrogantly.

"Then you come, the one who dare not come is the ugly!" Zhang Feng said.

Minister Song was already flushed with anger, and coupled with the injury, his appearance can be said to be hideous.

There has been a stalemate here for a few minutes, and other security guards have not come over. It can be seen how poor the security system here is. It is no wonder that Zhuo Chaoyun will call Zhang Feng. Zhang Feng can see that there is such a security minister. Where can it be better?

Minister Song was so angry that he took out the baton behind him, and quickly stepped forward towards Zhang Feng's head. This was a killer move. It seemed that this kid had red eyes.

Zhang Feng couldn't spare him, so he stood up and stood on one foot and avoided him with his baton. Before he could react, Zhang Feng grabbed his baton, then fought back, holding the baton in his stomach. Get it before.

"Ah..." Minister Song Song Sishan screamed.

Zhang Feng slapped him on the shoulders, back, and thick parts of his body.

"Ah, ah...boy, if you have a kind, you will kill me!" Song Sishan was still very tough.

Zhang Feng said as he played, "Do I know if my wife knows that you are not my wife, do you want to be my wife? I don't have this hobby..."

Uh uh...

The people around were disgusted. How can this terrible wounded say such a thing? It's really interesting.

He is really wounded, standing on one foot.

"You...ah, ah..." Song Sishan was still screaming. Zhang Feng's beating was very painful, but he wouldn't be seriously injured.

"Be begging for mercy, or kill you! You were going to kill me just now!" Zhang Feng said angrily.

Zhang Feng would not be polite to this kind of person, and beat him to death, not giving him a chance to stand up.

"Sir, don't beat you to kill Minister Song!"

Lu Zhiqiang came to stop it.

"Nothing to do with you!"

Zhang Feng pushed him away and continued to fight.

"Aren't you going to kill me just now? Huh..." Zhang Feng stood on one foot and hit someone, looking a little weird.

Boom...

The truncheon hit Song Sishan with a dull sound.

At this moment Song Sishan had been beaten to vomit blood, he had already felt the coming of death, would this person really beat himself to death? He was the first to do it just now. If something goes wrong, he can be said to be a legitimate defense, but he will suffer.

You can't be beaten to death by such a person. It's very difficult to beg for mercy in front of so many people, but if you don't beg for mercy, you will be beaten to death.

So, he shouted: "Don't fight, don't fight, please don't fight..."

"Call Lord!" The baton in Zhang Feng's hand still fell on him.

Song Sishan cried and cried, "Master, master, master, please stop beating, ah, stop beating, crying..."

"Haha, get out!" Zhang Feng stopped: "I will hit you once when I see you..."

Zhang Feng suddenly found the feeling of fighting on the street back then, that was youth...

The baton was thrown on the ground, Zhang Feng sat back in the wheelchair, standing on one foot was still very tired, but fortunately he could support it.

Zhang Feng seems to have forgotten what Yun Qian said when he sent him here: Don't fight!

Song Sishan stood up with difficulty, holding the baton in his hand.

"Sir, be careful!" Lu Zhi called out loudly.