Chapter 1818 [1818] Do you know me?
Myron Jason's guess was indeed correct. The Tyrant was also a genetically modified person, and a relatively powerful one at that, whose strength was close to that of a warrior in the Dark Energy period.

As he burst out with all his strength and prepared to escape, the ground seemed to shake slightly.

Its speed was so fast that it made a sound of explosion.

He jumped five or six meters away in one step.

If an ordinary person encounters him, let alone catching up with him, even if the opponent wants to attack suddenly and hurt others, he will probably be killed.

But Ye Feng is faster than him.

Seeing that Myron Jasons was exerting his full strength, Ye Feng had no intention of holding back. He also pushed off the ground with his foot, then bounced up, using the walls on both sides of the alley to break through the obstacles of the narrow alley as if flying over eaves, and quickly approached Myron Jasons.

As a result, Myron Jasons obviously became more panicked. While running away, he even raised his sleeves towards Ye Feng.

"call out!"

Accompanied by a slight sound of breaking wind.

A short arrow shot towards Ye Feng who was flying towards him rapidly!

"A mere trifle!" Ye Feng dodged it easily.

Then he kicked open another piece of the wall and pounced towards Myron Jasons like a cannonball!

Myron Jasons probably realized at this time that he could no longer hide.

Facing Ye Feng's fierce pounce, his arms were like iron chains across the river, trying to stop him.

At the same time, a knee strike followed, ready to take advantage of the momentum to hit Ye Feng's chest.

However, before he could raise his knee, there was a crack!
A tearing pain that made him scream came from his arms!

His arms, which had been genetically modified to be able to split mountains and rocks, were actually broken in half by Ye Feng's punch!
Not only did the bones burst, the broken bones even pierced through the flesh and penetrated into his chest!
Myron Jasons' body suddenly retreated and hit the wall of the alley behind him hard before he stopped retreating!
But even so, Ye Feng had no intention of letting him go.

Almost at the moment when he stopped retreating, he quickly rushed forward and kicked Myron Jasons' leg in half.

After removing the hidden weapon from under his right sleeve and removing the weapons and other hidden weapons on his body, he stopped for a moment and asked, "Want to chat?"

"Let's talk." Myron Jasons, or the Tyrant, must have been stunned or even frightened by his move. He leaned against the wall, barely able to steady himself. He looked as if he had been fished out of the water. Not only was he drenched in sweat, he was also gasping for breath.

"Since you ran away when you saw me just now, you must know me, right?" Ye Feng went straight to the point. Myron Jasons hesitated for a moment, then slowly nodded, "I know him."

"Ye Feng, an antique dealer from Longguo who came to participate in the annual charity auction of the British Empire."

"Is that all?" Ye Feng looked at him.

Myron Jasons hesitated again and did not speak for the time being.

Seeing this, Ye Feng immediately said, "You are a legend in the assassin world. Some conventional interrogation methods or death threats are probably commonplace for you."

"However, I still suggest that you be honest and cooperate with my investigation."

"Otherwise, it may be too late to regret later."

Myron Jasons must have been a little unconvinced. Although he didn't respond, there was a hint of disdain in his eyes.

Seeing him like this, Ye Feng didn't explain anything to him, but just tapped him a few times quickly.

The bleeding from Myron Jason's broken arm and chest stopped immediately.

However, at this moment, Myron Jasons suddenly felt that his pain nerves seemed to be strengthened ten or a hundred times.

The pain of a broken arm, which he had just gotten used to, and even the pain of a broken arm inserted into his chest and a broken leg, began to be felt clearly.

Not only did he get goose bumps all over his scalp and body due to the pain, but he also seemed to have a clear picture in his mind, showing how the bones of his arms and legs were broken, how they tore through his skin, and how they penetrated his chest.

In just a moment, his scalp went numb and his whole body was twitching in pain, and he couldn't help feeling nauseous and wanting to vomit.

Just at this moment, when he had the thought of nausea, the abnormality of his stomach became ten times more sensitive and flooded into his mind.

He seemed to be able to vaguely see his stomach churning.

The moment he vomited violently, his psychological defenses collapsed in an instant.

"I, I'll cooperate!"

(End of this chapter)