Chapter 662 [662] Did you learn this method of forcing a confession from Madam Rong?
This Old Ning is worthy of being the number one killer under Gao Junming. When he doesn't move, he is fine. When he moves, he is as fast as the wind. In the blink of an eye, he has already rushed in front of Ye Feng.

Ye Feng was prepared. He swung his right leg backwards like an iron whip and directly kicked his right hand holding the knife.

Lao Ning's reaction speed was very fast. Although his right hand swung away, his left hand had already struck out, directly hitting Ye Feng's temple.

The force of his punch was so great that the wind from it was already causing pain in the person's face before the fist even arrived.

Ye Feng smiled disdainfully and was about to reach out to block.

But Lao Ning's attack was just a feint. At the same time, he had already grasped the dagger in his right hand and stabbed Chen Xuan who was standing beside him.

His move was very sudden and fast. Chen Xuan didn't know kung fu, so she had no time to react. She just stared blankly at the dagger getting closer and closer to her.

Ye Feng originally had a cat-and-mouse mentality and planned to have some fun with the number one killer of Chao Xinhui.

But when he saw him suddenly use such a despicable method, murderous intent immediately emerged in his heart.

His left hand shot out like lightning, grabbed Chen Xuan's arm, and pulled it towards him.

The dagger passed by her so narrowly that she could almost feel the contact between the blade and the hair on her face.

If she was even a fraction slower, even if she didn't die, her face would be disfigured. For her, that would be worse than death.

Ye Feng was already furious. After rescuing Chen Xuan, he punched Lao Ning without any hesitation.

Lao Ning curled up his lips into a sneer, and without giving in, he also threw a punch, wanting to confront the opponent head-on.

In his opinion, Ye Feng is so young, even if he has been practicing martial arts since childhood, how much skill can he have?

And he has been practicing martial arts for decades and has profound skills. How can a young junior be able to match him?
But the moment his fist made contact with the opponent, he knew he had made a mistake, a fatal mistake.

Ye Feng’s power was like a flood, surging in wave after wave.

"Oh!"

Lao Ning felt like a small boat in a stormy sea. A huge wave hit him and the whole boat seemed about to fall apart.

He took a few steps back, his throat felt hot and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Before he could regroup, Ye Feng's attacks continued, and every punch hit his lungs.

When he was young, his lungs were severely injured. Although he survived, he was left with a chronic illness. During this period, he continued to take the "poison", and his condition became worse.

Ye Feng obviously knew his weaknesses, so every punch he threw landed on the painful spot.

"Cough cough cough..."

Every punch Ye Feng threw would cause him to cough violently and spit out blood. He had absolutely no ability to fight back.

After more than a dozen punches, Ye Feng didn't need to do anything else. Old Ning bent over like a shrimp and started coughing violently. Every cough was accompanied by splashes of blood.

Ye Feng stood with his hands behind his back, staring at him coldly.

Lao Ning wiped the blood foam from his mouth, raised his head and looked at him hatefully, "I can't beat you, you can kill me or chop me up as you please." Ye Feng slowly squatted in front of him, "What good will it do me to kill you? As long as you give me the evidence of Gao Junming's crime, I can spare your life."

When Lao Ning heard this, he immediately showed a sneer on his face, and with his bloody mouth, he looked extremely ferocious.

"Mr. Gao has been very kind to me. I don't have any evidence of his crime. Even if I did, I wouldn't give it to you. Just give me a quick death. This will be the last thing I do for Mr. Gao."

When Ye Feng heard his tough words, he couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.

"I am a little envious of Gao Junming for having such a loyal dog like you who is still thinking about him. But if you want me to fulfill your loyalty as master and servant, then you are probably thinking too much. You are not afraid of death, right? But there are things in this world that are more terrifying than death. Do you want to try it?"

Lao Ning still ignored his words, "Want to test my loyalty to Mr. Gao? Haha, whatever means you have, just use them and see if I will betray him."

Being despised?

Ye Feng smiled faintly, and immediately took out a bag of silver needles from his body, picked out one, and shook it in front of him.

"Next, you will go through a very exciting experience. I hope you can hold on a little longer."

After saying that, he directly inserted a silver needle into his Yintang acupoint, then into Baihui acupoint, Xiaguan acupoint, Tiantu acupoint, Dazhui acupoint...

In just a few breaths, he had pierced thirty-six acupoints in a row, and then stopped.

When Lao Ning saw his actions, he immediately laughed out loud, "Is this your method of forcing a confession? Isn't it too childish? You learned this method of forcing a confession from Madam Rong, right? Hahahaha..."

He was halfway through laughing when the smile suddenly froze on his face, as if someone had suddenly grabbed him by the neck, and he could no longer make any sound.

Then, he felt that breathing became increasingly difficult, as if he had fallen into an endless vortex. Darkness began to fall before his eyes, and his consciousness began to dissipate bit by bit...

Is this what death feels like?
The beauty, pain, laughter, tears that he had experienced in life... flashed before him rapidly like a movie.

He thought he had no attachment to this world anymore, until now he realized that there were still many regrets that had not been made up for.

Unfortunately, there is no chance anymore...

When he thought he was going to die completely, he was suddenly lifted out of the water as if by someone, and his breathing suddenly became smooth.

"Huhuhu..."

He was like a bellows, breathing heavily.

However, before he could catch his breath, his body felt as if a fire had ignited and immediately became extremely hot.

When he thought he was going to be burned to ashes, he began to fall into a snow cave. The bone-chilling cold was all around him, as if he was going to be frozen into an ice sculpture.

“Stop… stop! I… can’t stand it anymore…”

He hurriedly used all his strength to call for help.

(End of this chapter)