Top Furious Doctor Soldier Chapter 137 A Markdown Sale

"Stand up!"

Liu Feng suddenly grabbed Yang Shiwen's wrist and jumped backward, about five or six meters away, from the seat.

Miss Yang was the epitome of a female shopaholic. Even though Liu Feng suddenly pulled her and jumped from the seat, she did not forget to hold on to her shopping bags, which contained her new clothes and cosmetics.

"Puff, puff..."

Just as the two of them jumped out of the way, the table they were using, suddenly collapsed onto the two chairs they had just vacated, and a sizzling sound could be heard.

When Liu Feng steadied his body, even though he was about six meters away, he saw that the chair he had recently vacated, had three thumb-sized holes on it.

"Yee! His reaction is that fast that he was able to escape my poisonous bee jelly."

A swarthy middle-aged man who was about 1.6 meters tall, appeared at Shi Zhengyang's side and said, playfully, "Nowadays, young people are really something, but unfortunately, they have provoked us. Even if they are experts, they can't get away with it."

"Hey, hey!"

Shi Zhengyang stood up and said smugly, "Old Miao, you are here. If you had managed to kill Liu Feng today, you will be super famous in the future."

The man who just arrived, was another poison king, Miao Xiong. Not only did he possess a high level skill in the use of poison, but was equally skilled in martial arts.

"Is that so? Is he that powerful?" Miao Xiong asked, with a hint of contempt in his tone.

Shi Zhengyang said, "Of course he is, but I won't tell you his ident.i.ty for now. After you kill him, I will give you another surprise."

"What are we waiting for? Let's do it together." Miao Xiong's eyes flashed with a murderous intent, and he went after Liu Feng, in a flash.

Shi Zhengyang followed, and a gun appeared in his left hand.

Liu Feng frowned slightly. These two guys in front of him, were obviously crazy. They were in a cold drink shop on the 9th floor of a big shopping mall, and there were a lot of customers in the store. There were crowds of people outside the store, too. They dared to start a fight in public and even openly held a gun. They were arrogant beyond words.

"Shiwen, don't be afraid, Feng brother will take you on a flight."

Liu Feng chose not to face the fight, in this kind of situation. Instead, he clasped Yang Shiwen's small waist and quickly brought her out of the cold drink shop.

Outside the cold drink shop, was a spiral style of corridor. Liu Feng rushed out in two steps and jumped onto the corridor rail.

"Ah! Dam* you, Liu Feng. I am still young. Don't get me killed!"

At this moment, Yang Shiwen was so scared that she could not help, but scream. Liu Feng's forcing her to jump like this, was equivalent to jumping off the building, from the ninth floor!

In the air, Liu Feng said calmly, "I, Brother Feng, am young, too. I don't want to commit suicide either."

When Liu Feng said this, he reached out his right hand and grabbed a large banner that was hanging from the ceiling of the top floor. With the help of the banner, the speed of the two people falling, slowed rapidly. Like a flying trapeze, the two people descended toward the central hall on the first floor.

"What, what is this, is it a trapeze show?"

"Dam*, flying down from the ninth floor, is this a pre-arranged show in the mall? Isn't it awesome?"

"Holy sh*t! Isn't this show too risky? It seems that there are no security measures in place at all?"

Many people who saw Liu Feng jumping down from the ninth floor, with Yang Shiwen in his arms, were stunned. Some screamed and some exclaimed.

Miao Xiong and Shi Zhengyang, who went after Liu Feng, from the cold drink shop, stopped at the same time.

Shi Zhengyang raised his left hand to shoot, but Miao Xiong stopped him.

"Don't shoot in public unless there is no alternative, let's go!" Miao Xiong stopped Shi Zhengyang, then he reached out and grabbed another large banner to slide down.

At this time, people on all the floors, especially those in the central hall on the first floor, stopped in their tracks, and looked up at the seemingly aerial trapeze show, with great excitement.

"Hey, look, there's another one coming down."

"Now I understand. This must be a temporary market-design show. Which acrobatic troupe is that? Isn't it just so dazzling?"

"I guess that there will be more people flying down in a while."

"Whoosh!"

Someone guessed that there would be more people flying down, and he got it right.

After Shi Zhengyang did a run-up, he too, jumped off.

Holding Yang Xianwen, Liu Feng landed on the floor first. Then they squeezed their way through the crowd.

Miao Xiong, who landed after them, looked at the direction Liu Feng was running to, and immediately went after him.

After Shi Zhengyang landed, he was surrounded by people, so he could only guess which direction Liu Feng had gone.

Liu Feng had caused a sensation, when he did his trapeze act, but he did not pay any attention to that.

Taking Yang Shiwen's hand, he ran swiftly, found the exit of the shopping mall, and immediately went out.

But just as they got out of the mall, Liu Feng saw a young man dressed in a flower-printed shirt glance at him, then turn around to say something.

The young man thought that his voice was low, but he underestimated Liu Feng's keen sense of hearing.

"Two poisonous kings, Liu Feng came out from the north gate, he ..."

The young man only finished half of his sentence, and suddenly he stopped speaking. A silver needle was nailed into the back of his head.

Even Yang Shiwen, who was with Liu Feng, did not notice that he had used a silver needle to kill the man. The two people did not even stop for half a step.

When they were walking, Liu Feng sneered, "Poison Martial Group, good move. They are using wireless walkie-talkies now. They know how to keep pace with the times!"

After a few seconds, the poison king, Miao Xiong, came out from the north gate, but he did not see Liu Feng. He saw only a dead man, who was surrounded by many pa.s.sers by.

"What a good-for-nothing!"

Seeing his man was killed, Miao Xiong did not seem to be bothered at all. Instead, he ignored him.

Then the poisonous king closed his eyes, sniffed hard, picked a direction and ran down it.

Half a minute later, Shi Zhengyang also came out.

"Dam*, Liu Feng is Yama, the boss of Netherworld. I must not let him get away. Otherwise, I will not be able to show my face anywhere in the world."

Shi Zhengyang whispered to himself, and with a sinister look on his face, he also sniffed hard and then quickly left.

If anyone knew about the relationship between Shi Zhengyang and Miao Xiong, they would be quite surprised. This was because the two had never met before, and there had been no wireless contact. Now they were both headed in the same direction, which was the direction Liu Feng took at the beginning.

While the two poisonous kings were chasing Liu Feng and Yang Shiwen...

The Dongfang Family, which was far away from Qing Shan, was raising a ruckus.

"What? All of our companies in Nanjing, all the restaurant chain stores, have all been sold off?"

"Dam* it. What is Dongfang He doing? How can this happen?"

"No, Nanjing is the second base of our Dongfang Family's business. We can't afford this sort of loss. We can't acknowledge this happening in Nanjing."

At this time, in a villa of the Dongfang Family, all the core members of the Dongfang Family were gathered together.

The person in charge of the Dongfang Family, was a woman in her 60s. Although she was not young, her skin was still firm, without any sign of slackness. Her eyes still held a trace of aggression.

"Stop screaming. You only yell when things go south. How can I hand over the family to you in the future?"

The old woman slammed her hand hard, on the table. And with a mere word, she made everyone quieten down.

"Mother, Lao Si, he sold all of our industries in Nanjing. That is a fact. Please make a decision." The first uncle of Dongfang Wuhen, stood in front of the old woman, and said respectfully.

"Auntie, we just lost our way, but the situation is indeed serious!"

"Auntie, if we lose the second base in Nanjing, the status of our Dongfang Family will immediately be severely downgraded. It's hard for us not to worry!"

After Uncle Dongfang took the lead, the others started talking, one by one. But this time, they were calm and well-organized, as they spoke.

The old lady waved her hand and said, "No need to act in haste. Since things have already happened, it is no use rushing things. I built up the family business with my old man, from scratch in the past. Do you think I will not be able to withstand these storms?"

The old lady's words acted like a tranquilizer, calming everyone down.

"I will call Lao Si right now, to see what is going on there." The old lady said, while taking out her mobile phone. When she dialed the number, she was still calm and said, "If someone is deliberately plotting against our Dongfang Family, hehe! I will make them spit out as much as they take from us."

"Right!"

All the core members of the Dongfang Family, nodded in agreement.

Then the call got through. Lao Si from the Dongfang Family, Dongfang He, answered the call quite quickly.

"Hey, old woman, what's the matter?"

Because the mobile phone that Old Lady Dongfang used, was one intended for seniors, its volume was on "high". Therefore, everyone could hear the voice from the phone.

"Dam*!"

Old Lady Dongfang, who had been calm and relaxed till now, got angry instantly and said, "Lao Si, I am your mother. What did you just call me? Repeat what you said!"

The voice of Dongfang He immediately came through from the other end of the phone, "I said that you are an old woman. You old goblin. If you have something to say, say it fast. If you want to fart, fart fast."

"Ah, puff!"

Old Lady Dongfang was so angry that she almost spurted out blood. She had been a tough woman for her whole life, and was always respected by her off-springs. It was the first time that she had been spoken to so rudely, by her son.

"Well, well, well. Lao Si, you are your own person now."

Old Lady Dongfang's chest was heaving violently. She gritted her teeth and said, "I won't ask why you dared to scold me now. I will ask you three things. First, have you sold all the industries of our Dongfang Family in Nanjing? Already?"

"No!"

Dongfang He, on the other end of the phone, immediately replied, "I only sold more than 70%, and there is around 20% that I haven't sold. But I will be selling them soon. I am going to have a markdown sale. There's no need to worry about the sale."

"Ah, puff!"

Everyone in the Dongfang Family were about to spurt out blood now, "Blast, a markdown sale? A markdown sale, your a.s.s!"

Old Lady Dongfang's mouth was twitching, and she asked, "The second thing, is there someone who is forcing you to do this? Who have you sold our family business to?"

"n.o.body forced me."

The voice of Dongfang He came through on the phone, "I didn't sell these industries to a particular person. I sold them to whoever wanted them. Anyway, that's how I sold them. Right, I sold our Dongfang Mansion in Nanjing for 2 million."

"Ah puff."