Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

Zhang Yifeng, does it hurt?

Ye Zhimei asked while carefully bandaging Zhang Yifeng's wound.

Zhang Yifeng smiled lightly and said: It hurts, but it's still bearable.

Go to the hospital first, there was a lot of blood.

Zhang Yifeng said calmly: No, I can handle it.

Ye Zhimei was startled and said, But this is a gunshot wound.

Just looking at Zhang Yifeng's bloody wounds, Ye Zhimei felt his scalp numb.

It's just a minor injury. Okay, I'm going home first. I'll go to school tomorrow and I'll find you and give you a gift.

Zhang Yifeng spoke calmly, then waved to Ye Zhimei, Lin Qi and others, and strode out of the warehouse.

Gift……

Ye Zhimei's body trembled, and an expectant smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. What did Zhang Yifeng mean when he said he would give her a gift?

On the side, Mr. Qi heard the conversation between the two and frowned. Then he glanced at Lin Shenghao. Lin Shenghao understood what Mr. Qi meant. He quickly took out his phone and made several calls in succession.

Ying'er, let's go back too.

As soon as Zhang Yifeng left, everyone also left.

The abandoned warehouse gradually became quiet. Just an hour later, a group of people suddenly appeared. These people took tools and cleaned the place cleanly. The blood and footprints all disappeared.

It's just that after this battle, a taboo-like name appeared in Hangyang City's upper class circles: Zhang Yifeng!

All smart people in Hangyang City know one thing. Zhang Yifeng, who runs the university, cannot be messed with.

Not only does this man have great strength, he is also ruthless. To go against him is to seek death.

The people watching the battle did not reveal the entire news of Zhang Qian's death. They just said that Zhang Daqian was defeated and asked their subordinates not to provoke Zhang Yifeng.

Impossible! How is it possible?

At this time, at a certain residence in Jingkai District, Xiao Bing was stunned when he saw the message his uncle sent him.

His uncle only sent him two sentences: Zhang Shanqian was defeated. When he meets Zhang Yifeng in the future, he is the uncle and you are the grandson. Also, don’t let this news get out.

Xiao Bing stared at the screen carefully to make sure he was not dazzled.

Zhang Shanqian's defeat already surprised him, but what his uncle wrote was defeat!

What does defeat mean? That means dying in battle! In other words, Zhang Yifeng killed the Youjia master Zhang Shanqian.

Simply incredible!

You can't mess with him, you can't mess with him.

Even though Xiao Bing wanted to teach Zhang Yifeng a lesson, he knew that Zhang Yifeng was no longer on the same level as him.

Xiao Bing really couldn't figure it out. Two months ago, this kid was still a useless person who only knew how to drink and cause trouble, and he was beaten to a disability. Why in just one or two months, he seemed to have changed into a completely different person.

But no matter how he couldn't figure it out, he knew that when he saw Zhang Yifeng from now on, he had to call him Master Zhang.

Overnight, Zhang Yifeng became one of the most unoffendable people in Hangyang City.

Of course, the people who know how powerful Zhang Yifeng is are all the top people in Hangyang City, and most of them are people from shopping malls and the underworld. More people don't know his existence.

…

Zhang Yifeng left the warehouse, called a taxi, and returned directly to the rental house.

It was late at night and the small courtyard seemed very quiet.

The three herbs shimmered faintly under the moonlight.

Zhang Yifeng closed the courtyard door and walked lightly into the house. The bullet was still in his back, and he had to find something to take it out.

Zhang Yifeng found a small knife, burned the edge of the knife on the gas stove, and disinfected it with alcohol. Then he went to the bathtub, lay in the bathtub with his upper body naked, and prepared to take out the bullet.

Zhang Yifeng turned his head and could barely see the wound, but in fact he didn't need to look. The cultivator's sensitive perception would naturally allow him to know where the bullet was.

Zhang Yifeng pushed the bullet with his spiritual energy and used a knife to open up the surrounding meat.

Although it was a minor injury, the severe pain still made Zhang Yifeng couldn't help but moan slightly.

Finally, there was a soft bang, and with the cooperation of spiritual energy and the knife, he easily took out the bullet stuck in his back. This efficiency is much faster than that of doctors in hospitals.

There were no bandages at home. Zhang Yifeng was about to tear off his clothes and bandage them briefly when the bathroom door was suddenly pushed open.

A woman in pajamas walked in sleepily, as if she had gotten up to pee in the middle of the night.

The woman was obviously not awake, and her eyes were half-closed. But when she opened the door and saw Zhang Yifeng, who was dripping with blood and had a knife in his mouth, the woman was completely asleep at the time and screamed loudly.

ah!

The woman was so frightened that her face turned pale. Is this a murderous maniac?

The woman's first thought was to run away, but when she turned around, her head hit the door and she fell to the ground.

A weak woman saw such a horrific and bloody scene in the middle of the night. It was impossible not to be afraid. She felt that her legs were weak at that time.

Well, don't be nervous, I'm not a bad person.

Zhang Yifeng took off the knife from his mouth and explained to the woman.

But his action of raising the knife made the woman tremble all over, and she kept crawling back.

Well, don't kill me. If you want money, I'll give it to you. Even if you want my body, I'll give it to you. Don't kill me.

The woman turned pale with fright. This man was covered in blood. Did he kill someone? Could it be that his roommate, whom he had never met, had been killed by a man? In order to save her life, she would rather lose her virginity!

Zhang Yifeng knew that he had frightened the woman, so he dropped the knife in his hand and said with a wry smile: This blood is my own. I was injured and I am treating the wound.

ah?

The woman was dubious and looked into the bathtub. Sure enough, there was no second person and no body in the bathtub. The blood seemed to have come from the man himself.

The woman then breathed a sigh of relief, as if she had thought of something, and asked, Are you my roommate?

Zhang Yifeng nodded and said: Well, I'm sorry, I didn't expect that the meeting would be under such circumstances.

Are you injured? Wait for me...

The woman's heart seemed to have calmed down a lot. She got up and left the bathroom. When she came back, she had a small medical kit in her hand. There are all the tools inside, including bandages, iodine solution, alcohol, and syringes.

Let me see where you are injured. Did you accidentally hit your head?

Zhang Yifeng said with some embarrassment: It's just a minor injury. Just bring me the bandage and I'll take care of it myself.

No, if the wound is not treated well, it will become inflamed. I am a nurse, you trust me.

As she spoke, the woman actually took the initiative to approach Zhang Yifeng. At this moment, there was no fear in her eyes, only the responsibility and mission of being an angel in white.

Even if she is just a little nurse, she is still an angel in white.