Strongest Medical Saint

Chapter 19 Making Money Easily

Su Jingyu insisted on going with them.

Feng Kai naturally wouldn't refuse. In front of the woman he liked, thoroughly trampling another man underfoot was something he would do with pleasure!

Shen Feng and Su Jingyu arrived at the entrance of the Taekwondo Gym in Feng Kai's car.

Feng Kai went in first to prepare.

Lagging a few steps behind, Su Jingyu pursed her lips and couldn't help but ask, "Shen Feng, are you really confident you can win against Feng Kai? His black belt in Taekwondo was earned through real skill."

Shen Feng's face was devoid of any expression, "One hundred percent confident!"

Why does that sound so familiar?

Su Jingyu remembered the time when Shen Feng treated Wang Anxiong's tongue, she had asked him the same question about his confidence?

Shen Feng's answer then was exactly the same as now.

Su Jingyu could no longer stand Shen Feng's attitude, "Shouldn't you explain what just happened? Why were you holding me? Don't think I didn't notice, you also sniffed my hair."

"Are you deliberately acting on your desires? Using such methods to attract my attention?"

Shen Feng paused in his steps and glanced at Su Jingyu beside him, "You're rather too self-confident, and how many days have you not washed your hair? It smells quite strong."

With that said.

Shen Feng walked toward the interior of the Taekwondo Gym, carrying a tattered snake skin bag.

Su Jingyu really wanted to scream in frustration. She washed her hair every morning; it was supposed to smell nice.

Once, Shen Feng was a quiet and shy boy, how had he become so sharp-tongued after a few years?

Su Jingyu fumed, "Shen Feng, you jerk, you big jerk!"

Her chest heaved with anger.

Seeing that Shen Feng didn't even turn his head, as if he hadn't heard her, she could only follow him into the gym with a feeling of suffocation.

After entering the Taekwondo Gym.

Feng Kai had already changed into a Taekwondo uniform, and stacks of Hundred Yuan Banknotes were placed at his feet. He pointed to Shen Feng and said, "My 700,000 Yuan are ready too. Today, there are plenty of witnesses here."

"If you win, you can take my 700,000 Yuan; and if I win, the 700,000 Yuan in your hands stays."

In the Taekwondo Gym, there were many people learning Taekwondo. Among them was a middle-aged man with a black belt around his waist.

The middle-aged man looked at Shen Feng following Feng Kai's pointing finger. His Mandarin speaking was a bit awkward, "Junior brother, is this the one who wants to compete with you? If it wasn't for the 700,000 Yuan, this weakling wouldn't be worthy to compete with you."

The middle-aged man was Feng Kai's senior brother Li Yongxian, a genuine Korean.

After Feng Kai opened the Taekwondo Gym, he hired Li Yongxian from Korea at a high salary.

Now, Feng Kai seldom came to the Taekwondo Gym, as he was gradually taking over the family business, and all decisions were made by Li Yongxian.

But Shen Feng moved as well.

In the eyes of everyone present, he was even faster than Feng Kai.

As soon as Feng Kai saw Shen Feng dodge the kick, he realized he had underestimated his opponent. But since he had already committed to the kick, he couldn't make any other move in time.

All they saw was Shen Feng's fist rapidly approaching his stomach.

Feng Kai knew he couldn't dodge it, and he roared, "Shen Feng, I'll take your punch first, but later I'll return it tenfold, a hundredfold!"

Shen Feng said calmly, "You won't have that chance!"

"Bang!"

"Guh!"

His fist slammed into Feng Kai's stomach; he felt his stomach churn, a sweetness in his throat, and blood sprayed from his mouth.

A punch that drew blood!

Feng Kai fell to the ground, unable to get up again.

Shen Feng didn't want to waste any more time; he walked straight to where Feng Kai's 700,000 lay.

Dragging his tattered snake skin bag, he started stacking the hundred-yuan banknotes into it.

Just then.

Li Yongxian snapped out of his shock. He couldn't believe his junior brother had been punched to the point of spitting blood. Watching Shen Feng with his back turned, collecting the money.

As his senior brother, how could he let Shen Feng leave? He had already discarded their earlier promises from his mind.

Li Yongxian leapt into the air.

He aimed a powerful kick at Shen Feng's back, a kick strong enough to break bones.

Su Jingyu was still in shock and couldn't warn him in time.

Shen Feng, who was placing money into the snake skin bag, swiftly spun around, likewise delivering a kick.

It was as if he had eyes on his back.

Li Yongxian hadn't expected Shen Feng to react so quickly. He bellowed, "Kid, my leg skills are famously strong, you're like a mantis trying to stop a chariot!"

But when his leg collided with Shen Feng's, his face turned ashen, a "crack! crack!" sound emanating from within his thigh.

Then, Li Yongxiong fell to the ground, his hands clutching his right leg, cries of agony spilling from his throat.

The bones in his right leg had shattered!

The bones in his right leg had actually shattered!

So this was the renowned leg skill? Shen Feng shrugged his shoulders; to him, Li Yongxian's leg might as well have been made of tofu. He squatted down and continued putting the money into the snake skin bag as if nothing had happened.