"Mr. Lin, this is this person, Cheng Longjian. ”

Wang Haiyang took out his mobile phone and pulled up a photo, which showed a middle-aged man with a very ordinary appearance.

However, there is a slender scar on his left cheek that extends from the corner of his eye to his neck, which is very terrifying and has a fierce face.

"He was my dad's rival twenty years ago when he was in the middle of society. Later, my dad killed his whole family with a yin trick and slashed him in the face. ”

"Who would have thought that this kid would not die, and he also learned a martial art and came back to seek revenge. The innate martial artist Su Lao in the club was all killed by him with a punch. ”

"Today, my father asked him to fight to the death in Baiyun Pavilion, and in order to deal with him, the club invited Luo Qiankun, the first martial artist in Binhai City, to spend a lot of money. But I'm not at ease, so I'd like to ask Mr. Lin for your help. ”

Wang Haiyang gave a general explanation of the ins and outs of the matter, and Lin Feng nodded, roughly figuring out the cause and effect.

"Who is this Luo Qiankun?"

"Luo Qiankun, he is the first martial artist in Binhai City, there is a hero martial arts hall under his name, it is the first martial arts hall in Binhai City, it is said that he is strong in force, he can kill a cow with one punch, and he is very powerful. ”

Talking about Luo Qiankun, Wang Haiyang was very excited, and also told a few anecdotes about Luo Qiankun's violent beating of foreign warriors.

Lin Feng smiled and nodded, without saying a word.

Obviously, neither Wang Haiyang nor Wang Jisheng had ever thought of relying on Lin Feng to solve a strong enemy from beginning to end.

They pinned all their hopes on Luo Qiankun, even though Wang Haiyang had seen some of Lin Feng's methods, he still didn't think that Lin Feng could defeat Cheng Longjian, who was a martial artist, and just regarded him as an alternative.

Soon, the two of them came to Baiyun Mountain on the outskirts of Binhai City by car.

Driving to the halfway up the mountain, a two-story ancient building with the architectural style of the Ming and Qing dynasties came into view.

The whole building is made of wood, with red pillars and black tile wing eaves, and the whole is decorated with black and red, with gold lacquer, which is quite magnificent.

On the door of the vermilion gate, there is a plaque of mahogany gold lacquer, and the plaque is written with three gold lacquer words "Baiyun Pavilion".

This Baiyun Pavilion is said to be a pavilion, but it is actually a famous teahouse in Binhai City, a private club under the name of Wang Jisheng.

Outside the Baiyun Pavilion, a group of people had been cleared, but there were more than two dozen majestic bodyguards wearing black suits and black sunglasses standing on both sides.

They all had bulging tendons and flesh, and they were full of suits, with a piece protruding from the back of their waists, and it was very likely that they would not have pistols.

"They are my father's guards, and they are all retired special forces. In order to deal with Cheng Longjian, my father wasted all his strength to equip each of them with a pistol. ”

Wang Haiyang said in a concealed whisper, introducing Lin Feng into the White Cloud Pavilion.

"Dad, he is the Mr. Lin I told you, Mr. Lin has a stunt in his hand, picking leaves and flying flowers can penetrate the plank, even Brother Qi is highly respected!"

Walking up to the second floor of the Baiyun Pavilion, I saw a dark-skinned middle-aged man in the center, sitting on the leather sofa with a big horse golden knife, fiddling with the tea set in front of him, surrounded by more than a dozen bodyguards.

Hearing Wang Haiyang's greeting, he raised his head slightly, and a king overlord aura mixed with the smell of blood instantly emanated from his body.

This special temperament can only be possessed by those who have been in the top position for a long time and have a big man with blood on his hands.

Needless to say, this middle-aged man is a bigwig-level figure in the underground world of Binhai City, Wang Jisheng, who can be on an equal footing with Long Aoyun, the master of Tianlong Hall!

Wang Jisheng is a real figure in the rivers and lakes of Binhai City.

Backed by the support of the Great Family, it took more than ten years to dominate the underground world of Binhai City.

If it weren't for Tianlong Hall's rise against the trend three years ago, the entire underground world of Binhai City would have been under Wang Jisheng's feet, where would there still be the current situation where the two tigers are fighting.

Wang Jisheng raised his head and glanced at Lin Feng, and when he saw Lin Feng's young face, he was stunned at first, and his eyes dimmed.

Even if Wang Haiyang mentioned Qi Heng, he didn't let him look at Lin Feng even a glance.

Not because of anything else, just because Lin Feng is too young.

On the way to martial arts, unless there is a deep family history, it takes a long time of arduous cultivation to climb the realm of martial arts.

The realm is not enough, who cares what you are "afraid of being weak and strong".

A real veteran martial artist can "expose his true qi and kill people with a snap of his fingers"!

"Okay, little brother Lin Feng, right. Come, please be seated. No matter what your strength is, if you can come to the rescue when my Wang Jisheng is in deep crisis, you are a friend!"

After all, Wang Jisheng has worked hard for many years, and he is a housekeeper.

With a friendly face, he personally poured Lin Feng a cup of tea, which could be regarded as giving Lin Feng face.

"Little brother Lin Feng, you should have heard the ocean say, my sworn enemy is not low in strength, if you come to help, I, Wang Jisheng, will naturally not treat you badly. As long as you can defeat Cheng Longjian, I'll give you 10 million as a fist boost, how about it?"

Wang Jisheng smiled with both eyes and stretched out his right index finger.

Ten million?

Lin Feng frowned slightly when he heard this.

Along the way, Wang Haiyang kept saying that it was 50 million, and he cut off four-fifths of the price as soon as they met. It can be seen that Wang Jisheng looks down on Lin Feng a lot.

When Wang Haiyang heard that his father had temporarily reduced the price, his face was pig's liver, and he didn't know how to explain it at all.

Lin Feng didn't care, but pretended to be satisfied and said:

"Ten million! That's great, thank you Uncle Wang!"

Wang Jisheng didn't notice Wang Haiyang's embarrassed expression at all, but smiled and nodded, and said in his heart:

"This kid is just messing around, he doesn't have half a martial arts cultivation at the age of twenty, so he wants to get involved in the duel between martial arts masters! ”

At this moment, a majestic and loud voice came.

A group of sturdy men in heavy practice uniforms walked over.

The leader is a middle-aged man with a beard on his face, this person has a tiger's back and a bear's waist, a broad back and a broad chest, and strong muscles, especially a pair of chest muscles are exposed, like two small peaks, revealing a trembling magnificent domineering spirit all over his body.

"Luo Qiankun, Brother Luo, I didn't expect you to come so early!"

"Brother Wang, how could I delay your invitation!"

"Come on, come on, Brother Luo, please sit down and drink tea!" Facing Luo Qiankun, Wang Jisheng was not only polite, he was like a licking dog, he personally served tea and water, and scolded Lin Fengdao:

"The juniors don't know how to give up their seats to the seniors, Haiyang, don't invite your friends aside first, Brother Luo and I still have to talk!"

In order to befriend Luo Qiankun, Wang Jisheng deliberately suppressed Lin Feng.

In order to show respect for Luo Qiankun between advancing and retreating, Lin Feng happens to be the best target.

"Hahaha, Brother Wang, you are serious!"

Luo Qiankun was polite on the surface, but in fact, he stood motionless next to the sofa, just waiting for Lin Feng to give way.

Lin Feng raised his eyebrows and shook his head coldly.

Sure enough, you still can't be too low-key, after all, it's too low-key, and some cats and dogs will climb on your head and be powerful!

Lin Feng did not move in all directions, like a mountain.

For a while, Wang Jisheng and Luo Qiankun were all angry with Lin Feng.