After the plea meeting was over, Wang Hai immediately came to the hotel where Long Qing and Yingzi were staying to find them. But the door was locked, and there was no movement in the room. Ask the front desk and say that the guest had checked out an hour ago.

Wang Hai stood in place in a daze, stunned, and the beautiful image in his mind was a beautiful image.

"Perhaps, we will never be people of the same world!"

In the cabin, Yingzi lay on Long Qing's shoulder with her eyes closed and her little head tilted. These days in City A, Yingzi is sad about the death of the third master on the one hand, and on the other hand, she has to investigate the truth, and she has never slept well at all, which can be regarded as exhaustion. As soon as he got on the plane, he involuntarily fell asleep on Long Qing's shoulder.

Several passengers next to him cast envious glances, a beauty like Yingzi is not inferior to a star on TV, and she is the focus of everyone's attention wherever she is.

Long Qing didn't pay attention to this gaze, but was thinking about a question: Why did the third master get involved in this turmoil?

Before, when the gang leader Mr. Bai was just assassinated by Long Qing, the third master made it clear that he didn't want to be the gang leader, but later, he was pushed to become a popular candidate for the gang leader, is this really the current situation, or is someone fueling the trouble?

Originally, Long Qing didn't think much about it, but Yingzi's question and the few details he noticed today raised a trace of doubt in his heart.

The first detail is the indescribable complex meaning in the eyes of the mourning dog when he set his eyes on Hou Xing. Although Long Qing was far away, he could see that look very clearly, and that look was by no means only an accident that Hou Xing did not become a helper, but also contained extremely complex information.

The second detail is that when Hou Xing saw the eyes of the mourning dog, his heartbeat instantly increased several beats, but then it immediately returned to normal. Because he was attracted by the complex expression of the mourning dog, Long Qing paid a lot of attention to it at that time, so he captured this extremely subtle change.

Hou Xing, what are you nervous about?

Considering Hou Xingzhi's reputation as a star, Long Qing had some doubts in his heart: The situation has developed like this, is it Hou Xing's back?

But what makes people wonder is that if Hou Xing is really adding fuel to the fire, why didn't he become the gang leader? Now there is basically no one in the Fuqing Gang who can wrestle with him, and Wang Hai is even more of a sprout in front of him, and if Hou Xing wants to be the gang leader, it is probably logical. However, why did he not give up his position to Wang Hai?

Long Qing was a little puzzled.

Long Qing didn't plan to tell Yingzi about his speculations, so as not to increase Yingzi's troubles. Anyway, his family probably won't have any intersection with the Fuqing Gang in the future, what conspiracy is there, and what does it have to do with him?

Since he couldn't figure it out, Long Qing didn't plan to think about it anymore, so he simply closed his eyes and began to rest. After a while, he was awakened by the sound of a quarrel.

"If you win, you win, don't look for a reason if your skills are not as good as others, Zhao Yan is better than Cui Jingdao, don't find a reason!" a sharp voice said.

Long Qing didn't care about these quarrels, but when he heard Zhao Yan's name, he couldn't help but listen.

Another slightly deep voice sneered: "What do you know, it's all the commercial market now, and these are all means of star-making. Some time ago, there was a monk from Shaolin Temple who claimed to have won the boxing champion of country T, what was the result, it was not exposed that it was a victory bought with money. This Zhao Yan is a woman, how can she be Cui Jingdao's opponent. Who is Cui Jingdao, one of the few taekwondo black belts in the world, not to mention Zhao Yan, a young female student, looking at the whole of Kyushu, there is no possibility that she can beat him!"

The sharp voice obviously disagreed, and retorted: "You are a typical admirer of foreign flattery, there are a lot of rat feces in the kung fu world in Kyushu, I admit it, but I can't deny the entire Kyushu martial arts world because of those rat." There are only 100 million people in other countries H, and there are nearly 1.4 billion people in our Kyushu, so why can't there be a few people who are more powerful than country H. Besides, Zhao Yan is not a nobody, he had proven himself once at the Jiangcheng Taekwondo Conference before, why couldn't he win against Cui Jingdao this time? You can see the video of this game anywhere, where do you see that there are traces of acting?"

A deep voice sneered: "You still need to see this? You can figure it out with a little brain! How old is Zhao Yancai? Just twenty, even if she started practicing martial arts from her mother's womb, how powerful can she be now? How can she beat Cui Jingdao, a master who has been immersed in taekwondo for more than 30 years? Isn't this an obvious fact! You young people just believe in your eyes too much and don't use your brains, that's why you let this kind of grandstanding become popular!"

"What do you mean by that! It seems that you old men are very discerning, isn't the qigong craze of the seventies and eighties of the last century the business of your generation? Qigong, which at first glance is a thing that deceives children, is regarded by you as a miracle, and you say that we have no vision, where do you get your face!" The sharp voice then retorted.

"You young man, you have no education at all, don't you know how to be polite when talking to your elders?" snorted in a deep voice.

"Who do you say is uneducated? Say it again!"

"Whoever knows it!"

Then, a noisy sound was heard, and many people began to scream, and some people shouted, "Stop fighting, stop fighting!"

After a while, several flight attendants rushed over, but both of them seemed to be practicing families, how could the two flight attendants separate them?

Long Qing couldn't help but get up and take a look, the two people who were fighting were about forty years old, the other was in their twenties, they both looked relatively strong, and now the two of them didn't have any moves, and they scuffled in their seats.

Long Qing stood up, walked over, separated the crowd, walked to the two of them, grabbed the middle-aged man's shoulder, and pulled him up at once!

The middle-aged man was originally ready to fight after being grabbed by the shoulder, but as soon as the other party grabbed him, half of his body seemed to be crispy, and he was arrested without any resistance.

The young man seemed to have suffered a little loss in the battle, and he had some nosebleeds, and when he saw that Long Qing had caught the middle-aged man, he swung his fist over, wanting to take the opportunity to give the middle-aged man two times to find the field, but Long Qing stretched out his hand and pressed the fist he hit, and he involuntarily sat back on the seat.

Long Qing said lightly: "If you want to fight, find a place to fight after the plane lands, don't joke with everyone's lives on the plane!"

The two of them were amazed by Long Qing's strength, and after hearing this, none of them dared to fight back.