It was at this time that the dead fat pig turned around, Miss Ye, as long as you help me clean up the conditions in front of him, I will directly help your grandfather heal.

You also know that in the whole of Huaxia, I am the only one who has the ability to give your grandfather quality, at this moment, the fat pig was sweating profusely and endured the pain and said.

His appearance made Ling Feng a little admired.

The thing was cut off, and I could still endure it without passing out in pain.

At this time, the woman known as Miss Ye spoke.

You better heal yourself first Dead eunuch After speaking, Miss Ye walked towards Ling Feng and stopped and bowed when she was still a short distance away from Ling Feng.

Thank you.

Ling Feng was stunned for a moment.

Thank me for what?

At this time, Miss Ye spoke, my grandfather was seriously ill and needed this dead eunuch to treat him, but his request was too much.

It's okay, now that you cut him down, although my grandfather may not have a chance to recover, I have also avoided a tragic end.

Anyway, thank you.

After saying this, Miss Ye walked towards the pig, raised one foot and brushed him in the face.

Scum like you deserves this.

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Just as the woman was about to walk out of the door, Ling Feng spoke.

Maybe I can cure your grandfather's illness.

After speaking, Ling Feng took out a piece of paper, wrote down his mobile phone number, and threw it to her.

You can come to me when you have time, and after speaking, sit back in your seat and continue to eat with Su Luoxue.

It's just that when eating, Ling Feng always felt that a pair of murderous eyes were staring at him.

What's going on?

Why do I feel so murderous?

Then Ling Feng raised his head and looked at Su Luoxue.

Then Ling Feng found out that the murderous aura was coming from Su Luoxue's side.

Ling Feng looked at Su Luoxue in a cold sweat.

That one...

I said I was just there to heal the girl's grandfather, do you believe me?

I saw that after listening to Ling Feng's words, Su Luoxue's murderous face immediately turned into a smile.

Directly Su Luoxue smiled and said sweetly, Well, I believe it.

By the way, I'll go buy two durians after dinner.

I've been craving durian lately.

Ling Feng: ...

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Chinese.

Urban Management Bureau.

We found out that the deceased was a member of the "Blood Wolf", a secret unit in China.

According to what they said, they were instructed by the former "Blood Wolf" Wolf King to kill a person this time.

The "blood wolf" had already sent a picture of the man.

After speaking, a young man handed a photo to a middle-aged man.

After receiving the photo, the middle-aged man gasped.

The person in this photo is Ling Feng.

Hiss~

Do you mean that this person could be a grandmaster?

And it's still a sixteen or seventeen-year-old junior grandmaster?

How is this possible.

I have been practicing martial arts for more than 30 years, and I am only a half-step grandmaster.

This young man became a grandmaster at the age of sixteen or seventeen?

At this moment, the middle-aged man felt that his three views were broken.

In the history of China, the youngest grandmasters are all around thirty years old, what the hell is this sixteen or seventeen-year-old grandmaster?

The most terrifying thing is that if it is an ordinary Xiaocheng Grandmaster, then it will be fine.

This may be a consummation grandmaster, and there are only two in the entire Huaxia.

I've been cultivating since my mother's womb?

At this moment, middle-aged people have begun to doubt life.

It's a freak.

But soon he came to his senses.

This person must be co-opted into our urban management bureau.

As long as he can join our urban management bureau, then our Lincheng urban management bureau will be able to speak in the martial arts association.

The urban management bureau in Lincheng ranks low in the entire Huaxia territory, because there are few people in the bureau who are highly cultivated.

The person they had cultivated at the highest level was the middle-aged man just now.

Half-step grandmaster.

However, the urban management bureaus of other cities basically have three to four half-step grandmasters.

Lincheng is the weakest, and there is only one.

If Ling Feng is willing to join the Urban Management Bureau, then the strength of the Lincheng Urban Management Bureau will skyrocket.

This is a grandmaster, even a hundred half-step grandmasters are not enough for him to kill alone.

And this is still a Perfection Grandmaster.

Quick, ready car.

Let's visit him.

After speaking, the middle-aged man walked down the stairs quickly.

Ten minutes later, a black Rolls-Royce was parked outside the Ling family's villa.

A middle-aged man walked out of the car, and this was the half-step grandmaster of the Urban Management Bureau.

Jingle bells.

The middle-aged man pressed the doorbell of the Ling family's villa.

In the villa, Ling Feng, who was about to kneel durian, heard the doorbell and immediately stood up to open the door.

After opening the door, Ling Feng was dumbfounded.

Chengguan?

At this time, Ling Feng spoke, what are you doing?

Mr. Ling Feng, right?

Open the door and let's go in and talk.

After speaking, the middle-aged man bowed.

Ling Feng was confused when he heard the middle-aged man's words.

What to talk about?

I don't seem to have offended the chengguan, right?

Forget it, after saying that, Ling Feng opened the door, and the middle-aged man followed Ling Feng into the villa alone.

At this time, Ling Feng spoke, what is the matter with the chengguan looking for me?

I didn't set up a stall or sell anything.

It can't be a deliberate fault, right?

After speaking, Ling Feng also looked at the middle-aged man playfully.

The middle-aged man broke out in a cold sweat when Ling Feng looked at him.

The person in front of him was a grandmaster, and when he was stared at by Ling Feng, he only felt as if he was being pressed by a mountain.

Not... Not.

Senior, I am here this time to hope that you will join our urban management bureau......

Bei Lingfeng made a pause gesture.

I don't have much interest in the urban management bureau.

I don't want to bully the uncles and aunts who set up stalls.

In Ling Feng's cognition, the chengguan is a bully with an official identity.

only knows how to bully the common people, so Ling Feng doesn't have a good impression of the chengguan.

On the contrary, Ling Feng is still a little disgusted with chengguan.

Listening to Ling Feng's answer, the middle-aged man was stunned.

Mr. Ling, I think you're mistaken.

The chengguan I'm talking about is not the kind of chengguan you are talking about.

Usually what you see is just an appearance.

Our chengguan is managed by the Huaxia Warriors Association.

Chengguan is similar to the police of a warrior.

Let's put it this way, the Armed Forces Association is the "Public Security Bureau".

The urban management bureau is the "police station".

We specialize in managing warriors.

At this time, Ling Feng smiled, do you mean to let me be a policeman?

Forget it, I'm used to being idle, and I'm not interested in the urban management bureau.

And I don't like to be constrained by rules.

It's good to be on your own.

Slow down and don't send.

After speaking, Ling Feng made a gesture of tugging at the collar with his hand.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man only felt that his back collar seemed to be being grabbed by something.

Then Ling Feng's hand continued to move, only to see the middle-aged man move strangely as if he was being grabbed by the collar by an invisible big hand.

Finally, Ling Feng waved his hand and opened the door of the Ling family's villa, and then the people from the urban management bureau outside saw that their head was strangely hung in the air and sent out of the gate.

Outside the gate at this time, the middle-aged man had not yet come to his senses, and he had been confused by Ling Feng's strange methods.

After a while, I only heard the middle-aged man say, God, could this person be a legendary cultivator?

Well, there is a very high probability that there is such a means of being a monastic.

The middle-aged man was still standing stupidly talking to himself

The people next to him were confused.

Cultivators?

What's that?