As soon as Zheng Yifeng's figure was set, the second wave of blue flames hit behind him, he hurriedly made a "harrier turn over", but this time he did not dodge, two blue flames burned to the back of his heart and right shoulder, Zheng Yifeng ignored the burns on his body, and still ran in front of Hao Gui. Hao Gui's hands carried two blue flames again, he just wanted to push them out, Zheng Yifeng's feet kicked the ground three times in a row, between the lightning and flint, he and Hao Gui took a look, Hao Gui was caught off guard, Zheng Yifeng seized this opportunity, he went straight to Hao Gui's "Huagai Acupoint" and "Yuzhong Acupoint" with both fists. Hao Gui was on one side of his body, dodging his fists, but his body was unstable, and Zheng Yifeng's right foot kicked Hao Gui's right elbow violently. Hao Gui couldn't hold back, the blue flame in his right palm burned to his chest, and Hao Gui snorted in pain. Zheng Yifeng took advantage of the momentum to pursue, and he played the thirty-six "Breaking the Sky" boxing method in one go. His fists did not flow into the "chemical energy", because he didn't want Hao Gui to die, Zheng Yifeng just wanted to solve all kinds of questions in his heart.

Suddenly, Hao Gui was beaten to the ground by Zheng Yifeng, he was embarrassed to support the ground with his right palm, and slowly stood up, Zheng Yifeng saw that he still didn't admit defeat, he raised his feet and walked towards Hao Gui's side, but before he took a few steps, his body couldn't move, and the places on his body that were burned by the blue flames emitted bursts of piercing pain. Seeing this, Hao Gui laughed and said, "Xingran's true power has begun to be exerted!" Zheng Yifeng sneered: "You were also burned by the flames!" Hao Gui smiled confidently: "The holder of the Star Burn is not affected by its ability. ”

Zheng Yifeng smiled bitterly: "Okay! I admit it! Hao Gui paced in front of him, and he smiled at Zheng Yifeng: "Don't blame me!" If you want to complain, you know too much! As soon as these words came out, Hao Gui raised his right hand, and suddenly, his hand knife was wrapped in blue flames, and it struck Zheng Yifeng's temple.

Zheng Yifeng wanted to close his eyes and wait for death, but he found that his eyelids didn't obey the call, and he could only look at Hao Gui's "Blue Blade" to end his life. At this time, Zheng Yifeng secretly laughed and said: "In life, the most difficult thing to grasp is not people's hearts, but their own lives. ”

At this moment, four beams of white light shot quickly towards Hao Gui's limbs, and Hao Gui hurriedly dodged over. He thought to himself, "He's coming." Let's withdraw first. Hao Gui made up his mind, his star-burning ring emitted a burst of dazzling blue light, and suddenly, Zheng Yifeng's eyes were so flashed by this light that he couldn't see anything, and there was only a miserable white in his eyes, like white rice paper.

Zheng Yifeng thought secretly: "Who saved me?" Hao Huai's escape from prison, is it Hao Gui's masterpiece? Who the hell is he? After an hour, Zheng Yifeng's body could move slightly, he slowly took steps, bent down, and picked up the four thumbtacks scattered on the ground, and walked in the direction of home.

After a long time, Zheng Yifeng returned to his home, and when Yang Jun saw his cousin, his clothes were burned by the fire, and he had several burns on his body, he said in surprise: "Did you go to the fire to save the United States?" Zheng Yifeng smiled elegantly: "Those who have no intention hurt others, and those who have a heart hurt themselves." After Zheng Yifeng finished speaking, he walked to the bathroom. Yang Jun said: "I don't understand what you're talking about! You're going to the hospital for treatment! Zheng Yifeng closed the door of the bathroom, and the sound of "bang" came out......

At seven o'clock in the morning the next day, Zheng Yifeng woke up, and he was surprised to find that his burns were almost healed. Zheng Yifeng pondered for a moment, and he excitedly touched the "Natural Calamity" ring on his neck.

At around ten o'clock in the morning, Pan Yuhong said to Zheng Yifeng: "Director Zheng, Director Guan did not clearly express his attitude towards the new "122 Project". Zheng Yifeng asked, "Then what did she tell you?" Pan Yuhong said: "She kept calling me to drink tea." Zheng Yifeng said curiously: "What kind of tea do you drink?" Pan Yuhong said helplessly: "Lemon tea." Zheng Yifeng smiled: "Interesting." Pan Yuhong asked, "What does she imply?" Zheng Yifeng laughed interestingly: "I don't know either!" Pan Yuhong said with a hint of disdain: "Then what do you say is interesting!" Zheng Yifeng said: "I just don't know the meaning, so I think it's interesting!" Pan Yuhong said sharply: "Next month, the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television of N City will recruit editors, and the registration form is in my car." Zheng Yifeng smiled playfully: "You want to send me home again!?" Pan Yuhong smiled contagiously: "Guess! With that, she walked out of the office.

Zheng Yifeng played with the "Parker" brand pen in his hand with his right hand, and he secretly thought: "The word lemon, take it apart, and then combine it left and right, it is the three words "Lin, Ning, Meng", the meaning of the word "Lin" is that the wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it, which is talking about me. The last two words are to show my thoughts, I would rather be sad than be blinded by me! Mei! You, blinded by hatred, will never be able to fight me. ”

At noon, Zheng Yifeng was sitting alone in the cafeteria eating, and suddenly, there was a quarrel from outside. Zheng Yifeng was not surprised, because the canteen of the demolition and relocation office was very close to the "Distress Handling Section", and it would be really strange if there was no noise.

The establishment of the "Distress Handling Section" has emerged in recent years, mainly those more controversial political axe organs, such as the Urban Management Administrative Law Enforcement Bureau, the Quality Supervision Bureau and other organs.

The "Distress Handling Section" is a department with a surname, and it is mainly responsible for the people who have grievances in their hearts. But now, this department has become a virtual non-existent and has become the "Bitter B Processing Section", and those officials who have no one in the court have been pushed to the "Bitter B Processing Section" by those invisible hands.

After Zheng Yifeng finished eating, he walked to the door of the "Bitter Treatment Section", the head of which was arguing with a middle-aged man with gray temples. As soon as he saw the newly appointed director of the Demolition and Relocation Office, he hurriedly stood up and said with a pleasant face: "Director Zheng! My name is Cai Liangche, and I am the head of the Distress Handling Section. Zheng Yifeng said with a smile: "Section Chief Cai, you have worked hard!" As soon as the words came out, before Cai Liangche could answer, the middle-aged man scolded: "Hard work? What is his hard work! Sitting in the office every day, holding a cup of tea, listening to the hardships of others, one ear in, the other ear out. If you don't settle my compensation problem today, I'll go to petition! Zheng Yifeng secretly laughed: "Petition? Petitioning is its own economy! If you don't have a certain economic foundation, if you petition a few more times, you will have to go bankrupt. ”

Cai Liangche's attitude towards the middle-aged man's speech was reversed, and he said politely: "Your problem, we are already dealing with it." The middle-aged man scolded mercilessly: "You are all liars! What kind of public servants of the people, I think you are obviously public servants of the renminbi! ”