The somewhat embarrassed Zhang Lingfeng smiled unscrupulously, Wu Jie was domineering, but he was by no means a reckless man with developed limbs, he was very shrewd, from this point alone, he was not worried about what Wu Jie would do to him, even if the evidence of his interception and killing of Yang Chen and Wu Rui was conclusive, and the person was not dead, Wu Jie would not make a fuss, not to mention that there was no evidence at all.

This matter is doomed.

Wu Jie knew what Zhang Lingfeng thought, and said with a gloomy smile: "The time to kill you has indeed not come, but I can beat you to a cripple and return a tooth for a tooth, I don't think the old men will think it is too much." ”

When Zhang Lingfeng heard this, he was still laughing, but his smile was not as unrestrained and frivolous as just now, and he was crippled, Wu Jie did it.

Li Min, Bai Haoxuan, Zhang Bing, Liao Jianhui, and Wang Ping, the first-line sons who followed Zhang Lingfeng, their faces changed slightly, that is, they were shocked and angry, and a few people stepped forward.

Wu Jiesen's cold gaze swept over a few people, sneering, quite disdainful, even if all the waste materials around Zhang Lingfeng stood up, he didn't want to stop this livestock.

Wu Jie rolled up the cuffs of his shirt, took off the inexpensive but commemorative IWC watch given by his wife, rubbed his wrist, and pulled a bloodthirsty smile, ready to fight.

Wei Ziwen, Tian Li and other more than 30 troops in the courtyard were gearing up and ready to move.

"Wu Jie, stop!" A break came from the back of the crowd, and it was only then that people realized that the music had stopped and the lights were no longer flickering.

The cold and abrupt scolding shook the audience.

Dozens of police special police officers who used excuses to check the cards accompanied the influx of several majestic soldiers, the core of the man was in a straight military uniform, and the epaulettes were embroidered with pine branches and leaves and a gold star, major general.

There are as many officials as cattle hair, and the provincial and ministerial level is everywhere in Sijiu City, and it seems that the rank of major general is commonplace, but the two groups of young people who are facing each other are all moved.

Lao Yu.

Promoted to major general before March.

He served as the deputy director of the Second Department and was still in charge of the work of the 11th Bureau.

As the leader of the most mysterious department of the republic, Lao Yu has a transcendent status, which is not something that can be measured by military rank, just like Dai Li during the Republic of China.

In public and private, Wu Jie had to sell his old face, pointed to Zhang Lingfeng, who was supported by others, and said: "The surname is Zhang, you are lucky today." ”

"I'm lucky every day" Zhang Lingfeng was-for-tat, and when he caught a glimpse of Lao Yu, who was not angry and arrogant, he frowned at him, palpitated inexplicably, and swallowed the second half of the sentence.

"I will tell you a word on behalf of my brother Yang Chen, one day you will be worse off than dead." Wu Jie put down these words, nodded at Lao Yu, and led people away.

"Yang Chen makes it better for me to live than to die?" Zhang Lingfeng laughed loudly, Wu Jie was helpless against him, and the helpless grassroots threatened him, which was extremely ridiculous!

"Don't laugh, Yang Chen has more confidence than Wu Jie to clean you up, the person who looks down on that kid will end up miserable, you can do it." Lao Yu glanced at Zhang Lingfeng coldly, the hospital issued a report on Yang Chen's operation, he had read it, and he was not at ease with the pessimistic summary of the medical team.

Yang Chen, a man who has repeatedly created miracles.

Lao Yu believes that that kid has a breath, he is not missing arms or legs, and he can still create miracles.

Zhang Lingfeng was embarrassed by Lao Yu's words, gritted his teeth and pressed the urge to say sarcasm, almost suffocating internal injuries, and the vulture aura exuded by Lao Yu's body made Zhang Lingfeng, who rarely put provincial and ministerial-level senior cadres in his eyes, dare not be presumptuous.

Lao Yu left, the police who checked the cards dispersed, and MIX gradually resumed the chaos of the demons dancing madly and enjoying themselves as soon as possible, but Zhang Lingfeng was not interested in staying and walked out of the bar accompanied by more than a dozen people.

"You saw Wu Jie coming, why didn't you go in?" Zhang Lingfeng got into the luxury nanny car and questioned the indifferent man sitting in the passenger seat with a cold face.

"Wu Jie just wants to teach Zhang Shao a little lesson to relieve his anger, besides, Lao Yu came in time, you must be fine, why should I go in." The indifferent man responded to Zhang Lingfeng indifferently.

Zhang Lingfeng wanted to speak and stopped, this master who had protected him for many years, with this stinky temper, it was useless for him to say anything, it was better not to say it, and tell the driver to drive.

"The guy you said you couldn't mess with, I almost killed him."

"That Zhang Shao will have to worry about two things in his future life, rack his brains to kill him, or spend his days waiting for death in anxiety."

The indifferent man turned around and glanced at Zhang Lingfeng tepidly, Zhang Lingfeng pouted disappreciatively, a waste person, grassroots jian seed, why be afraid!

Wu family mansion.

In the quaint and unpretentious study.

An old man in cloth with a thin face and a calm demeanor calmly faced the emperor of the Wu family, and said quietly: "Wu Shuai, that child has injured his meridians, and it is not easy to recover, but it is not hopeless, when his trauma heals, I will send him to see my uncle and try his luck." ”

Old Man Wu nodded and said slowly: "That child is the son-in-law of our Wu family, and everything is troublesome to Master Zhang." ”

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Paradise, Hangtown.

Throughout the ages, literati and writers do not know how much praise they have given to this landscape, flipping through Tang poems and Song lyrics, and reading the beautiful sentences that describe this place.

The sun is rising, the West Lake where visitors are endless in all seasons, is the cleanest time in the whole day, suitable for exercising and walking, occasionally there are old people who practice their voices, shouting out a few distant tones.

There are also people jogging around the lake, exercising, enjoying the scenery, in fact, for the locals, they are tired of seeing the lake and mountains in the early days, living in the scenery, why do they need to enjoy the scenery.

In the early exercise group where the elderly are the majority, there is a personality who is outstanding, with a strong back, a slender figure, a bee waist and long legs, and is obviously a young man.

At present, the popular among young people is to rush into nightclubs to pick up girls, go to bed early and get up early to keep up with the times, who still exercises early? So this figure is particularly eye-catching.

"This young man is more punctual than the two of us every day." After retirement, Aunt Liu, who insisted on coming to Lakeside No. 2 Park to feed the squirrels every morning, pointed to the young man who ran in front of her, and chatted with her wife who was carrying a birdcage.

"There are too few young people who exercise early now, either in front of the computer all day long, or in nightclubs, playing crazy, and falling ill when they are old." The old man glanced back at the young man who was gradually running away, sighed and sighed, and then muttered: "When did this kid appear by the West Lake?" ”

"I can't remember, let alone half a year." Aunt Liu patted her head, stunned and didn't remember when her first encounter with the young man was.

The old couple nagged and walked away.

The young man who ran with a steady pace, ran through the two parks, three parks to the six parks, and then along the Beishan Road to the Su Causeway, from the north exit of the Su Causeway to the south exit, back to the Nanshan Road, around such a circle, more than ten kilometers, this is not the end, he took the mountain bike, and rode more than ten kilometers, on the Phoenix Mountain.

Stop at the highest point of Phoenix Mountain, can look at the West Lake in the north, look at the Qiantang River in the south, the young man arrives at the top of the mountain to look at the river pavilion, a thin old man faces the river breeze, stands with his hands in his hands, the sparse few hairs are already completely white, and his appearance is not good.

"Master Yang"

The young man walked quickly to the old man and bowed reverently.

"Xiao Chen, just call me master in the future, don't bring your surname." The old man smiled and spoke, meaning deeply.

The young man was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly nodded yes, the old man in front of him was one of the few monsters who were not born today, and he would benefit a lot by becoming the old man's closed disciple.