The death of the old god of war is destined to pull out the darkness of this imperial capital.

Bai Jiannan was very clear about this, because he knew Zhang Zifeng.

He even dared to contradict the Four Councils of Supervision in the hot summer, so naturally there was nothing to taboo.

After the charity gala.

Bai Jiannan and Zhang Zifeng stood in a secluded position on the balcony.

Both of them put one hand in their trouser pockets and the other smoked cigarettes, but they looked like they were carved out of a mold.

Bai Jiannan glanced at Zhang Zifeng, and he behaved very calmly throughout the whole process, and his calmness was a little abnormal.

"If you offend the Fourth Council of Supervision, I'm afraid your actions won't be so smooth in the future, and your every move in the imperial capital will be monitored," Bai Jiannan slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and shrugged his shoulders with a wry smile.

His tone and micro-movements were somewhat blaming Zhang Zifeng, who was too impulsive.

Zhang Zifeng can naturally see that he does not deny this.

But this is him, he doesn't have Bai Jiannan's reason, let alone the overall situation he once had.

He is a wandering man, and he once restrained himself because of the old god of war's urging, but now that the old god of war is gone, there is no need for him to do those meaningless acts.

He has never thought that he is not the so-called unparalleled god of war, let alone the great demon king.

Taking off the golden face of the dragon god and the mask of the Great Demon King, he is the sixteen-year-old Zhang Zifeng who joined the army, skinny, dark-skinned, and short in stature, with only a pair of resolute eyes, standing weakly among the tall comrades-in-arms around him.

If Zhang Zifeng is the Maxima, then the old God of War is his Bole.

It is precisely because of the old god of war who fell in love with his resolute eyes that he has come to this day and solved the mystery of his life experience.

Zhang Zifeng glanced at Bai Jiannan, flicked away the cigarette ash, squinted his eyes at the neon-lit imperial capital, where prosperity was still the same, and said lightly, "I have my own plans." ”

"The next thing I may be able to help you is very limited, I know that you have taken the secret files of the Fourth Council of Supervision about the year, what you should do next depends on yourself," Bai Jiannan said.

"Leave it to me," Zhang Zifeng said.

"Well, it's important to be careful," Bai Jiannan patted Zhang Zifeng on the shoulder, turned around and extinguished the cigarette butt, and then disappeared on the balcony.

"You...... It's okay," a weak voice came, and Wei Xueyan walked slowly to the balcony.

She had already heard what Zhang Zifeng talked about just now.

And it's no secret.

Wei Xueyan once thought that her parents were divorced and the family intrigue was sad enough, but now when she sees Zhang Zifeng, she knows how lucky she is.

This man was born in this cold-blooded world, his family abandoned him, his younger brother wanted to kill him, and his father sat idly by.

He was not happy growing up in the slums, his relatives discriminated against him, and everyone in the school targeted him.

finally met the mentor and friend of life, the old god of war, and now he has also been killed.

Wei Xueyan didn't dare to imagine all this, if it happened to her, what would happen to her?

She can't be as superficial as Zhang Zifeng, but she carries too many misfortunes in this world in her heart.

The only thing she could do was to gently hug Zhang Zifeng from behind.

Night is a magical phenomenon that makes it easier to remove disguise.

Wei Xueyan looked up at the man and smelled the faint smell of tobacco on his body.

Now he has a touch of melancholy, mature, sexy......

Wei Xueyan likes this kind of Zhang Zifeng, but she doesn't like this kind of Zhang Zifeng either.

Zhang Zifeng didn't speak, just pulled Wei Xueyan in front of him, hugged her into his arms, and said in a hoarse voice but extremely firmly, "I may be such a person, do you like me too?" ”

Wei Xueyan smiled slightly, and the skirt floated slightly in the night breeze, revealing her slender and full jade legs.

Zhang Zifeng once said that he is not good at expression, he is even better at using action.

So Wei Xueyan also has to prove it with actions.

She hooked Zhang Zifeng's neck and said softly, "Close your eyes." ”

Zhang Zifeng did so.

I only saw Wei Xueyan's toes tapping, and a touch of soft and fragrant red lips stuck to Zhang Zifeng's knife-like thin lips.

It was the first time she took the initiative to kiss, so she was jerky and nervous, and even forgot to breathe.

At night, the two figures seemed to be an indescribable painting in the imperial capital.

I only heard the calm city, and the woman's shy and flustered voice said, "You...... Why are you sticking out. ”

The man said, "Don't you have to stick out your mouth." ”

The woman was embarrassed, "Disgusting." ”

"It's disgusting, it's a French kiss, gentlemen do it."

"Really?" The woman didn't believe it.

"Daughter-in-law, I didn't find the feeling just now, come again."

Woman, "......"

Wei Xueyan said, "Get out!" ”

……

I have to say that Zhang Zifeng's net is really terrifying.

The reason why this mysterious dark organization is called the world's first intelligence network is not only because they have a powerful network all over the world, but also because they have the understanding of Satan's technology industry to cover the earth.

It's that any one of them has a very professional ability.

In less than a day, this top-secret file analysis, known as Yanxia, has now been fed back into Zhang Zifeng's hands.

Zhang Zifeng was on the private jet at this time, holding red wine in one hand and looking at the suspicious people who fell with the old god of war with his mobile phone in the other.

Tang Zhiyou patiently explained while mixing red wine for Wei Xueyan at the bar counter, "I have seen it, let's start with the most suspicious person, Xiao Tenghu, this person used to be one of the personal soldiers of the old God of War, and he is also your old acquaintance, he can approach the old God of War without being vigilant, so he is the most suspicious." ”

Tang Zhiyou sent the wine to Wei Xueyan, and then walked up to Zhang Zifeng and said, "Xiao Tenghu has a basement, according to Luo Wang's investigation, it is quite mysterious, you can find a way to go in and find out." ”

"Xiao Tenghu?" Zhang Zifeng frowned, "This is a veteran, and he also knows me." ”

"So, you have to dress up in disguise," Tang Zhiyu hugged her chest and smiled.

Although Tang Zhiyou doesn't understand the disguise technique, the old poison has that means.

At this time, the old poison got up from the ground drunkenly and said, "Don't worry, Lao Tzu's disguise skills are first-class, and he used this trick to pick up girls back then, and he never made up the ticket after getting on the bus." ”

It is not difficult to temporarily change a person's facial features with the technique of Gu poison, and soon under the technique of Gu poison, Zhang Zifeng's appearance changed greatly.

If Zhang Zifeng was just a ruffian and hooligan in temperament before, then he looks very similar now.

Zhang Zifeng looked at himself in the mirror, but it was not ugly, but a little weird.

Touching this hard face, Zhang Zifeng looked dazed.

In the mirror, his eyes are no longer as sharp as they used to be, narrow and deep, but a pair of peach blossom eyes, and his nose has become a little taller, it feels like it is bulging, as for other details, but not much has changed.

"Using the changes in the bones and muscles of the face, it's not difficult to maintain this effect for the time being, how about it, chic, such a face back then, but it fascinated thousands of girls," the old poison stinky fart.

Tang Zhiyou on the side teased, "The girl you soaked in at that time won't have aesthetic problems." ”

Wei Xueyan sneered on the side, and immediately felt that it was rude, so she quickly waved her hand apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, old man, I didn't mean to." ”

"Hmph, tasteless, talking to you tasteless people really lowers Lao Tzu's grade," the pride in the old poison's mind was slandered, and he couldn't help but be a little annoyed.

"Well, it's okay," Zhang Zifeng looked at the young man on the side after confirming that there was no problem, and said with a wicked smile, "Come, you can get one too, and go in with me to cooperate." ”

The young man frowned and shook his head desperately.

"I'd rather die," the boy said coldly.

"Hey, fuck, stinky boy, the old poison has to give you a makeover today, come here!"

"No!"

"Can't get over?"

"But I can't come," the young man hid behind Wei Xueyan and said with a look of resentment.

Suddenly, on the private jet, there was laughter.