"Aunt Lin, don't worry, this is a charter from our Martial Arts Guild." Feng Tianlin raised his chin slightly, and said proudly: "As long as I show my identity in the past, the other party will definitely give me this face and leave us a big box." ”

Zhang Qingcheng and Zhang Dayong both nodded lightly.

Feng Yilin said excitedly: "Look, look, it's still someone Tianlin who has the ability." ”

"No matter where he comes, people have to sell him face."

"If we follow Lu Chen's poor ghost, we're just afraid we'll have to go back to eat roadside stalls."

Zhang Dayong was dissatisfied in his heart, and said casually: "Why doesn't Lu Chen have the ability?" Last time, in front of your relatives, Lu Chen didn't give you a long face? ”

"Hmph, what's the skill of just growing a face once?" Feng Yilin was still muttering: "More often than not, he embarrasses us." ”

"Just like this time, he has the ability, he Lu Chen brought us in for dinner."

"How can he compare to other Tianlin?"

Zhang Dayong was too lazy to meet her in general, so he shut up and stopped talking.

Feng Tianlin, who was praised, was extremely proud, and he led everyone towards the hotel.

As soon as everyone reached the gate, they were stopped by a disciple wearing a white practice uniform.

"I'm sorry, everyone, but there are big people who have chartered the venue today." The disciple with a small, flat head said very politely: "There is an order from above, no one is allowed to go in. ”

"If you have made an appointment in advance, please come to us with the reservation information to receive a compensation of 10,000 yuan."

"This compensation is a little bit of our apology, and we ask for your understanding."

The other party is neither humble nor arrogant, and the etiquette is very sufficient.

Zhang Dayong didn't want to dwell too much, he said directly: "Since people have chartered the venue, let's change places, it's the same everywhere." ”

"This is the first time I've invited everyone to dinner, how can I let my uncle and Aunt Lin ruin the fun?" Feng Tianlin patted his chest and played the package ticket.

Then, seeing him with a proud face, he stepped forward and said to the flat-headed young man: "My name is Feng Tianlin, and Feng Yiming, the deputy director of the Vermilion Bird Martial Arts Pavilion, is my father. ”

"All the people you are talking about should not include Benshao, right?"

"Ben rarely came out to do activities, and no one dared to stop him."

"Get out of the way, and immediately open a big box for us, and we're going to get in."

He didn't wait for the other party to answer at all, and was about to walk forward.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the flat-headed young man stretched out his hand, he stopped him directly.

"It turned out to be Feng Shao, I'm really embarrassed." The flat-headed young man still had a smile on his face and said to Feng Tianlin, "The order we received is that no one can enter the venue. ”

He emphasized "everyone", which means that naturally includes you, Feng Shao.

However, the flat-headed young man then took out five hundred-yuan bills from behind him and handed them to Feng Tianlin, and said apologetically: "This money is a little mental loss for Feng Shao." ”

"Please don't embarrass us."

The other party has a lot of courtesy, and he has already given face, it stands to reason that Feng Tianlin should accept it when he sees it.

But he has blown out the cowhide today, and now he is rashly retreating, and he really can't pull his face.

With a wave of his hand, Feng Tianlin hit the money on the ground.

Then, he slapped the flat-headed young man in the face with his backhand, and said angrily, "What about you calling Hanako? ”

"Ben Shao, when will I lack this money?"

"Get out of the way of me, otherwise, don't blame Ben Shao for being polite."

"How do you hit someone?" The flat-headed young man covered his cheeks and said angrily.

"It's you who don't have long eyes." Feng Tianlin only felt that his face was dull, and he flew up with his internal strength and kicked it in the chest of the flat-headed young man.

Burst......

The flat-headed young man was caught off guard, and was kicked by Feng Tianlin with all his strength, and his body flew out upside down, directly spurting out a mouthful of blood.

"Someone's making trouble! Alert! The flat-headed young man's eyes instantly became sharp, and he shouted.

More than a dozen disciples of the Martial Arts Guild immediately surrounded Feng Tianlin and the others.

Where have Zhang Dayong, Feng Yilin and others seen such a scene, and their faces changed dramatically with fright.

"Lao Tzu is Feng Tianlin, and my father is Feng Yiming, the deputy director of the Vermilion Bird Martial Arts Pavilion, I see who dares to do it!" Feng Tianlin has always been arrogant and domineering, and he didn't take these people seriously at all.

When the other party heard the words "deputy curator", he was slightly stunned, but he did not flinch, he still held the weapon tightly in his hand, and the atmosphere was about to explode.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! ”

Just when the two sides were tense, suddenly, two teams of disciples wearing martial arts uniforms ran from a distance, quickly lining up on both sides.

The flat-headed young man's face changed slightly, and he didn't care about Feng Tianlin, he waved his hand directly and shouted, "The guests are here, pay attention to vigilance." ”

Those disciples scattered one by one, standing in various vantage points, lining up in formation, and on guard.

Zhang Dayong pulled a few people to the side, but did not leave.

He was also curious about what kind of guest he could make the Martial Arts Guild pay attention to.

Woo......

First four iron horsemen on motorcycles opened the way, and then a convoy slowly approached this way.

In the front are three modified off-road vehicles, in the back are five specially made Mercedes Big Gs, while in the center is a modified bulletproof Rolls-Royce.

Chirping......

The convoy came to a slow stop in unison.

First, more than a dozen disciples wearing martial arts guild practice uniforms got off the other cars.

These people quickly surrounded the Rolls-Royce in a circle and guarded the surroundings.

Immediately afterwards, two more disciples in black practice uniforms jumped down from the Rolls-Royce, their hands pressed on their waists, monitoring every move around them at any time.

Syllable......

One foot landed first, and then the whole person walked out of the car.

This person was dressed in a Tang suit, with a tough figure, a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes from time to time, and his body exuded a momentum of not being angry and arrogant.

Zhu Weidong!

Feng Tianlin's eyes narrowed instantly, he didn't expect that this old man was not dead, but also woke up!

"It turned out that Director Zhu was coming, no wonder there was such a big battle. Seeing the situation in front of her, Feng Yilin couldn't help but admire.

Shanghai Port City is divided into four major districts, which are guarded by four martial arts halls: Suzaku, Xuanwu, Qinglong, and Baihu.

And Zhu Weidong is the first of the four curators, and he is also the right-hand man of Wan Haishan, the president of the Shanghai Port Martial Arts Association, who can be called one person and more than ten thousand people.

It is not surprising that there is such a battle.

"If only I could have this kind of pomp and circumstance when I could." The girl Zhang Qingcheng had a heart attack, and couldn't help but say with envy.

The corners of Feng Tianlin's mouth twitched, but he still squeezed out a smile and said, "Don't worry, there will be." ”