As soon as Lao Chi thought of Qi Yi, he saw the butler walking towards him, walked closer and bowed slightly, and asked politely: "Is it Mr. Chi Zongwu? My husband has been waiting for a long time, please come here."

"Well, it's me, please lead the way."

As he said that, he followed him into the villa building.

The villa is very big, with red tiles, painted buildings and carved beams. The decoration is very luxurious, so Lao Chi is trembling. This is a mansion that he has worked hard for several lifetimes. In theory, Zhang Jun should be too.

When she walked into the door, Lao Chi recognized Zhang Jun's wife at a glance. She sat on the sofa with a sad face, not knowing what she was thinking, and didn't even notice that someone came.

The housekeeper said hello to her before she realized.

"Madam, Mr. Chi is here."

"Ah? Ah!" She stood up and forced a smile: "Ajun is resting upstairs, you can go up right."

Lao Chi looked at her a few times and felt that her reaction was a little strange. He put down the fruit basket: "I'm sorry about what happened last night. I didn't intend to hurt him, I'm sorry."

"No... it's okay, you have no eyes, you... just have this kind of heart." She was a little nervous, and her eyes were dodging at Lao Chi, as if she didn't know how to face Lao Chi.

She urged: "You guys hurry up and don't let Ajun wait too long."

As the master, this was a bit rude. Lao Chi glanced at her meaningfully and followed the butler upstairs.

He took him to the door of the master bedroom on the second floor, and the butler opened the door and stopped sideways: "I won't go in, Mr. Chi, please give me some advice."

"Um."

Lao Chi sorted out his clothes and walked in.

It is said to be a bedroom with an area of ​​at least over a hundred square meters. There is a entrance door, and there are all bathroom cloakrooms and multi-functional rooms. The old pool can even see a small study room and a large four-door refrigerator.

With a "bang", the door of the room behind him was closed. Lao Chi raised his vigilance and continued to move forward, crossed the entrance, and passed the cloakroom, and saw Zhang Jun leaning on the Grand Master's chair and looking at the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

The windows were open, and the evening breeze slowly poured into the room, bringing a hint of coolness.

Beigong finally started to cool down.

Condescendingly, Lao Chi saw that his arms were covered with plaster and bandages were wrapped around his chest, which looked a bit funny.

The footsteps echoed crisply, and Lao Chi walked behind him and stopped two steps.

Zhang Jun turned around slowly, looked at Lao Chi, and a smile appeared on his face: "I'm meeting again, little brother."

Lao Chi didn't know what attitude he should face Zhang Jun for a while. He had already thought a lot on the way he came, but was still confused now. He simply looked at him expressionlessly without replying.

Zhang Jun's smile on his face became even more intense, as if he had expected that he would be like this long ago.

"Sit," he looked up, his chin raised and pointed to the single sofa opposite: "You know what you are here, do you know? Did that old guy ask you to bring some words?"

Lao Chi did not sit and stood motionless opposite Zhang Jun.

Standing posture is the most conducive to reaction. If you sit down, you have to get up after encountering something.

After staring at Zhang Jun for a while, Lao Chi said truthfully: "There is still one month left, don't let him down."

The smile on Zhang Jun's face was restrained: "It's true that it was not expected... Is one month? It's enough."

Lao Chi didn't have the concentration of these old foxes, and he was too confused and couldn't speak up. He stepped forward and asked, "Zhang Jun, I..."

"Shhh..." Zhang Jun interrupted him: "I'm not going to answer your questions, just say less and listen more."

Lao Chi swallowed the second half of the sentence, and Zhang Jun in front of him made him feel very strange.

"I'm not familiar with it at first, so why are you unfamiliar with it?" Lao Chi said a few words in his heart, looking at Zhang Jun, and seeing what he was selling in the gourd.

Zhang Jun smiled on his own: "Very good. No matter what your position is, the general direction is the same - that is to defeat the chef. Before this ultimate goal is achieved, there is no need for both of you and me to fight internally. What do you think?"

"Do both sides...?" Lao Chi smiled and said, "I understand."

"Just understand." Zhang Jun turned back and looked at the dark mountain shadows outside the window: "Do you a favor, of course, you can refuse, and I won't make things difficult for you."

Lao Chi resisted the urge to punch him in the back of the head. Of course, he could turn around and pressed his voice and said, "Let me tell me. If it is beneficial to both of us, I don't mind helping you."

He took the two words of both sides very seriously. Logically speaking, Zhang Jun and him should be in the same camp, but now...

Zhang Jun didn't care: "You know the banquet the night after tomorrow, right?"

"Um."

"The four of them have set up their own businesses since Shen Jiapeng was defeated and fled. They finally took charge of their own affairs and were unwilling to be inferior to others. Cao Renwei is no exception. This Hongmen banquet is destined to be bleeding."

"So? Do you want me to kill my husband in the chaos?"

Zhang Jun shook his head: "It is unlikely that the security power around the chef at that time was beyond your imagination, and you could not succeed. Besides, it is meaningless to kill him. The King of Gong fell, which is equivalent to releasing the thirteen evil dogs under his command. They will not give up. They will step on his body and continue to rage on this land, harming citizens of the two realms. This is not what you want to see."

Lao Chi couldn't help but feel angry: "These thirteen evil dogs also include you, right?"

Zhang Jun did not argue with him, and said to him: "So your immediate target in the near future is not a chef, but the head of the four families of Cao, Bao, Chen and Guo. When the conflict breaks out, you have to win at least one person. If you can do it, you will write off the favors you owe me, and you will use means to deal with cooperation or competition in the future. How about it?"

"I owe you a favor?"

"How much do you think you are worth when you land for ten days and you are praised as a gold medal bodyguard by your husband?"

It was fine if he didn't mention this. When Lao Chi mentioned it, he couldn't stop his anger. He clenched his fists hard and stared at the back of Zhang Jun's head and gritted his teeth: "I think it's worth a beat!"

Zhang Jun laughed: "Didn't you have already fought?"

Looking at his arms hanging in his arms, Lao Chi snorted heavily.

Zhang Jun's smile was restrained and changed the topic: "During this period, you can go to Ruan Haixia if you have anything to do. I have explained it to him. As long as it is not too much, he will not reject you."

Lao Chi hugged his arms: "You're going to tell me these things? You're just a few words. I don't think it's necessary to take the risk of calling me to talk to you face to face. There are opportunities on the court."

Speaking of this, a knock suddenly sounded outside the door.

Zhang Jun turned around and said, "What's the matter?"

The housekeeper said behind the door: "Two guests are visiting, and the wife is accompanying them. Do you see?"

"Who?"

"He said his name is Qi Yi."

The study room became quiet for a moment, and the two of them had their own thoughts.

Lao Chi was a little shocked.

Damn! Why did Qi Yi come so quickly? And he actually came to the door directly? As agreed, shouldn't he hide in the shadows and listen to the corners of the wall?

Zhang Jun's eyes suddenly became dangerous. He looked at Lao Chi and stood up: "It turned out that there was more to say, but now there is no need to see it."

People like him are very disgusted with the feeling of being out of control, which means variables and the possibility of losing control.

"No need? What do you mean?"

Zhang Jun ignored him, walked out of the study and walked to the railing, and looked down at Qi Yi.

Qi Yi and Jin Lin sat on the sofa, with a bag of ugly and small apples on the table.

Jin Lin stood up all of a sudden and just greeted Zhang Jun, but found that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

Qi Yi spoke coldly: "Long time no see."

Zhang Jun’s wife said in vain: “Ajun…”

Zhang Jun looked at his wife: "It's okay, you go back to your room to rest first." After saying that, he looked at Qi Yi: "What do you have to say?"

"good."

Qi Yi asked Jin Lin to stay where he was and followed him up.

When he returned to the study, Qi Yi sat down on the sofa openly. Lao Chi was a little immersed in the past few days. He was like a bodyguard and separated his feet, holding his hands in front, standing next to Qi Yi.

"Didn't your adult tell you that it's very impolite to come uninvited?"

Qi Yi replied bluntly: "When Lao Chi first came to the tribute list, did you ever tell him politely?"

Zhang Jun stopped talking.

Qi Yi said: "Zhang Jun, you have been arrested."

"Ha, catch me? Catch me now? Are you kidding?" Zhang Jun stared into Qi Yi's eyes.

"I don't like to joke, if you don't believe me, please ask Lao Chi."

Lao Chi was completely confused and couldn't figure out the situation.

Zhang Jun sneered and looked at Qi Yi playfully: "Come on, don't play this set for me. If you want to catch me, you have to think about whether you can leave this building first.

"In addition, I heard that Director Zhao was sent to the detention center by you and is under investigation now?"

Qi Yi nodded: "You are not far away. Do you think the betrayal undercover Zhang Jun was shot dead on the spot when he resisted the law violently. How about it? It is indeed impossible to capture you alive, but you have to give up and use Lao Chi's strength to fight out."

Zhang Jun leaned forward with a ruthless look in his eyes: "Qi Yi, are you serious? In my impression, you are not so impulsive and ignorant of the overall situation."

"Well, you're right, I'm not." Qi Yi put on the iconic face of paralysis, without any slight wavy expression:

"But what is your overall situation? First become a tool to deal with the chef? Then you took it away? I thought about it, instead of being plotted by you, it is better to kick you out first and we can take the chef off ourselves."

Zhang Jun laughed: "I almost believed everything I said... Just say it, what do you want?"

"I don't have anything I want. If you insist on saying something, why don't you offer a price yourself? How much do you think your life is worth?"

Zhang Jun narrowed his eyes slightly. This was so familiar. Wasn’t it what he said to Lao Chi just now?
To be continued...