() "I thought it was something. Faerun is so old, what does it matter if we go out to play for a few days?" Hu Meimei raised her hand and gently touched Fei Qinghe's shoulder, and said with a sweet smile: "Today's young people need
You’d better not be so strict about your own living space.”
"I don't want to take care of him." Fei Qinghe stood up and let go of Hu Meimei's hand. "You also know that the Secret Mountain Treasure Hunting Conference is just around the corner. At this time, he should know better and help me take care of the door.
Business. Alas, let’s not talk about it anymore. Since everyone is here, let’s talk about the serious things first.”
Wuchengshan, who was holding a cigar in his mouth, nodded and said in a loud voice: "Yes, business matters are more important. Qian Yifu, who was sitting on the sofa with his hands on crutches and his waist straight, nodded slightly at this time, with a look on his face
He showed his habitual dry smile.
"For this Secret Mountain Treasure Hunting Conference, our Qi Sect has two tickets. Naturally, the main gate has to take one, and the remaining one is for the eight branch gates. But now, in addition to our birth, rest, injury, and Du
In addition to the consensus reached by the four gates, Jing, Death, Jing and Kai have not expressed their opinions yet. I really don’t know what they are thinking. It is rare that our eight gates also have the opportunity to enter this time. Do they want to abstain or do they want to?
Are we excluded?"
When he said this, Fei Qinghe frowned and his expression was slightly excited.
"They won't abstain. It's possible that they want to compete with us for tickets." Wuchengshan grinned and exhaled a cloud of smoke, "I really don't understand why the main gate didn't say anything.
, wouldn’t it be enough if the eight branches jointly enter the venue?”
"Isn't the main sect just wanting the eight branches to fight to the death?" Hu Meimei said, "Who said that we have become rich in recent years, our territory has become wider, our power has become stronger, and we often don't listen to the main sect's words. Now it's okay
Well, the general manager has given us a difficult problem and wants us to look good."
Fei Qinghe glanced at Hu Meimei and nodded slowly: "It makes sense. The general manager has not expressed his position for a long time. This is probably what he has in mind."
"Damn it, if the general manager really thinks this way, then I will show him now!" Wuchengshan threw the cigar in his hand to the ground and crushed it to pieces with his feet. "At worst, we will destroy those four doors.
Let me see if the main gate will give us tickets when the gate closes!"
"Chengshan, speak calmly." Qian Yifu finally spoke, but with a smile on his face, "Kill the enemy by one thousand and lose eight hundred. This kind of business cannot be done."
"Then what do you think we should do?" Wuchengshan stared.
"This matter still needs to be discussed." Qian Yifu turned to Fei Qinghe, "We should try our best to communicate with them. If it doesn't work, let the general manager make the decision. I think the general manager just wants to reprimand us this time, but
If the eight gates really start a war, the main gate will not be able to bear it."
Fei Qinghe nodded: "Brother Yifu is right. Then I will communicate with them again. If it doesn't work, I have to report it to the main door."
"I think it's better to talk face to face." Hu Meimei said: "Since we are all here, let's invite them over. Let's make gongs and drums in front of each other and make it clear."
"Not bad!" Wuchengshan and Qian Yifu nodded at the same time.
"Okay, then I will send them invitations now, but I will have to trouble you to wait a few more days," Fei Qinghe said.
Wuchengshan grinned: "It's okay, brother, I rarely come to Binhai City once, just to have some fun." As he spoke, Wuchengshan walked out the door, waving his hands as he walked: "Go ahead,
Contact me if you have any questions!"
Qian Yifu also stood up slowly, glanced at Fei Qinghe and Hu Meimei, smiled lightly and said, "Then I'll take my leave first."
Watching the two of them disappear at the door, Hu Meimei turned around and hooked Fei Qinghe's neck, saying softly: "I'm not going anywhere, I'll just follow you."
Fei Qinghe glanced at her and shook his head: "Don't be like this. You are now the master of a sect after all, so you should pay attention to your identity."
"What's wrong, Master?" Hu Meimei hooked Fei Qinghe and pressed her plump body against him. "In my heart, you will always be my senior brother. And I will always be your junior sister."
Fei Qinghe's face was calm, and he slowly moved his head to Hu Meimei's ear and whispered: "There is someone outside the window."
"How do you know?" Hu Meimei's consciousness instantly spread out, but she did not sense anyone's presence. Fei Qinghe's eyes turned to the computer screen on his desk, which showed a three-dimensional structure diagram of the entire building. Under the current window
, there is a red humanoid pattern that is flashing continuously.
Snap!
Fei Qinghe pressed the keyboard lightly, and a line of text popped up: "Pressure sensing data is being transmitted..." At the same time, Fei Qinghe picked up the intercom on the table: "Action!"
At this moment, Zhang Qiang, who was lying outside the window, had an ominous premonition in his heart. It was not because he suddenly couldn't hear Fei Qinghe's voice, but because he felt like something was pointing at the back of his head, so he subconsciously looked back.
On the seventh floor of the business building opposite, a window was half open. Inside the window, a man was holding a light sniper rifle equipped with a silencer, aiming steadily at Zhang Qiang.
boom!
Just when Zhang Qiang saw this man, a gun rang out. The sound was very slight, and no smoke came out. Zhang Qiang instinctively dodged, bang! A hole was punched in the wall to the left of his head, and the flying stones splashed on Zhang Qiang’s head.
The slap on his face made him grit his teeth.
boom!
The second shot was fired.
At this time, Zhang Qiang had left his original position and was climbing down quickly, but the bullet followed him like a shadow, chasing him as if he had eyes. If Zhang Qiang hadn't been fast enough, he would have been hit long ago.
Seeing that his invisibility was still there, but the opponent's shots were accurate, Zhang Qiang knew that there must be some reason for being exposed, so he gave up the idea of returning to the restaurant, suddenly turned around and jumped into the air, rushing towards the business building opposite.
.
boom!
This was already the fifth shot, but this time the bullet lost its accuracy because the gunman had lost Zhang Qiang's whereabouts and was shooting completely blindly into the air.
Whoosh!
A ray of white light shot out, and the gunman felt a chill on his neck, and then the scene in front of him turned upside down. Plop! As the gunman's head fell to the ground, Zhang Qiang jumped in, and with a wave of his hand, the talisman lightsaber knocked the other man lying in front of the computer.
The man holding something was cut in half.
The afternoon sun shone in from the window and fell on Zhang Qiang's back, dyeing his back golden red. In a window opposite, Fei Qinghe stared at the back expressionlessly, picked up the walkie-talkie and said:
"He has entered the old camp and is on the seventh floor!"
Hurrah!
Almost instantly, dozens of men in black suits poured out of Dongsheng Restaurant and rushed into the business building opposite at an incredibly fast speed. In the business building, more people were heading towards
