The somewhat embarrassed Zhang Lingfeng smiled unscrupulously. Wu Jie was domineering, but he was by no means a reckless man with well-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 him intercepting Yang Chen and Wu Rui was conclusive
, the person is not dead, Wu Jie will not make a fuss, not to mention there is no evidence at all.
This matter is destined to go unresolved.
Wu Jie knew what Zhang Lingfeng was thinking, and said with a sinister smile: "The time to kill you has really not come yet, but I can beat you to a cripple and retaliate in kind. I don't think any of the old men will think it's too much."
Zhang Lingfeng was still smiling when he heard this, but his smile was not as unrestrained and frivolous as before. Wu Jie was indeed able to beat him to a disability.
Li Min, Bai Haoxuan, Zhang Bing, Liao Jianhui, Wang Ping and other first-line young men who followed Zhang Lingfeng had their faces change slightly, showing shock and anger, and several of them came forward.
Wu Jason glanced at a few people with cold eyes and sneered with disdain. Even if all the losers around Zhang Lingfeng stood up, they would not be able to stop this beast.
Wu Jie rolled up his shirt cuffs, took off the inexpensive but very commemorative IWC watch given by his wife, rubbed his wrist, smiled with a bloodthirsty smile, and prepared to fight.
Wei Ziwen, Tian Li and more than 30 troops from the courtyard were eager to make a move.
"Wu Jie, stop!" A shout came from behind the crowd, and only then did people realize that the music had stopped and the lights were no longer swaying.
The cold, stern and abrupt scolding shook the entire audience.
Dozens of police special officers who used the pretext of checking cards rushed in, accompanied by several majestic soldiers. The core member was in a straight military uniform, with pine branches and a gold star embroidered on his epaulettes, Major General.
There are so many officials in the forty-nine cities that are everywhere at the provincial and ministerial levels. It seems that the rank of major general is common, but the two groups of domineering young people who are facing each other are all moved.
Lao Yu.
Promoted to major general three months ago.
He was appointed deputy minister of the Second Department and was still responsible for the work of the Eleventh Bureau.
As the head of the most mysterious department of the Republic, Lao Yu has a transcendent status that cannot be measured by military rank, just like Dai Li during the Republic of China.
In public and private affairs, Wu Jie had to show off his face to Lao Yu. He pointed at Zhang Lingfeng who was being helped up by others and said in a subtle way: "Zhang, you are lucky today."
"I'm very lucky every day..." Zhang Lingfeng said tit for tat. He caught a glimpse of Lao Yu, who was not angry and boastful, frowning at him. His heart palpitated inexplicably and he swallowed the second half of his sentence.
"Let me tell you something on behalf of my brother Yang Chen, one day your life will be worse than death." Wu Jie put down these words, nodded to Lao Yu, and left with the others.
"Yang Chen...make my life worse than death?" Zhang Lingfeng laughed loudly. Wu Jie was helpless against him. How could a helpless grassroots threaten him? It was extremely ridiculous!
"Don't laugh. Yang Chen has more confidence to deal with you than Wu Jie. Anyone who underestimates that kid will end up badly. You should do something about it." Lao Yu glanced at Zhang Lingfeng coldly. The hospital issued a certificate about Yang Chen.
He had read the surgery report and was not at ease with the pessimistic summary of the medical team.
Yang Chen, a man who has created miracles many times.
Lao Yu believed that as long as the boy had a strong voice and no missing arms or legs, he could still create miracles.
Zhang Lingfeng choked in embarrassment at Lao Yu's words. He gritted his teeth to suppress the urge to speak sarcastically, and almost suffered internal injuries. The sinister aura emanating from Lao Yu made Zhang Lingfeng, who rarely looked down upon provincial and ministerial-level officials, dare not be presumptuous.
Lao Yu left, the police special police who checked the cards dispersed, and Mix gradually returned to the chaotic situation of a group of demons dancing like crazy and enjoying themselves as soon as possible. However, 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 asked the indifferent man sitting in the passenger seat with a cold face.
"Wu Jie just wants to teach Mr. Zhang 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 was hesitant to speak. This powerful insider who had protected him for many years had such a bad temper that it was useless for him to say anything. It would be better not to say anything and just tell the driver to drive.
"The guy you said you couldn't mess with, I almost killed him."
"Then Young Master Zhang will have to worry about two things in his future life, racking his brains to kill him, or living in anxiety and waiting to die."
The indifferent man turned around and glanced at Zhang Lingfeng tepidly. Zhang Lingfeng curled his lips in disapproval. He is a loser and a grassroots. What should he fear?
The Wu family mansion.
In the quaint study room.
An old man in civilian clothes with a thin face and a calm demeanor calmly faced the Wu family's emperor and said quietly: "Wu Shuai, that child has injured his meridians. It will be difficult to recover, but it is not without hope. When his injuries heal, I will send him to see me."
Uncle Master, try your luck."
Mr. Wu nodded and said slowly: "That child is the son-in-law of our Wu family. I'll take care of everything, Master Zhang."
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Paradise, Hangzhou.
Throughout the ages, literati and poets have given this place countless praises for its landscapes. If you look through the Tang and Song Dynasty poems, you can’t read enough beautiful lines to describe this place, its outstanding people, beautiful places, and natural treasures.
As the sun rises, the West Lake, which is visited by tourists all year round, is the cleanest time of the day. It is suitable for exercise and walking. Occasionally, an old man practicing his voice will shout out a few distant accents.
There are also people jogging around the lake to enjoy the scenery while exercising. In fact, the locals have long been tired of seeing the lakes and mountains. They live in the scenery, so there is no need to enjoy the scenery.
Among those who exercise early in the morning, most of them are elderly. There is one person who has an outstanding personality, a strong back, a slender figure, a waist and long legs. He is obviously a young man.
Nowadays, the trend among young people is to rush into nightclubs to pick up girls. Going to bed early and getting up early is out of step with the times. Who would exercise early? So this figure is particularly eye-catching.
"This young man is more punctual than the two of us every day." Aunt Liu, who insisted on coming to Lakeside Park 2 to feed the squirrels every morning after her retirement, pointed at the young man running in front of her and chatted with her wife who was carrying the birdcage.
"There are too few young people who exercise early today. They either sit in front of the computer all day long, or go to nightclubs and play crazy, and they end up getting sick in old age." The old man glanced back at the young man who was gradually running away, sighed and sighed, and then said: "
This...when did this child show up at the West Lake?"
"I can't remember, at least half a year." Aunt Liu patted her forehead, unable to remember the day when she first encountered the young man.
The old couple walked away chattering.
The young runner ran at a steady pace, passing through the second park, the third park, and turning around the sixth park, then along Beishan Road to Sudi, ran from the north entrance of Sudi to the south entrance, and returned to the starting point of Nanshan Road. It was like this in a circle for ten kilometers.
With more than enough, it wasn't over yet. He picked up his mountain bike and rode more than ten kilometers up to Fenghuang Mountain.
Standing at the highest point of Fenghuang Mountain, you can look at the West Lake to the north and the Qiantang River to the south. When the young man reached the river-viewing pavilion on the top of the mountain, he saw a skinny old man facing the river wind, standing with his hands behind his back. His few sparse hair had turned completely white, and his appearance was unattractive.
"Master Yang..."
The young man walked quickly to the old man and bowed reverently.
"Xiaochen, just call me master from now on, don't take your surname." The old man spoke with a smile, which was meaningful.
The young man was stunned and nodded in agreement. The old man in front of him was one of the few monsters that had not been born today. He would benefit a lot from becoming his close disciple.
