Ling Xue stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window with her hands behind her back.
The curtains on the floor-to-ceiling windows were drawn.
The sun shines in from the window, stretching Ling Xue's figure very long.
Outside the window, Zhao Gangjun's car had already gone away.
A playful smile appeared on the corner of Ling Xue's mouth.
Fate in this world is really a magical thing.
An Qier's son unexpectedly met Zhao Tiezhu's son.
Could this be some kind of understanding between relatives?
Zhao Tiezhu never imagined that the son he and An Qier had been looking for for countless years would now be with his own son.
This... really makes people feel happy.
The car arranged by Ling Xue took Zhao Gangjun and his party back to the airport.
Afterwards, Zhao Gangjun and his party boarded the plane to FJ.
When we landed at FJ Airport, it was already noon.
Zhao Gangjun and the others returned to the Fang Base in the red light district.
After not visiting this base for a long time, Zhao Gangjun discovered that the red light district next to it still existed tenaciously. The girls at the entrance of the red light district were either sitting and chatting, or three or two people gathered together to play gold.
Seeing Zhao Gangjun appear, the women greeted him one after another, and some even asked Zhao Gangjun when this neighbor could go to their place to play, eat tofu mooncakes, etc. when he was free.
As soon as he heard about mooncakes, Zhao Gangjun thought that the Mid-Autumn Festival seemed to be coming soon.
This year's Mid-Autumn Festival is magically connected with the National Day, so it's very simple, the National Day is also coming.
The two seriously injured members of Fangs Security were sent to the hospital first by Zhao Gangjun. Zhao Gangjun specially arranged for people to take special care of the two in the hospital. As for the one who died, Zhao Gangjun arranged for someone to take special care of them.
The body was sent to the morgue for preservation, and after contacting the person's family, the person's funeral affairs were dealt with.
Zhao Gangjun left all these matters to Renault. After all, Renault is basically in charge of the fang security matters now.
"According to reliable intelligence, Black Hawk people are on the plane bound for FJ."
Zhao Gangjun sat on a chair and said to the people around him, "Do you have any ideas?"
"We can't shoot down their plane."
Niu Yinlong said, "There is nothing we can do, we can only prepare for war."
"I have a note."
Zhao Gangjun said, "If this is done well, the Black Hawk people will have a very happy trip to FJ."
"What attention?"
Niu Yinlong asked.
"I have to find someone first."
Zhao Gangjun said and called Huang Mao.
The plane flying from Hong Kong to FJ landed at FJ Airport.
A group of people sitting in the first class cabin, who looked like they were practicing martial arts, got off the plane.
The total number of these people was probably around twenty, and seven or eight of them had injuries to varying degrees.
This left those flight attendants who were used to seeing dignitaries flying in first class a little confused, and they didn't know how to serve those people along the way.
Fortunately, those people didn't say much, they just sat there.
There were two people in the lead, a brown-skinned Indian wearing traditional Indian clothes and a steel ring on his nose, who looked like a bull devil. The other was a short man with single eyelids, high cheekbones,
This man looks Korean at first glance.
The two people got off the plane with more than a dozen other people, and then walked to the airport exit.
"Lan Che, we have found the foothold of Fang's men. We are ordered to go there now. What do you think?" the Korean asked.
The Indian named Lan Che nodded and said, "Pu Zhenghuan, we have to be careful. This is China. There are many magical people in China. Let's try to keep a low profile and not provoke those ancient martial artists from China."
"Humph, ancient martial arts."
Park Zhenghuan sneered and said, "In major world competitions, our Korean Taekwondo, Japanese Kendo, and Thai Muay Thai are known as the three most destructive martial arts. The ancient Chinese martial arts are just a group of fancy fists and embroidered legs.
"
Lan Che shook his head and said, "I once met a powerful ancient martial artist. They know many magical techniques that can make ordinary moves more destructive than you imagine. Therefore, you cannot take it lightly."
"Humph, you are too timid, Lan Che."
Pu Zhenghuan snorted disdainfully but said nothing more.
A group of people walked out of the airport, and there were people coming and going at the airport exit.
"This is China."
Lan Che's face was a bit serious. When he was very young, he heard his master say many magical things about China. Today, when he came to this magical continent for the first time, Lan Che had to take it seriously. And Pu Zhenghuan
It's a little impatient.
At this moment, a man hurriedly walked past the two of them. The man was walking very fast, as if he was in a hurry.
When the man walked to Pu Zhenghuan, he suddenly staggered and touched Pu Zhenghuan.
Pu Zhenghuan's conditioned reflex pushed the man away.
The man fell to the ground, then got up and said angrily, "What's going on! Why push someone when you have nothing to do?"
"snort."
Pu Zhenghuan snorted coldly, and several people around him looked at the fallen person.
"you…"
The man seemed to be frightened, he patted himself, said nothing, turned around and walked away.
Rancher and others boarded a minibus that had been waiting for them.
As soon as the bus was started, there was a thud, the bus shook, and a motorcycle fell next to the bus.
The bus driver quickly jumped out of the car and ran to check on the driver of the motorcycle. Lan Che also got off the bus with Pu Zhenghuan.
I saw the man who had been pushed down by Pu Zhenghuan before, lying on the ground with a painful look on his face and moaning loudly.
As soon as he saw Lan Che and others coming down, the man shouted loudly, "Foreigners kill people, foreigners kill people!"
As soon as he shouted, a large number of people gathered around the airport.
Some of those people looked at it curiously, while others took pictures with their mobile phones.
"Solve it quickly."
Rancher frowned and said to the driver.
The driver nodded repeatedly, then ran to the motorcycle and said, "Brother, I know you are a prostitute, tell me how much it will cost."
"Damn it, you bumped into me. Ouch, it hurts me so much. It must be those two foreigners who asked you to bump into me, right? I was pushed down by that foreigner just now, and now I'm bumped again. You guys
Foreigners are too arrogant, how dare they kill people in China, oh my, they are killing people!"
The man shouted louder and louder, and the people next to him started talking about it.
"This foreigner is so arrogant that he bullies people in our territory!"
"Yeah, what kind of person is he? He looks like he's hanging after bumping into someone!"
Pu Zhenghuan was already unhappy, and being told that made him even more unhappy. He walked directly to the person who fell to the ground, then raised his foot and kicked him.
The man didn't hide at all. He was kicked directly in the shoulder and fell to the ground again with a bang, and his head was bleeding!
Pu Zhenghuan was a little surprised. He didn't use much strength. How could he hit it so powerfully?
Could it be that his strength has increased recently?