In the open space at the gate of Nanfeng High School, there were only two people lying side by side. Among them was a handsome young man with a red banner covering his body. He looked like a martyr who sacrificed his life for the country. In fact, he was just a young man who was not showing off. To their right
There are three cars parked, among which a silver-gray Lamborghini sports car is particularly eye-catching.
Fatty Han and others took the provocative guy and the car outside the gate, ridiculed them to their heart's content, and then returned to the school. The electric gate of Nanfeng High School slowly closed, forming two completely different worlds from the outside.
Those guys at the door attracted countless passers-by to stop and watch, gesticulating and talking.
"What do they do, and why are they beaten like this?"
"You don't know. I've heard that they went to the high school to provoke them, and they were dealt with by the gang bosses in the school."
"There is a boss in the school who is so arrogant..."
In the classroom of Class 3, Grade 1, Xia Zhiyuan, who was at the window, saw Ximen Lang knocking his cousin to the ground. He sighed softly and returned to his seat silently.
On the playground, most of the boys in the school gathered, with excited smiles on their faces and cheering heartily.
"The consequences of showing off to Nanfeng Middle School are destined to be miserable."
"We won!"
One of the boys raised his right arm and shouted: "Brother Lang..." which caused many boys to raise their arms and shout, "Brother Lang... Brother Lang..." The sound was so loud that it seemed to reach the sky.
In an office in the teaching building, Xiao Muqing stood alone at the window, holding a telescope and looking outside. Everything that had just happened came into her eyes, causing a smile to appear on her sexy lips, and she
Said: "This kid is really good, he is a talented person who mixes with gangsters!"
Ximen Lang on the playground smiled lightly, walked to Xuanyuan Mo, and asked: "Xuanyuan, where are you injured?"
Cold sweat broke out on Xuanyuan Mo's face because of the pain, but he forced a smile and said, "It's okay, I just hurt my wrist."
"Let me take a look at it." Ximen Lang picked up his wrist and pinched it, and said, "It doesn't matter, it's dislocated. I'll just put it on for you."
As he spoke, Ximen Lang grabbed his arm with his left hand, held his palm with his right hand and moved it forward, restoring Xuanyuan Mo's dislocated wrist to its original state.
Xuanyuan Mo immediately felt that the pain was greatly reduced. He tried to move a few times and said with a smile: "Okay, I can move now. It doesn't hurt anymore. Brother Lang, you are really amazing."
Ximen Lang warned: "You have to remember that within a month, this wrist is not allowed to be violently moved, otherwise it will leave sequelae. In addition, apply saffron oil every day to recover faster."
Xuanyuan Mo nodded, "I understand, Brother Lang."
At this time, the sound of music after class came faintly from the teaching building, and it was time for lunch break. At the same time, there was a sound from the mobile phone in Ximen Lang's pocket, and a melodious harmonious sound rang out.
Ximenlang took out his phone and asked, "Hello, who are you?"
"It's me, are you free now?" came the pleasant girl on the phone.
Ximenlang immediately recognized that it was Jiang Xiaoyu's voice. Because he was in a good mood, he asked jokingly: "What are you doing? Do you want to ask me to book a room in a hotel? I'm free then."
Jiang Xiaoyu's voice became sullen, "Look at you, you are a little brat, you are thinking about all kinds of messy things."
"Then why are you looking for me? Tell me quickly and stop beating around the bush?"
"I have something to ask you. Let's meet at Hallasan Korean Restaurant. I'll wait for you in box number six."
"Okay, I'll go over now."
After hanging up the phone, Ximen Lang explained a few words to Xuanyuan Mo and the others, walked to the parking lot, got into the Mitsubishi SUV, and drove out of the school. When he drove to the school gate, he found that Dongfang Chenxing and his followers had left at some point.
Okay, I thought to myself, I wonder if these guys will come here to cause trouble in the future, damn, they are a bunch of guys who deserve a beating.
More than ten minutes later, Ximen rushed to Hallasan Korean Restaurant and saw that the store was completely decorated in Korean style. The waiters were all young girls wearing beautiful Korean clothes. When customers came in, they greeted guests enthusiastically in Korean and guided them.
Followed him to box number six.
The door of the private room was opened, and Jiang Xiaoyu, who was wearing sky blue jeans and a pink half-night shirt, was sitting on his knees opposite the low table inside. When he saw him coming in, he ordered the waiter: "Close the door."
"Okay, if you need anything, please call me." The waiter spoke softly and closed the sliding door.
Ximen Lang sat down across from the low table carelessly and said unceremoniously: "Pour me a cup of tea, I'm dying of thirst."
Jiang Xiaoyu rolled her eyes at him and said angrily: "You don't have any hands yourself, so you still need me to pour you tea?"
Ximen Lang shouted: "Sister, you asked me to come here, but I didn't delay for a moment because of your matter. I rushed over directly and asked you to pour a cup of tea without even giving me a cup of tea. It's not fun."
Jiang Xiaoyu smiled sweetly, "Okay, don't be aggrieved, why don't you let me pour it for you?" She stretched out a delicate hand, grabbed the teapot on the table, poured a cup of tea and pushed it over. "This is barley tea," she said.
It tastes fragrant, strengthens the spleen and appetizers, try it."
Ximenlang picked up the cup and took a long sip, and praised: "It tastes really good, very delicious." When he put down the cup, he asked: "Xiaoyu, what do you want to see me for, please tell me?"
Jiang Xiaoyu stared at his face with a pair of clear eyes, pondered for a moment, and said, "There is a gang called Zhongyinghui gathered on North Street in Jacques District. Have you heard of it?"
Ximen Lang was surprised. Why did Xiao Nizi think of asking about this? Could it be that...what we did revealed some flaws or clues that aroused her suspicion?
"I haven't heard of it." The guy hurriedly clarified the relationship, and then asked: "What's wrong?"
Jiang Xiaoyu's eyes flashed with confusion and asked: "The Zhongying Association has a very famous name and is very close to your school. How come you haven't heard of it?"
"Um... am I a good student? I don't ask about these underworld gangs at all. Of course I don't know." Ximen Lang made himself look like a young boy, pure and innocent.
Jiang Xiaoyu said displeasedly: "Go away, you and I are still pretending that you are still a good student. Let me ask you, who got you out of the detention center this morning? If you were a good student, you would be the best in the world."
There are no more bad students. Stop pretending to me. I’m asking you, do you know about this Loyalty Society? Don’t tell me you don’t know, otherwise I will slap you."
Seeing that the other party suddenly realized his true face, Ximen Lang could no longer quibble, and could only say helplessly: "I have heard some rumors about the Loyalty Society."