"Aunt Lin, don't worry, this is a reserved venue for our martial arts guild." Feng Tianlin raised his chin slightly and said with a proud face: "As long as I revealed my identity in the past, the other party would definitely give me this face and leave us a
Big box.”
Zhang Qingcheng and Zhang Dayong both nodded lightly.
Feng Yilin said with excitement: "Look, look, Tianlin is still capable."
"No matter where he goes, people will give him face."
"If we follow that poor guy Lu Chen, we're probably going to go back to eat at a roadside stall."
Zhang Dayong was dissatisfied and said casually: "Why is Lu Chen so incompetent? Last time, in front of your relatives, Lu Chen didn't give you any face?"
"Humph, what's the point of growing a face once?" Feng Yilin was still muttering: "Most of the time, he embarrasses us."
"Just like this time, if he has the ability, Lu Chen will bring us in for dinner."
"How can he compare with Tian Lin?"
Zhang Dayong was too lazy to be familiar with her, so he shut up and said nothing.
Feng Tianlin was extremely proud of the compliment, and he led everyone towards the hotel.
As soon as everyone reached the gate, they were stopped by a disciple wearing white practice uniform.
"I'm sorry, everyone, there is a big shot booking the venue today." The disciple with a short, crew-cut hair said politely, "There are orders from above that no one can enter."
"If you have made an appointment in advance, please use the appointment information to come to us to receive a compensation of 10,000 yuan."
"This small amount of compensation is our apology. Please understand."
The other party is neither humble nor arrogant, and is very polite.
Zhang Dayong didn't want to get entangled too much. He said directly: "Since they have reserved the venue, let's move to another place. It will be the same wherever we go."
"This is the first time I've invited everyone to dinner. How can I let Uncle Lin and Aunt Lin down?" Feng Tianlin patted his chest and said he was sure.
Then, with an arrogant look on his face, he walked forward and said to the young man with a flat head: "My name is Feng Tianlin, and Feng Yiming, the deputy director of the Zhuque Martial Arts School, is my father."
"The everyone you mentioned shouldn't include me, right?"
"No one dares to stop me when I go out for activities."
"Get out of the way and open a big box for us immediately. We want to go in."
He didn't even wait for the other party to answer and walked forward directly.
Unexpectedly, the young man with a flat head stretched out his hand and stopped him directly.
"It turns out to be Mr. Feng. I'm really sorry." The young man with a flat head still smiled and said to Feng Tianlin: "The order we received is that no one can enter the venue."
He emphasized "everyone", which naturally includes you, Mr. Feng.
However, the young man with a flat head then took out five stacks of hundred-yuan bills from behind and handed them to Feng Tianlin, and said with an apologetic look: "This little money is for Mr. Feng's mental loss."
"Please also ask Mr. Feng not to embarrass us."
The other party was very polite and had given him face. Logically speaking, Feng Tianlin should have just accepted it.
But he has already given away his bullshit today, and it is really embarrassing for him to back down rashly now.
Feng Tianlin waved his hand and knocked the money on the ground.
Then, he slapped the young man with a flat head on the face with his backhand, and said angrily: "Are you sending beggars away?"
"When did I lack this little money, Mr. Ben?"
"Get out of my way quickly, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."
"Why do you hit someone?" The young man with a flat head covered his face and said angrily.
"I'm going to hit you, a blind thing like you." Feng Tianlin only felt that his face was shameless. He summoned up his inner strength and kicked the young man with a flat head in the chest.
puff……
The flat-headed young man was caught off guard and was kicked by Feng Tianlin with all his strength. His body flew backwards and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"Someone is making trouble! Be alert!" The crew-cut young man's eyes suddenly became sharp and he shouted.
More than a dozen disciples from the martial arts guild immediately surrounded Feng Tianlin and others.
Zhang Dayong, Feng Yilin and others had never seen such a scene before, and their faces suddenly changed with fright.
"I am Feng Tianlin, and my father is Feng Yiming, the deputy director of the Suzaku Martial Arts School. Let me see who dares to take action!" Feng Tianlin has always been arrogant and domineering, and does not take these people seriously at all.
When the other party heard the words "Deputy Director", he was slightly startled, but he did not flinch. He still held the weapon tightly in his hand, and the atmosphere was on the verge of breaking out.
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"
Just when the two sides were at war with each other, suddenly, two groups of disciples wearing martial arts uniforms ran from a distance and quickly lined up on both sides.
The face of the flat-headed young man changed slightly, and he didn't care about Feng Tianlin. He waved his hand and shouted, "Guests are coming, please be careful."
The disciples spread out one by one, stood at various vantage points, arranged in formation, and were on guard.
Zhang Dayong pulled a few people aside, but did not leave.
He was also curious about who the guest that the Martial Arts Guild could take seriously was.
Woo...
First, four cavalrymen on motorcycles opened the way, and then a convoy slowly drove towards this direction.
In the front are three modified off-road vehicles, in the back are five special edition Mercedes-Benz Grand Gs, and in the middle is a modified bulletproof Rolls-Royce.
squeak……
The motorcade stopped slowly and uniformly.
First, a dozen disciples wearing martial arts guild training uniforms got off from other cars.
Each of these people had sharp eyes and quickly formed a circle around the Rolls-Royce to alert the surroundings.
Immediately afterwards, two more disciples wearing black training uniforms jumped down from the Rolls-Royce, with their hands on their waists, monitoring every move around them at all times.
Snap...
One foot landed first, and then the whole person walked out of the car.
This man was wearing a Tang suit, with a tough figure, his eyes flashed with a sharp light from time to time, and he exuded an aura of calmness and self-power.
Zhu Weidong!
Feng Tianlin's eyes narrowed instantly. He didn't expect that the old man was not dead and even woke up!
"It turns out that Director Zhu is here. No wonder there is such a big battle. Seeing the situation in front of her, Feng Yilin couldn't help but admired.
The city of Shanghai is divided into four major districts, which are guarded by four martial arts schools: Suzaku, Xuanwu, Qinglong and Baihu respectively.
Zhu Weidong is the head of the four major curators, and is the right-hand man of Wan Haishan, the president of the Shanghai Martial Arts Association. He can be said to be one person below ten thousand people.
It is not surprising that there is such a battle.
"It would be great if I could have such a pomp and circumstance." Zhang Qingcheng's girlish heart broke out and she couldn't help but express envy.
The corners of Feng Tianlin's mouth twitched, but he still forced a smile and said, "Don't worry, it will happen."