When they arrived at Chen Cheng's official residence, the guard did not let Leng Feng in after checking Leng Feng's ID. Instead, he called the inside and made Leng Feng stare for half an hour before letting Leng Feng in.

As soon as he arrived at Chen Cheng's living room, Leng Feng saw a plump middle-aged man. Ahem, plump is a bit inappropriate to describe a middle-aged man, but looking at his belly, Leng Feng felt that he was definitely plump.

suitable!

When Chen Cheng saw Leng Feng, he said, "Here you go, sit down." He pointed to the seat next to the fat man, facing Chen Cheng.

Leng Feng knew very well that he was not qualified to make conditions with Chen Cheng. Chen Cheng's "intimacy" with him was just a psychological effect, but if he dared not to know the heights of the world, then no matter how many dreams he had, Chen Cheng would probably not have the slightest respect for him.

I have a good impression, and for the sake of the future, Leng Feng endured it. However, Chen Cheng can be tolerated, but as for this damn fat guy... hum.

Seeing Leng Feng obediently sit next to the fat man, Chen Cheng nodded with satisfaction. The fat man, on the other hand, deliberately let Leng Feng, who had just sat down, see his murderous eyes.

This made Leng Feng feel more and more that this damn fat man could not be kept. Just like Ma Xiao said, if you beat a dog, you have to beat him to death. If you can't beat him to death, the mad dog will bite.

Chen Cheng said very politely: "Wan Jiang, Wan Boss, the leader of the Ge Laohui, this is Leng Feng. He went to the front line after returning from Germany and just came back recently."

Wan Jiang, that damn fat guy. Leng Feng looked at Wan Jiang seemingly gently, but he gestured to his own eyes with the index and middle fingers of his right hand, and then gestured to Wan Jiang's eyes, meaning, I will

I've been staring at you! Bastard!

Although Wan Jiang didn't know what this gesture meant, the murderous look in Leng Feng's eyes made Wan Jiang, an old wolf, feel in danger. It was as if he was the superior wolf just now, and in an instant he felt like there was a shotgun aimed at him.

Holding his own head.

Chen Cheng was keenly aware of the explosive smell between the two people, but did not stop it. Leng Feng couldn't help but wonder, wasn't this meal arranged by Chen Cheng to calm things down? Why didn't he say anything when he was about to start a fight?

Wan Jiang, as an old Jianghu who has added blood to the tip of the knife, is naturally not afraid of Leng Feng's sharpness. He snorted: "Young man, don't show your sharpness. You must know that the first bird will be shot."

Leng Feng responded unceremoniously: "I'd dare to beat a master to death with random punches. I'd dare to cripple a stupid Japanese nobleman, and I'm even less afraid of beating a little gangster to death. In the worst case, the fish will die and the net will be broken."

The words "death and destruction" shocked Chen Cheng, and Wan Jiang also frowned. Wan Jiang didn't want to buy Chen Cheng's face, and slammed his chopsticks on the table. This seemed to be a demonstration, but in fact, it was

He was given a chance to Leng Feng, a chance that he could do openly and that Chen Cheng could not blame.

"Bang" Leng Feng jumped up and put his foot on Wan Jiang's stomach. Wan Jiang never expected that Leng Feng would really dare to attack in front of Chen Cheng. Since he was searched when he entered the door, he didn't bring any weapons.

, Wan Jiang was really no match for Leng Feng for a moment, and was kicked to the ground by Leng Feng.

Immediately, Leng Feng did not stop, but directly picked up a chopstick on the table, put his knee on Wan Jiang's chest, grabbed his collar with his hand, and tried to stab Wan Jiang's eyes with the chopstick.

Wan Jiang subconsciously blocked it with his hands: "Don't!"

"Stop" Chen Cheng said, because Chen Cheng was also shocked. Leng Feng actually dared to do this. It's crazy! Crazy! Chen Cheng's chest was rising and falling, and he looked at the chopsticks that were less than a centimeter away from Wan Jiangzuo's eyes.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"What are you doing! You can't talk properly! Do you have to fight in my living room? How unbecoming!" Chen Cheng lectured.

Leng Feng got up, straightened his collar, and glanced sideways at Wan Jiang on the ground: "This is Chief Chen's residence, not your bandit den. If you dare to pat Chief Chen's table or be rude to Chief Chen, I will poke you.

Blind your dog eyes!"

Chen Cheng: "..." Xin said, you dared to almost kill someone in my mansion, and you dared to say that the person who slapped the table was rude. It's really...

"Okay, okay, you too, why are you so grumpy? Someone, please help Mr. Wan get up quickly."

A guard helped Wan Jiang up, whose legs were a little weak. Wan Jiang stood up and shook the guard's hand away. He was about to say something, but when he saw Leng Feng still holding the chopsticks in his hand, he couldn't help but swallowed his saliva.

Chen Cheng also knew that he would not be able to finish the meal, so he said: "Today is a bit unpleasant. Let's do this. I will invite you another day. Come and send Mr. Wan back." The word "send" is very meaningful. One send is not the other.

Sending off, if Leng Feng was the one who was frustrated this time, this sending would mean sending him out respectfully, but this time Wan Jiang was obviously the one who was frustrated, so this sending off was like an eviction order, and of course it was not sending him off on his way.

Wan Jiang naturally knew what Chen Cheng meant. Even if he was the leader of Ge Laohui, he knew that his arms could not twist his thighs. But the moment he turned around, his eyes became vicious. This Leng Feng must be killed! And that Geng Liang.

!Must die!

Chen Cheng watched Wan Jiang leave, then looked at Leng Feng, who had an unwilling face, and said: "If you let the tiger return to the mountain, there will be endless troubles. Is that what you are thinking now?"

Leng Feng: "Yes"

Chen Cheng: "Then don't let him go back to the mountain"

Leng Feng: "Sir?"

Chen Cheng: "He can't die here"

Leng Feng understood. Chen Cheng said: "If you let him return to the headquarters of Ge Laohui, then you will never get back to the camp safely."

Leng Feng understood what Chen Cheng meant and said: "Now, let's take this humble position and become the tiger-fighting Wu Song."

Chen Cheng said nothing, but the adjutant next to him clearly took off his gun and handed it to Leng Feng.

Leng Feng turned around and immediately chased after him. Tonight was the day for Wan Jiang's death. Why? Since Wan Jiang dared to come to Chen Cheng, he must have known Geng Liang's identity. It was not simple for him to dare to be attacked and killed.

Because of Pan Daqing's personal relationship, he did not pay attention to the military at all. This was not Shanghai, Ge Laohui, and there was no such big reputation, so Chen Cheng was not prepared to let Wan Jiang go easily.

After leaving Chen Cheng's gate, there was still a long way to go before leaving Chen Cheng's control area, so Leng Feng could not take action. He just followed quietly, and very cleverly used trees, shadows, grass, and cars to cover up his aura.

, although Wan Jiang is an old Jianghu and has a natural sensitivity to danger, but when he looked back, he found nothing.

Leng Feng had already taken off his leather boots. There was a piece of metal on the back of the leather boots, which inevitably made noise when he walked. So Leng Feng followed Wan Jiang not far behind with bare feet, even though the soles of his feet were pricked by thorns in the grass.

, Leng Feng also remained silent. How could the wolf that was lurking and hunting care about the stones between its soles? The killing was about to begin.

The moment he walked out of the gate, a rickshaw belonging to his subordinates and a few people following him greeted Wan Jiang.

Wan Jiang got into the rickshaw, and several people behind him ran after him.

"Damn it, I will definitely kill you, you bastard!" Wan Jiang was furious, and a man next to him said: "Brother, kill Chen Cheng? This is not easy to handle."

Wan Jiang was so angry that he slapped him in the face: "You're so crazy, I'm going to kill that little bastard who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth!"

People around me: "The one named Geng Liang?"

Wan Jiang: "No, the other one, but Geng Liang also needs to be killed. You go and do it tonight. No matter what the cost, he must be killed!"

People around me: "Okay..."

There was a "bang" gunshot, and before the people around Wan Jiang could finish speaking, they fell to the ground with a thud, and blood flowed from behind their ears.

Wan Jiang did not stop and immediately shouted: "Run! Go quickly!" The man pulling the cart walked faster.

"boom!"

"Ouch," the guy pulling the cart wailed, and a bloody hole appeared on his thigh.

Wan Jiang's people immediately took out domestic imitation pistols from their waistbands and stood guard on all sides. Wan Jiang hid behind the rickshaw: "Who! Come out!"

There was no reply, Wan Jiang rolled his eyes: "Leng Feng! It's you, isn't it? It's you! Don't kill me, you can do whatever you want, let's talk." As he said this, he winked at the people around him.

People began to move towards the place where the gunshots had been fired.

Leng Feng had already judged Wan Jiang's forward route and was lurking not far away a few steps earlier. In fact, he originally wanted to injure the man pulling the cart, but who knew... he hit him crookedly.
Chapter completed!