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He Feifei slept in the Beifutang, and there was gunfire in the courtyard early in the morning. He opened the window in a daze to see that it was Jiang Zongtao who was holding a gun against him. The man with the gun couldn't see clearly.

"Nice job," he muttered, before falling back to sleep.

After sleeping for a while, the younger brother knocked on the door, and he scolded angrily: "Bang bang outside, bang bang inside the house, I don't sleep until midnight!"

The younger brother came in despite the scolding, and said in embarrassment: "Group leader, hall master..."

"What's wrong with him!" He Feifan turned over shirtless.

"The hall master asked you to bring the two people arrested by the hospital."

He Feifei woke up, yawned and pretended to be confused: "He's from the hospital, who is it?"

"One is Yuan Zhen and the other is Jia Xibei," said the younger brother, "I'm going to see you now."

He Feifei's mind was spinning wildly. Didn't Jiang Zongtao be tied up? How could this matter still have something to do with him?

He got out of bed and made a phone call. After wars broke out frequently, communication resources were scarce, mobile devices were in short supply around the world, and there were wired connections within the club. When the call was made to the hospital, Ding Huanliang had already left. He asked his younger brother to bring the two boys from Jialantang to the headquarters.

Putting down the phone, he got up to get dressed, didn't brush his teeth or wash his face, went straight to the tea room on the seventh floor, and entered the door, Jiang Zongtao and his "broken coffee table" brother were there, and there was another person, with his back facing him, sitting in the hall. opposite.

The hall master glanced at him: "Get up."

He Feifan nodded, sat down on his left hand, stared at Cen Zhuo all the time, Cen Zhuo raised his head slowly, and greeted politely: "Group Leader He."

He Feifan was stunned on the spot, staring in disbelief, quickly took out the gun and pointed it at his head: "Damn you, how dare you come to Beifu!"

"Extraordinary!" The hall master said in a low voice, meaning to let him close the gun.

He Feifan couldn't figure it out: "Master, this kid is the one who took the Chiguo Heavenly King and snatched the Swallowing Knife!"

The hall master shook his cup with lowered eyes to show that he knew.

The people from the Chaoyang team moved very quickly. In less than an hour, Yuan Zhen and Jia Xibei arrived. They were dragged into the house, dirty and bloody.

Everyone was stunned, even He Feifan didn't expect Ding Huanliang to strike so hard, Gao Xiu was pinned down by Jiang Zongtao, his eyes were red.

"Fuck..." Cen Zhuo grabbed He Feifan by the collar, he couldn't tell if he was acting or he couldn't control it, "They just came to see a doctor! Why the hell are you!"

He Feifan was at a loss for words for a while, so the hall master quickly gave Jiang Zongtao a wink, asking him to persuade him.

Yuan Zhen was already unconscious, Jia Xibei covered the bullet hole on his back, his two small hands were bright red: "Stop arguing, show brother Zhen quickly, he bleeds a lot!"

And the knife wound on his own back was already inflamed, the wound was turned outwards, and a large area was swollen.

Cen Zhuo angrily pushed He Feifan away, Yuanzhen's injury was beyond his imagination, and he couldn't participate in the next battle, it was just a question of how to save his life.The hall master put down the tea, and the smell of blood was so strong that his nose was suffocated. He fanned the wind and called the younger brother: "Go, open the HP room, and save me."

Yuan Zhen was carried out, and Jia Xibei wanted to follow, but the hall master stopped him. Seeing his sissy appearance, he didn't seem to be here to cause any sabotage: "What is your position in Jialan Hall?"

Jia Xibei looked out of the door worriedly, and said coyly: "I... am a small worker in the dismantling workshop, ah, now I still have the job of serving the elder brother."

The hall master suddenly lost interest, but this soft persimmon is the breakthrough point, as long as he catches someone who is not in the Jialan hall from him, he will have something to say: "What did you do wrong, and you are packed up like this?"

Cen Zhuo's heart skipped a beat, this is a leading question.

Jia Xibei looked at the five people in the room with his rabbit eyes. Brother Xiu was sitting next to someone he didn't know, so he couldn't mistake him. If the elder brother dared to come to Beifu hall alone, he must have a plan, and the questioner The person is the leader, and his answer may be crucial: "Because..." He twisted his fingers in fear, "I know their secret."

He Feifei frowned.

Cen Zhuo, Jiang Zongtao and Gao Xiu were all taken aback.

"Secret?" The hall master made no secret of his contempt, "Only you, know the secret of the Chaoyang group?"

"Well," Jia Xibei moved a few steps, and rubbed against Cen Zhuo, "They were in that hospital, selling the children's organs in the south and making a lot of money."

The tea room fell silent.

"Fuck your mother!" He Feifan raised his gun and fired directly. Fortunately, Cen Zhuo grabbed Jia Xibei and missed.

"He Feifan, what are you doing!" The hall master stood up, and He Feifan turned to him, holding his gun and pointing it at his chest, "Why, do you still want to hit me!"

He Feifei didn't dare, how dare he hit his backer, put away his gun in a shy manner, "Jalantang slandered me!"

Jiang Zongtao was not surprised at all. The Chaoyang Group makes so much profit every year, and it only makes sense to do this kind of secret business. He looked at the hall master, and that person should also understand.

But the hall master wanted to take sides, "You found out that they were selling organs, so they made you like this," the hall master stroked the logic, "Why do I think it doesn't make sense, Fei Fan, have you given such an order?"

Cen Zhuo understood, he wanted to get He Feifan out of this matter.

He Feifan also understood, and raised his legs: "It's nothing at all."

"Yes!" Jia Xibei was anxious, "It's Ding Huanliang, he tortured Brother Zhen and me!"

It was this name again, the hall master narrowed his eyes.

But this was exactly what he wanted, "Little brother, you may be mistaken. Ding Huanliang has nothing to do with our Beifutang. He is not from the Chaoyang group, so why would he torture you for the Chaoyang group?"

No, it was only then that Cen Zhuo realized that he didn't want to congratulate He Feifei, but wanted to smooth the whole thing over!The Chaoyang group sells organs, and if it is exposed, it means that the Beifutang sells organs. For the owner of this church, he must suppress it at all costs.

Jia Xibei couldn't think of this, and argued in a soft voice: "Ding Huanliang is for the Chaoyang Group," he pointed at He Feifan, "they are doing well, and they will discuss going home together!"

As soon as these words came out, the hall master's face froze.

Jiang Zongtao and Cen Zhuo looked at each other, and quickly moved away.

He Feifan stared blankly at first, then got really scared, glanced at the hall master, and said in a low voice: "No, really not..."

The hall master's throat rolled up and down, and then he laughed: "This Ding Huanliang, I heard it several times today." He looked at He Feifan, "Why is he everywhere?"

He Feifei was sweating profusely.

"Invite me here," said the hall master, "let me meet you."

"I don't know where he is..." He Feifan evaded.

"Don't we have to go back together?" The hall master gritted his teeth, "From the Chaoyang group to here, it takes four to ten minutes. I want to meet someone!"

He Feifan went to call again. This was the second call he made today. He called home, and his younger brother answered. He got angry for no reason, and asked to send Ding Huanliang immediately.

Gao Xiu left with an excuse, and Jia Xibei was allowed to go to the HP room to take care of Yuan Zhen. When Ding Huanliang came in, there were only four people in the tea room. He recognized Cen Zhuo's back immediately.

But He Feifan didn't dare to look at him, not even for a moment.

Ding Huanliang realized that there was a problem.

A face that is rarely seen, light, delicate, with a kind of rare beauty, the hall master silently examined him, the more he looked, the more unhappy he felt: "Ding Huanliang, isn't he from Shenyang?"

"Yes..." Ding Huanliang bowed deeply, "Master."

He has too many things to say, too many achievements to talk about, he wants to climb up to this person, and settle down in Beifu in the future, but unexpectedly, the hall master asked him: "How did you come to Beifu?"

Ding Huanliang was stunned: "I..." He peeked at He Feifan.

The hall master found out: "He came with our team leader, right?"

Ding Huanliang had no choice but to nod.

The hall master followed him and nodded, and said softly, "Got it."

Ding Huanliang took a step forward: "Master, this Cen Zhuo..."

"Okay," the hall master interrupted him, "you don't need to go back to the Chaoyang group, I have a place for you here, go and rest."

As he said that, a younger brother came up to lead him. Ding Huanliang was also the president of the guild. He knew what the hall master meant. This was not to invite him, but to take him: "The hall master?" He was held down by his shoulders and pulled out, There was a gun barrel behind him, "He team leader! He Feifan! You fucking say something, He Feifan!"

The man was dragged out, and the door slammed shut.

"He Feifan?" The hall master sneered, "He really dares to shout!"

The small tea room was silent.

After a while, he spoke again: "Chairman Cen, I'll sell you face."

Cen Zhuo looked up at him.

"Brother, take it back, and leave the Swallowing Knife to me."

Cen Zhuo's joy was all on his face, and he slapped his thigh: "Thank you Hall Master!"

Rustic, rude, and superficial, this is all the hall master's impression of him: "I'll give you another small gift, don't you want to kill Ding Huanliang for revenge?" He clenched his teeth, "I'll do it for you."

He Feifan looked at him in astonishment.

Cen Zhuo was overjoyed: "Master, you are so open and bright!"

The hall master already thought him annoying, and at this moment Cen Zhuo asked him a new question: "Hall master, I want to be with you!"

The hall master thought it was ridiculous: "Do you think I look like a lack of people?"

"You have no shortage here," Cen Zhuo hit the nail on the head, "There is a shortage outside Lianyun Pass."

One of the tasks that Dyeshe gave Beifutang was to leave the customs with the Lotus Flag.

"Now the whole of Shenyang is mine. I can plant whatever flags I want to plant. Hall Master, you have done such a big thing for me. From now on, the Jialan Hall in Shenyang will be a group under the Beifu Hall!"

The hall master stared at him, his eyes lit up instantly.

Fuck me!He Feifei was so angry that he shook his legs beside him.

The hall master spoke, and Cen Zhuo pretended to be sincere and fearful: "Hall master, don't refuse, I know that Jialan hall has caused you a lot of trouble, see if this works, and take the lead in killing the skeleton of the Chiguo Tianwang," Cen Zhuo said. Zhuo made up a name for Zhuo Yeliang, "Crazy Grasshopper, I brought it, only changed the armor once, you take it to the superior!"

Swallowing the Knife, Ranshe's exit, Dalan's disastrous defeat, the boulder that had been in his heart for many days was instantly annihilated, and the hall master leaned forward: "Chairman Cen..."

"Don't dare to dare," Cen Zhuo bowed again and again, "How dare you call yourself the president in front of the hall master!"

Jiang Zongtao squinted at his performance, his scarred face twitched, he couldn't stand it.

"Okay, Team Leader Cen," the hall master recognized him as soon as he said this, "They are all from our own, and I will not see anyone else, your little brother is my little brother, let them keep their mouths tight."

He was referring to the Chaoyang Group's organ trafficking.

"Of course," Cen Zhuo assured, "From now on, you will be from Beifutang, brothers on the same boat, I understand!"

Jiang Zongtao was not very happy, He Feifei made such a big mistake, and even supported Ding Huanliang behind the back of the hall master.

To be honest, he was heartbroken.

Cen Zhuo stood up, thinking about taking Yuan Zhen and Jia Xibei away: "Master, my two younger brothers..."

But the hall master got the wrong idea and waved his hand: "Stay here, I will raise you fat and fat for nothing."

Jiang Zongtao gave Cen Zhuo a wink, telling him not to make trouble, Cen Zhuo thought about it, and smiled obsequiously: "Then Master, will you come with me to inspect the goods?"

The two skeletons were hoisted out of the heavy truck one after another for the Tunsheng Knife and Zhuyeliang. After a simple inspection and registration, the Chaser cabin of Zhuyeliang was opened, but the Tunsheng Knife could not be opened.

Cen Zhuo explained: "This is how it is when I get it, it may be because it has not been used for a long time, there is something wrong, find an alloy cutter..."

The hall master waved his hand, Zhu Yeliang was empty, he took it for granted that there would be no problem with the swallowing knife, and ordered with great interest to temporarily stand the two skeletons in front of the main building to sweep away the recent bad luck.

He Feifan stood behind him, staring at Cen Zhuo thoughtfully.

Cen Zhuo thought he was air, turned around and "made friends" with Jiang Zongtao, and kept apologizing for the kidnapping in the morning. The two chatted and chatted, and they got into a car. The driver was Gao Xiu. drive out.

"Huh—" Cen Zhuo let out a long breath.

Jiang Zongtao looked at him with his arms crossed, "What are you planning, you don't want both bones?"

Cen Zhuo rubbed his face with a stiff smile: "I've always wanted to enter Beifutang, it's not like you don't know."

Jiang Zongtao shook his head: "Not like."

"It doesn't look like that," Cen Zhuo smiled at him, "This is the end, you just wait for me to kill He Feifan for you."

Jiang Zongtao turned his head and looked out the window: "I hope you don't make me wait too long."

"Don't worry," Cen Zhuo stared at the rearview mirror and exchanged glances with Gao Xiu, "It will be soon."

Back in the Qingshan group, Jiang Zongtao went upstairs to look for Yao Huangyun. He was not in the bedroom, so he raised his eyebrows. He went to the small living room, but there was no one there. He went to the physical training room, but there was still no one there.

"Huang Yun!" He panicked and ran downstairs, "Yao Huangyun!"

Cen Zhuo was alone in the living room, and asked him strangely: "What's wrong?"

"Yao Huangyun is gone!" Jiang Zongtao shouted to his younger brother, "Go out and look for it! I have to find it even if the entire Beifu is destroyed!"

Cen Zhuo stared at him, he was really panicked, the kind of panic that the treasure in the safe was stolen.

Suddenly, Jiang Zongtao turned his head and asked him, "Where is Zhuyeliang?"

The bones are handed over, and the people should be there.

Cen Zhuo showed an expression of "No, big brother": "Do you think it was my people who abducted your sweetheart?"

Jiang Zongtao didn't speak, maybe Yao Huangyun ran away by himself, he had run away before, maybe he was tired of this kind of life...but there was no sign.

Cen Zhuo turned his head and glanced out the window. Gao Xiu was warming up the black dice and the sun and moonlight. There were two special guns and several boxes of bullets on the ground.