"Jiaying, I don't like Chen Minjun." After thinking, Gu Feng looked at Lin Jiaying's bedroom and found that the bedroom light was still on. After walking to the bedroom door a few steps, he said something, and then walked directly to his bedroom without waiting for Lin Jiaying to reply.

In the bedroom, Lin Jiaying was originally holding Haba with her hands in a daze, but when she suddenly heard Gu Feng's words, she couldn't help but be shocked. Then, her beautiful autumn eyes kept turning, and she didn't know what she was thinking. Cherry's little mouth raised slightly, showing a hint of undetectable smile, and even she herself didn't notice her smile.

After Gu Feng returned to the bedroom, he did not sleep directly as usual, but took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

The phone was connected quickly, and a majestic voice came from the receiver: "Who?"

"Chief, it's me." Gu Feng said lightly.

"Gu Feng?" The other end of the phone was stunned at first, and then he said in surprise: "How could you call me? I heard that you were arranged to go to Hong Kong by your old man?"

"Yeah." Gu Feng answered, as if he had remembered something, his expression was a little ugly.

It seemed that Gu Feng's tone was a little wrong. The owner on the other end of the phone sighed: "I know, the reason why you listen to your old man is for the monkey, but you can rest assured now that the monkey's life is saved."

"Where has the monkey been?" Gu Feng couldn't help but feel shocked when he heard the word "monkey".

"I don't know much about this," the owner of the other end of the phone continued, "But, I heard that when the monkey left, your old man prepared a sum of money for him, but he didn't ask for it."

"Oh." Gu Feng was not surprised when he heard this.

"How are you doing there?" The owner on the other end of the phone seemed to be intentionally crossing the topic.

"It's not bad." Gu Feng answered mechanically, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Boy, you called me today not only to ask about the monkey, but to tell me, what's wrong with me?" The owner on the other end of the phone seemed to know Gu Feng very well.

This sentence brought Gu Feng back to reality from his memories. He adjusted his emotions and asked quickly: "What do the organization thinks about the Hong Kong underworld?"

"Why are you innocently asking this?" The owner on the other end of the phone was a little confused: "Can those unopposed guys offend you?"

"Yeah." Gu Feng did not deny this.

"The Hong Kong underworld offended you, why are you looking for me? You are not my person now." The owner on the other end of the phone seemed to complain: "Call to find your old man. With your old man's temper, those unopposed guys will be killed one by one!"

"Chief, you know that doing so is a use of public interest and abuse of power. I don't want to cause trouble for him." Gu Feng said seriously.

"Oh." The owner of the other end of the phone smiled bitterly: "If your old man heard you, he would probably laugh for three days. You don't know. He nagged us all day long, how unfilial you are..."

The owner on the other end of the phone sighed and continued, "You are lucky. The organization has been very dissatisfied with the situation there recently and is trying to find a way. However, the situation in Hong Kong is relatively complicated, unlike inland areas, so there is no decision yet."

Gu Feng knew this, which was also the reason why he repeatedly stopped Qiao Gang from taking action.

"By the way, you call me, aren't you interested in this matter, right?" The owner on the other end of the phone seemed to have thought of something, and his tone was quite excited.

"Chief, if possible, I'm willing to take on this task." Gu Feng replied simply.

"Okay!" Hearing Gu Feng's answer, the owner on the other end of the phone was a little excited, and then he said with some concern: "However, you have to personally convince your old man that last time in order to get you back for a blind date, your old man turned against us, the old man. I'm afraid that if you take on this mission, your old man will get angry, and you also know your old man's temper."

"Chief, you should know the result of the discussion with him." Gu Feng said helplessly: "Please rest assured, Chief, I will definitely handle this matter well and will not let my old man affect your relationship because of this matter."

"Okay." The owner of the other end of the phone thought for a few seconds and changed into a serious tone and said, "However, I remind you that the boy named Qiao is also in Hong Kong, and you know his temper better than me. So, don't let him participate in this matter no matter what. You must know the great relationship."

"Abide by the orders firmly!" Gu Feng said seriously.

"Then wait for my news, I'll report this matter tomorrow." The owner on the other end of the phone said and hung up the phone.

Recalling the promise of the owner on the other end of the phone, Gu Feng's worry disappeared without a trace. Xiang's family has been entrenched in Hong Kong for decades and is very powerful, but once the organization decides to wave a butcher knife to the Xiang family, no one can save it.

...

The next day, Lin Jiaying was no longer as sad as she was yesterday, but returned to normal.

This made Gu Feng feel much more relieved, and at the same time he gave up the plan to test Lin Jiaying for a while.

During morning exercises, Gu Feng, led by Ling Wei, came to the Taekwondo club training place.

The Taekwondo Hall is on the third floor of the school's gymnasium, and is a hall of more than 400 square meters.

When Gu Feng and Ling Wei came, there were more than a dozen students wearing Taekwondo costumes in the hall training. A green carpet was paved in the center of the hall, and many training facilities were placed near the walls.

Some students practiced against each other barefoot on the carpet, and at the same time learned how Koreans fought each other. When attacking, they shouted "Hi" to enhance their momentum.

Gu Feng frowned slightly at this.

In Gu Feng's opinion, although Taekwondo is somewhat inferior to real fighting skills, it is a performance-style kung fu. Although many people in China learn Taekwondo to catch up with fashion trends, there is no need to learn the Koreans' shouting when fighting.

Just glanced casually, Gu Feng could see that these students were all fancy things. Not to mention fighting with Ling Wei, they were not opponents even when fighting with Xu Qiang. Xu Qiang's street Sanda was practiced in actual combat, and the moves learned by these students were basically just eye-catching but not useful.

Especially the "rotational kick" used by a guy in the field is not only insufficient strength, but also extremely slow. If you meet someone who has a little bit of fighting skills in actual combat, the outcome will be self-evident.

"Teacher Gu, that's Zheng Jian." Ling Wei pointed to a student holding a dumbbell on the sidelines and said.

Following the direction Ling Wei pointed, Gu Feng saw a guy about 1.8 meters tall, strong and muscular. The guy's hair was slightly long, and his bangs covered his eyes, making people unable to see his eyes.

He lifted the dumbbells very easily, and it can be seen that his strength and explosive power are good. Moreover, through that guy's position, Gu Feng could confirm that the guy's lower plate was relatively stable.

When Gu Feng looked at Zheng Jian, Zheng Jian raised his head and met Gu Feng's gaze with a keen reaction. When he saw Ling Wei beside Gu Feng, Zheng Jian subconsciously put down the dumbbell in his hand and sneered: "What? Ling Wei, I was not convinced when I lost to him last time. I'm here to find the place today?"

Zheng Jian's voice was a bit rough. As soon as he spoke, the students who practice Taekwondo around him stopped and looked at Ling Wei with malicious intentions.
Chapter completed!