Leng Feng knew that Zhang Xiaolin would not die at his hands. He should have been killed by his bodyguard during the War of Resistance Against Japan. However, this bodyguard was said to have made plans for a long time, so Leng Feng said to Ma Chengyong in a vague way that you can't knock Zhang Xiaolin off.

"My smoke ban is not my one-man show. Any personnel selection is the most important thing. Since Taiping Martial Arts Hall has the intention to be independent, it must show decent results, rather than being criticized in the future, saying that the horse hall owner walked the back door for his disciples, so that his disciples had a bright future. This is not fair to them or others, right?"

Ma Chengyong smiled bitterly. Sure enough, it was not a business to go on, but there was not much time left.

"But if they have the strength and can handle Zhang Xiaolin, they will say this." Ma Chengyong is very confident in this regard.

"Is Zhang Xiaolin?" Leng Feng hummed with his nose hole: "Although I can't kill him, I can still make him stop, but it only takes some effort."

"It's just that" Leng Feng raised his hand and said, "I just lack these skills, and he is not worth wasting my time."

Ma Chengyong took two steps: "So Chief Leng means"

Leng Feng: "I agreed to your conditions, but the Taiping Martial Arts Hall is too small. The owner of the Horse Hall has been the owner for so long. Naturally, he knows which martial arts halls are available and which ones are not available. I am ugly saying that before, I have a threshold for choosing people. If I fail, I will not give anyone my face, including the city government's face."

Ma Chengyong really wanted to agree, but there was a trace of desolate light in his eyes, which made Leng Feng feel that he saw the beauty of the sunset, a very contradictory spirit.

"Thank you for the eyes of Chief Leng, and many capable people under Chief Leng emerged. My disciples in Taiping Martial Arts School are also good at abide by the rules. I won't talk much. As people walk in the world and have more relationships, they will inevitably have an inseparable relationship. So it's better to hide." Ma Chengyong hid.

Leng Feng nodded: "Thank you for your advice"

Ma Chengyong... Leng Feng thought about it and probably said that Lao K was the real person who said his surname was Shi, but it was because he changed his name to Ma Chengyong to inherit Ma Yongzhen's will. It would be better to gossip him when he turned around. Ma Yongzhen died a little unfairly.

Leng Feng watched Ma Chengyong leave and said to Ma Xiao: "Call Huang Xuanyuan back, forget it, go again in the evening, let's go out for a meal together."

Ma Xiao nodded in a depressed manner: "Okay." As long as you are good to Leng Feng, you will do it even if you are unwilling to do it. A soldier dies for his confidant. Yes, Ma Xiao thought about it and breathed a sigh of relief. He changed his clothes first, then walked towards the guesthouse and made a phone call? Forget it, it would be better to convince yourself on the way over, save the quarrels on the phone, and it would take some time to go to the guesthouse from here.

When Ma Xiao found Huang Xuanyuan, the sun was almost falling. He was putting his legs on a bench with a bottle of wine next to him and holding a handful of peanuts in his hand. When he saw Ma Xiao coming, he put his legs down, patted the peanut skin on his body, and said with a smile: "Come on a bite?"

Ma Xiao didn't say anything, took it in a muffled voice, and gurgled. Even if it was a reconciliation, after drinking, Ma Xiao said: "Let's go, the sir, I want to see you."

Huang Xuanyuan was amused: "Did you say good things for me?"

Ma Xiao gave him a blank look: "I? Stop dreaming. If you didn't complain to you behind your back, just burn the incense. He is the owner of Taiping Martial Arts Hall. He just went to see the chief."

Huang Xuanyuan's face changed: "The owner of the Ma Pavilion went to meet the superior?!" No! It's too wrong. This is not the style of the Taiping Martial Arts Hall. Grab Ma Xiao's arm: "When did he come?"

Ma Xiao frowned. Even when Leng Feng didn't want him, Huang Xuanyuan was not so serious. He couldn't help but tell the truth: "It's a while later, I just finished lunch."

"I suspect that the horse owner of Taiping Martial Arts Hall can't hold on for a few days, so before..." Huang Xuanyuan understood and sighed: "If I had known this morning, we would have been waiting for a while, but we still had no patience."

Ma Xiao hesitated and said, "What the sir means is that the Taiping Martial Arts Hall is too small."

Huang Xuanyuan spread his eyebrows and patted Ma Xiao on the shoulder: "Let's go and see my junior brother and nephews."

Ma Xiao "Oh, the sir said we'll have dinner together. Let's talk about it tomorrow. The sir finally wanted to pay attention to you, don't be a fool."

"Don't worry, it's not a bad thing to delay. Didn't the sir say that Taiping Martial Arts School is too small? I'll find some other way for him to hug him and make him happy."

"That's what"

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Leng Feng didn't wait for Huang Xuanyuan, but another person came. The guards downstairs reported that it was a civilian doctor who wanted to treat him and said that he had a way to make Leng Feng's eyes heal faster, so Ren Dong pulled him up.

Seeing Leng Feng, the man bowed: "I have met Chief Leng"

"You are" Leng Feng turned his head. Why do you feel that the visitor is not good? Think about it carefully, there is no place to offend him?! My friend Du just checked it, it was just -1, which is so strange, so Leng Feng asked him to come up.

"Sir, can I take your pulse?"

"Oh, of course" Leng Feng sat down, squinted his eyes and took his pulse. After a moment, he opened his eyes: "The chief thoughts too much and his heart blood is exhausted. Although he is young and strong, his heart meridians are damaged and his head is also covered with blood. Therefore, the chief's eyes will be so slow. I dare to ask the chief, but has his head been severely damaged?"

Leng Feng was shocked. Leng Feng was hit on the temple by a German devil in Germany and hung up directly...

"Yes, and I have also suffered gunshot wounds in my chest." Leng Feng admitted, Ren Dong was stunned. It was impossible. He had followed the superior for so long, so how could he not know about the superior's injury?

"Well, that's right. Don't worry, sir. I'll prescribe a prescription and condition it for you. In a year, I'll have a strong body."

Leng Feng smiled comfortably: "The old man doesn't owe me what he wants, so why not pay it back? Even if the old man said that I have no time and I have no cure to save me, I will not take my anger on you, Mr.

"Oh?" the old man looked at Leng Feng and said, "Then I'll come back tomorrow and wait for me to go back and think about the prescription."

The old man left, Leng Feng looked at the person who was walking further and further downstairs, and thought to himself, Guo Cheng.

That night, the disciples of Taiping Martial Arts Hall ran on the street, with rustling sounds, no firecrackers affecting the neighbors, and no crying. Taking advantage of the night, a white banner was hung at the entrance of the Martial Arts Hall. There was a person standing beside Pang Hu. There was no trace of sadness in the eyes of the man, but he sighed deeply. Pang Hu was covered in tears, but he was not decadent, bowed: "Mr. Guo, take care of him, my senior brother never complained about Mr.

Mr. Guo: "But if I hadn't traveled for two years and had caused him to miss the best opportunity, I wouldn't have blamed me."

Pang Hu bit his lip: "Sir~ Senior brother said, he doesn't blame you, don't..."

Guo Cheng: "I will repay what I owe him. He cares about you the most. Then I, forgot, I wanted to let Leng Feng... forget it."
Chapter completed!