"Niu'er, I'm in love with you."

There was a large area in the crowded elevator, and a young girl with a look of no one-faced appearance curled up in the corner of the elevator, staring at Mr. Long blankly.

Dressed in colorful street stalls, Mr. Long put on a pose coquettishly and looked at the little girl affectionately and continued: "I think we can have a honeymoon trip in advance. I have chosen the place. Cairo, how about it? The best hotel, the best presidential suite, the food, accommodation, use, and 'sex' all the way. Don't you think that would be very romantic?"

"Sir, Master, Master." The little girl looked at Young Master Long tremblingly and muttered cowardly: "Don't...don't make jokes about disciples."

"Wow~~~, why is it a joke?" Mr. Long pointed to the scar on his head and said proudly: "Swear by the scar on his head, I really like you. Although I can't touch women now,... it's just a honeymoon trip, it's no big deal, right? Come on, you just follow Mr. Long! No one can help you." Mr. Long stretched out a finger, gently picked the little girl's cute chin, and smiled proudly.

The elevator suddenly stopped, the elevator door slowly opened, and the disciples of the dragon gate in the elevator rushed out, like a hare driven away by a hunting rifle, and disappeared in a flash.

The little girl who was teased by Master Long even swelled her face and rushed out of the elevator with her head down and almost hit the wall opposite.

"Damn, is it so exaggerated by Mr. Long? Back then, I was in Beijing, and everyone loved me. When flowers bloomed, which young master and lady from the family saw the iron triangle led by Mr. Long, and did not obediently hand over the pocket money? It's really..." A hole was made in the wall of the elevator. Mr. Long slowly shook out of the elevator and sighed to the sky: "Times have changed, and the difficulty of hooking up with a wife has also increased!"

This is an ordinary office building on the Bund in Shanghai. It has a simple, thick and inconspicuous appearance, and the various facilities inside are extremely sophisticated. This is the base of Longmen in Shanghai.

After walking slowly along the corridor for a while, passing two security doors, Long Shao kicked open the door of an office and rushed in casually. "Senior brother, you have to help me. I am going to take a few disciples to Cairo to honeymoon trip. You have to allocate this fund to me. The funds you slipped over every year are hundreds of billions and billions of dollars. This time I sponsored me 50 or 60 million US dollars and I can do whatever I want. By the way, I will give me the most luxurious presidential suite in Cairo. Thank you!"

He picked up the young man who was standing at the desk and reported to Lu Fang, and threw him out of the office. Shao Long closed the door with his feet and sat opposite Lu Fang. His heavy body made the office chair fall down fiercely, making an overwhelmed moan. Shao Long shook his butt, took out a cigar from his pocket, bit off the cigarette butt, lit it with a lighter, swallowed the clouds and vomited fog.

Lu Fang, who was just serious about handling affairs, became extremely nervous from the moment Mr. Long entered the door. After hearing Mr. Long’s request, he almost jumped up and cursed. He shivered and pointed at Mr. Long and whispered: "What are you kidding? 50,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000

"Master and the others have gone into seclusion again." After a mouthful of thick smoke, Major General Long raised his two thick, long and furry thighs to Lu Fang's desk. He said proudly: "So, in Buddhism, I am practicing the magical art of protecting the sect "Immortal Golden Body", which is the future elder of the Dharma Protector of the Buddhist Sect. Now in Buddhism, I have the highest generation and status, but I am one of the benefits, I am too modest."

Lu Fang's hands trembled. Does this guy know how to write the word "modestness"?

"I know nothing about the daily affairs of Longmen and don't understand it. So, I decided not to disturb your work. Although I am your junior brother, you must admit that my status is a little higher than you, right? I am a personal disciple of the inner courtyard of Dawei Zen Temple. Senior Brother Lu Fang, you are a deacon disciple of the outer courtyard. Oh my, I just like to consider others, and I don't get in the way of your eyes. There is no way to resist two tigers in one mountain. I voluntarily leave the Shanghai branch and go to Cairo to play... No, conduct an examination."

Lu Fang stared at Mr. Long. This guy was the only one who could say something so reasonable and reasonable, as if everything was being considered for others.

He slowly took out a document from the drawer, threw it on the desk, and said slowly: "Let's not talk about these things. The anti-drug brigade sent a letter from the anti-drug brigade, and the three anti-drug dogs in their team suddenly disappeared. They only found a pile of bones and fur. Junior brother, what's the reason?"

"Wow, hahahahahahahahahaha~~~" Young Master Long laughed up to the sky. He put down his long legs and rolled to Lu Fang. He stared at Lu Fang with a bright look and said with a smile: "You don't suspect that I stole their dog, do you? Tsk tsk, senior brother, look at my eyes, look, in my eyes, can't you see the same kind of honesty as the snow in June?"

"Okay, I understand, you ate the dog." Lu Fang nodded, threw the official document aside, and said lightly: "I saw a lot of dog meat in your eyes. I will deal with this matter for you. Don't do such things again in the future. How do you ask us to cooperate with others in the future? When you steal a dog, please smash some of the cameras used for surveillance first?"

"Damn, no wonder I felt something was wrong at that time?" Mr. Long rolled his eyes.

"Ok, that's really what you can do." Lu Fang ignored Young Master Long who was rolling his eyes desperately and continued, "You are going to Cairo? It's really a coincidence that I don't have so much money to do with the presidential suite of the 'Pharaoh Hotel'. But I can still book such a few sets of ordinary single rooms in an ordinary youth hotel. You can take people to Cairo."

"I will only take women there." Young Master Long stared at Lu Fang fiercely.

Lu Fang disagreed and began to fill out a official letter. He said lightly: "There is information that a team that went to the Imperial Valley for archaeological research is a bit strange. Several people inside were confirmed to have collusion with the demons of the Tianmen. You should keep an eye on them, and once you find anything, report to the headquarters immediately. Pay attention to your safety and never act recklessly."

"I'm going on a honeymoon!" Mr. Long roared loudly!

"I don't care which channel you get from, but I won't indulge you to fight against the people of Tianmen alone. Even if your immortal golden body is great, it may not be able to block the monster-level elders of the Yuemen from joining forces." Lu Fang looked at Long Shao deeply: "Once you find that the people of Tianmen are really active in Cairo, immediately monitor them and report the situation there to the headquarters."

"Damn." Young Master Long glared at Lu Fang viciously, clenched his fists tightly with his hands, and his fists with blue veins made a terrible "clog" sound.

Shrugging his shoulders, Lu Fang filled in another official letter, and then handed the two official letters to Mr. Long at the same time: "The first official letter, you take it to the Field Department, and there is a seaship going to the Middle East, so it won't be too noticeable when you take the boat. The second official letter is the expenses of you and the field disciples you brought to Cairo, and you go to the Finance Department to withdraw it."

"I won't do it!" Young Master Long picked up his arms and didn't even look at the official document.

"If you go to Cairo this time, if the mission is completed well, I will report to the headquarters and ask you to go to the Beijing branch to train, so that you can get a position in the public security department." Lu Fang smiled and said Lei Ran: "Then, Master Long can use his senior police officer to rectify his friends back then. How happy?"

"Damn, I'm going." Mr. Long twisted his waist and hips, and made a dense thunderous sound from the joints of his body. He snatched two official documents at will.

Looking down at himself on the official document, Young Master Long roared angrily: "Just 100,000 US dollars in funding? Damn, are you kidding me? What can you do with this little money?"

Lu Fang gently spread his hands, rolled his eyes and sighed, "Oh, there is nothing we can do about this. You know, our Longmen and Tianmen are different. Our funds are hard-won every bit. After hundreds of years of clever acquisitions, Tianmen has accumulated a huge industry abroad. As a alliance of famous and upright schools, our Longmen is all the activity funds paid by each branch. It is impossible to waste as luxuriously as them. One hundred thousand is enough."

"Fuck!" After stomping his feet heavily, Young Master Long turned around and left. He muttered as he walked: "Go to the sea? I heard that there are many, many pirates on the sea! He***!"

With a loud "bang", Mr. Long closed the office door heavily.

Lu Fang jumped up suddenly, and cold sweat flowed down his forehead. He hurriedly raised his sleeves and wiped the cold sweat.

"Just kidding, I'll give you a lot of money to buy a lot of arms on the black market over there to start a war with Tianmen? Do you think I'm stupid or crazy?" Lu Fang sighed to the sky: "Help~~~ The elders in the portal don't come forward. How can we deacons control this Tyrannosaurus Rex? Fortunately, he has not achieved great success yet, otherwise..."

"Oh~~~ Strange, where did his information come from? Why did he just happen to go to Cairo for a 'honeymoon'?" Lu Fang frowned and suddenly pressed a button on his desk. He shouted loudly: "Axing, go find your uncle Long. When he saw him, he told him that I just saw from the monitor that he had broken through the elevator wall. The maintenance fee would be deducted from his salary."

A few minutes later, in the lobby of the building, two elevator doors were violently shaken out of the lobby. Young Master Long stood at the elevator door, carrying a young man with a bitter face and roared: "Fuck! Let me say another word? Maintenance fee? My salary is deducted? Who has the courage to grow hair?"

All the Longmen disciples in the lobby lowered their heads at the same time, as if they had not seen anything or heard anything. Only the tyrannical roar of Young Master Long made the glass curtain wall on the wall sound "rattle".

A few days later, a fast oil tanker from Shanghai Port in China to Alexandria, Egypt was sailing on the blue waters of the Indian Ocean. This tanker is the fastest new type of oil tanker in the world today, but dozens of ships of different sizes dragged by steel cables behind the butt of the tanker greatly reduced his speed.

The scorching sun made the tanker's deck hot. When you stepped on it barefoot, you could hear the slight sound of the sweat on the soles of your feet being evaporated instantly. In this hot heat that can make people crazy, Long Shao was wearing a pair of briefs, sitting cross-legged in the middle of the deck, closing his eyes, and gently caressing a demon-subduing pestle carved from an ebony heart.

Gentle and delicate, slowly slid through the statue of Wei Tu on the demon-subduing pestle with his fingertips and the dense verses of the "Golden Steel Demon Subduing Sutra". He recited the scriptures silently in his mouth, and thought of Wei Tuo's golden body. The muscles of Long Shao's body slowly fluttered like a tide. When the muscles swelled, he was two rounds thicker than usual; when the muscles contracted, the muscles were pressed against the bones, and he looked like a golden skeleton rack.

The surroundings were very hot, only the area within three or six feet of Long Shao's body was cool. All the heat waves were sucked into his body, melting into wisps of extremely hot air, slowly passing through the eight extraordinary meridians. The hot heat waves surged through the muscles and bones, and Long Shao's body was constantly strengthening. His skill increased slightly, and a golden light flashed in his slightly opened eyes.

"Woo~~~~"

Young Master Long suddenly exhaled and let out a long whisper, and the rolling waves of air rolled around. He picked up the demon-subduing pestle with his right hand, and looked extremely gentle and slightly forward.

An invisible energy rushed forward, and a harsh roar came from the air. With a loud bang, a ball of air burst out from the bow of the ship, blasting into the sea water ahead, and a water column that was dozens of meters high was blown up. The dragon young man raised his arms and exclaimed, and the huge sound waves shocked the sea water around the tanker spreading around in circles. This sound was simply horrifying.

"Hmph!" With a cold snorkeling, two golden lights flashed in his eyes. Long Shao jumped up like an orangutan, and he tried hard to hit his strong and thick chest, making a loud "boom" sound like a drum. He was proud of his hard work for days, relying on his innate talent, and finally digested the three golden bodhi fruits and a colorful relic that had been injected into his body by the monks of Dawei Zen Temple and a colorful relic of unknown origin.

What these Buddhist sacred objects brought to Long Shao was not weaker than Fang Wen's cultivation level.

Moreover, the attack power of the Buddhist "Immortal Golden Body" is greater and the lethality is more effective.

The immortal golden body can be practiced to the highest level that two or three ancients have been known to those who come later.

If you go up, that is the legendary thing. Young Master Long himself doesn't believe that he can break through the highest level of the immortal golden body and reach the level that may be just bragging in the classics.

"Those old monks said, I will take another year to digest these things. But who is my eldest son Long? A great person with extraordinary talent! It's only two months. Hum! I only lack an opportunity, and my immortal golden body will be perfect! Ah, if I become the elder of the Dharma Protector of Buddhism, can my monthly salary be hundreds of thousands of dollars?" Jili hummed, carrying the demon-subduing pestle that was a bit small compared to his body, and Young Master Long strode back to the cabin.

In the cabin, several disciples of the gantry were carefully counting a lot of things.

These things have complex types, varying values, and are fragmented, and it is very troublesome to count them.

Mr. Long snatched the account book, looked carefully, and smiled proudly: "Okay, there are fifteen classic-level famous watches, eight diamond-inlaid gold watches, thirty-nine brand watches, 259 jewelry necklaces and rings of various colors, more than 300 guns and ammunition, three master-level hand-made sabers, one hundred and ninety-eight ordinary sabers, and three hundred and eight gold teeth..."

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk, this is all money." Young Master Long excitedly patted a disciple of Longmen and laughed: "Calculate carefully. When you arrive in Alexander, you will find a pawn shop to sell all these things, which is worth one or one.8 million. Damn, are those pirates coming to rob, or pay the protection fee?"

Before he finished speaking, a sharp alarm sounded from the tanker. The captain's voice echoed in the cabin: "Five heavy speedboats were found around, and they suspected they were pirates. Please be careful!"

"Oh, he***, the protection fee is coming again." When Mr. Long heard this, his eyebrows were so bright that his eyebrows were blooming. He took the magic pestle with great enthusiasm and left. While jumping and jumping on the deck, he laughed and said, "Boys, hurry up and count it, there are new goods coming to the door."

The opponent was vulnerable. Only shrill howls echoed on the sea, delaying for about half an hour, five new speedboats were added to the long fleet behind the tanker.

Young Master Long stood at the tail of the tanker, looking at dozens of ships proudly, and said with great happiness: "How should these goods be taken? It's really a headache... It's all money, all money! The Buddha is here. If I pull a group of disciples from Longmen to be pirates~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Young Master Long and Fang Wen only had surprisingly similar opinions on a certain issue, that is, their enthusiasm for money. It was just that they used to make money in Beijing. Young Master Long adopted gentle persuasion, persuading the playboys and bad daughters in the *** to pay him a fixed monthly protection fee; Fang Wen was desperate to gamble on money. Both brothers made money well.

"The sea! You are so big! The blue sky, you are so blue! Pirate, you are so rich! Oh, let the storm come more violently!"

The crazy howling echoed on the blue sea... echoed... echoed...

Alexandria.

Mr. Long knocked out several Longmen disciples who were accompanying him, laughed wildly and carried a lot of stolen goods, happily integrated into the bustling crowds at the port, and threw all the mess to the people on the tanker. According to some natural intuition, Mr. Long found a pawnshop that specialized in collecting stolen goods, and exchanged the pile of gold, silver, jewelry, famous watches, jewelry and other items in his hand that had been looted along the way for a large sum of US dollars.

With US dollars in hand, Mr. Long bought a very cool American-made car in Alexandria and drove to Cairo with ease.

"Oh, that guy named Feng Yuan, wait for Mr. Long to fuck you! Kill the eldest master of Fengmen? This credit is also true!"

The laughter echoed on the highway from Alexandria to Cairo.

Along the way, more than a dozen car accidents of unknown causes occurred in succession...Human Path, First, Goodbye, Chapter 30
Chapter completed!