Chapter 88: invite

"Ye Feng, nothing is going on? Did they do anything to you?" When Ye Feng walked into the private room, everyone surrounded him, including the injured Li Shuai and Duan Yuming. Everyone asked Ye Feng what happened upstairs.
　　 "It's okay, the other party just told us not to publicize what happened today." Ye Feng casually made up an excuse to comfort them. In his opinion, he didn't need to tell them during the conversation with Hong Jun. It was for their good.
　　 The world these people like Hong Jun lives in is pure, it's better not to get involved. This world is like this. People who are not in a circle entering without authorization will cause unexpected troubles and sometimes life-threatening.
"I said Ye Feng would be fine. You still don't believe me. When did my aunt's grandmother tell a lie?" Zhou Yunyun had a little joy on her face, and she praised herself happily. No one responded to her words, so she chilled. Quietly watching them look happy, and Lin Feier, who was just watching Ye Feng secretly.
　　 "Well, everyone, I'm really fine. It's relatively late now, and we should get up and go back." Ye Feng motioned for everyone to calm down and suggested to everyone.
　　 This proposal immediately got everyone's response, after all, after such a thing, no one is in the mood to stay any longer.
　　 Ye Feng is not in the mood to drink anything at the moment, he can't help but think of another thing Hong Jun said to him in that VIP room.
　　 "Actually, I heard about you for a while." After Hong Jun talked with him about his sister, he suddenly said something like this.
　　 Ye Feng seemed to be a little puzzled, and asked jokingly, "A period of time? I have only been in school for less than a month. Could it be that you knew me when I started school?"
　　 "Remember Tenglong Internet Cafe?"
　　 "Could it be?"
　　 "Yes, Tenglong Internet Cafe is mine. It's just one of my hobbies, and I haven't done anything yet." Hong Jun has a look of helplessness on his face. It seems that he still cares about Tenglong Internet Cafe.
　　 "Oh. Do you want me to join the Tamron team?" Ye Feng remembered that the owner of the Internet cafe had invited him to join the team, and he had already considered accepting it.
"Smart people are easy to talk. That day, I don’t know how you did it, but maybe I know today. It’s just a pity that I’m not at your level, and there’s nothing I can do with the team. However, money Yes, as long as you speak, I will promise you."
Ye Feng stared at Hong Jun’s eyes, he saw a little sincerity in his eyes, so he decided to say,
OK. But, you know, I won’t stay in that team all day, I still have my own things to do. , I will go there when there is a game."
"No problem. The money will be handled as Fatty Xu said, ten thousand yuan a month, five thousand for every win, 10,000 for every important game?" Hong Jun's conditions make Ye Feng's heart so high. His salary is considered high income.
　　 "Deal." Ye Feng said with a smile, secretly happy that such a good job might not even be paid to graduate students. If you come to a few more games, you can settle your tuition and living expenses.
Even though Ye Feng has become very powerful after practicing, such as vision, hearing, strength, reaction, etc., Ye Feng never thought of relying on these abilities to do something illegal. Now he can make some money through normal channels. What you can't ask for.
　　 The four words "Fa and Finance Land" are ranked in terms of their importance. Finance takes the second place, which shows how important it is. If Ye Feng has enough money, buying some valuable Chinese medicine to replenish his body may be able to improve his body with the help of the "inner alchemy" practice.
　　 And in Ye Feng's view, the most important thing is that the last game gave Ye Feng a lot of benefits, and he might have unexpected gains in the future. Whoever says that games must be useless, and the use of monasticism is also very useful in terms of human body response. Ye Feng thought so in his heart.
　　
"Prince prince, let's forget about Yuejiao?" A thick voice sounded, and asked aloud, "I regard Yuejiao as my sister, and I will never allow anyone to bully her. What kind of thing is that Ye Feng? Dare to treat us like this to Yuejiao. Grandma’s, I don’t believe that he has three heads and six arms. As long as you give me ten people, I will definitely handle this matter properly and let him know what it is on this site in Jinling. Who has the final say."
　　 Ye Feng left the private room No. 1 on the fourth floor a few minutes ago. At this time, Hong Jun was standing at the window, looking at the red and green window outside, with a complex expression of silence, letting a big man behind him keep nagging.
The big man was named Feng Hu. He was one of the dozens of people who followed the prince back then. He was relatively rough and spoke rough and rough, but he was very loyal to Hong Jun. He is still Hong Jun’s bodyguard, known as " Crazy Tiger".
　　 Feng Hu seemed to be very dissatisfied with Hong Jun's compromise with Ye Feng, and clamored to take someone to solve the matter.
"Crazy Tiger, after so many years, your mind still likes to short-circuit, why didn't you see your long knowledge? Would the prince do this if it was so easy to solve? We want to see something farther." Xu Yilong stood respectfully. Said mercilessly to Feng Hu, and cast a contemptuous look at him.
"Dragon, shut up your mouth, you courageous fellow. After so many years of leisurely life, your kid has long become a sick cat who can't do anything. The'crazy dragon' back then didn't know where it went. went?"
　　 The other bodyguards next to him all smiled instinctively at this time. Seeing the two fighting each other, I felt that there was more adjustment in life, and it was no longer so boring.
　　 "Do you want to try?" The respectful voice turned cold.
　　 Xu Yilong took out a dagger from nowhere, gripped the blade backwards, fists up and down, and the tip of the knife protruded from the fists, forming a straight stabbing at Feng Hu. Moreover, Xu Yilong's eyes suddenly changed at this time, and his humble expression disappeared. Instead, he was extremely cold, like a cheetah staring at its prey, ready to attack.
　　STRIDERBlood-this is the name of Xu Yilong's dagger, it is a life-saving weapon specially customized by Xu Yilong for himself, and it is also the most trusted partner.
　　 In the past few years, this dagger has not known how many people's blood has been sucked, and it has saved Xu Yilong's life countless times. It is like the letter of a poisonous snake, with its cold blade shining with cold light, ready to harvest life from the opposite side at any time.
"Come on, I'm afraid you won't be possible." Feng Hu's pupils shrank, his face became more dignified, and he took out the steel nunchaku he carried with him from his belt, and made a move to lift the sky with his hands. Take a step forward, with the right foot in front, the toes buckled in, and the left foot horizontally behind, with the heels slightly raised, the knees slightly bent, facing Xu Yilong on the side.
　　 Feng Hu's thick and calloused hands held the two ends of the nunchaku respectively, and straightened the stick so that the stick was erected and perpendicular to the ground, while one end of the stick pointed to Xu Yilong's body intentionally or unintentionally. The nunchaku weighing 25 kilograms seemed as light as nothing in his hands, anyone could think of what would happen if he was smashed on someone.
　　 Xu Yilong moved, and took a step forward to the right, piercing Feng Hu's chest directly from the front of his chest. Although his physique is not as tall as Feng Hu, his victory lies in his speed, and the dagger he uses has increased his power.
With a "ding", Xu Yilong's dagger was blocked by Feng Hu's nunchaku, and he lost his head from the right side.
Xu Yilong's hands shook and his fingers were slightly numb. At this time, he didn't have time to worry about his hands. His ears felt a gust of stick wind sweeping, almost instinctively. The dagger was picked up, and there was another "ding" sound. Qi separately stared at each other coldly.
"Do you think you can deal with the college student below with your skill? Don't be delusional." Xu Yilong sneered, twisted his right hand to the left, gently lifted a belt, and then pulled it back and rubbed him on the belt. The STRIDERBlood, which has been with him for eight years and has a glorious history, is hidden somewhere on his body.
　　 Every time other people see Xu Yilong's superb Tibetan sword technique, they can't help but admire a few times.
Feng Hu ridiculed him when he met the gentleman on the other side, thinking that he always lost to him before, and then angrily said, "What's the use of skill? How many guns do you believe I can kill him? "
　　 The scene quieted down for a while, and Hong Jun's eyes looking out of the window also retracted and tilted his head slightly, somehow his face was melancholy and helpless.
　　 Feng Hu regretted it after he finished speaking. The prince hated that others belittle the value of martial arts in front of him. The prince himself was a supporter of traditional martial arts, and he was almost obsessed with martial arts. Although Feng Hu is right, in modern society, no matter how well you practice martial arts against guns, you still cannot escape death.
　　 In the past, on the ancient battlefield, martial arts wore heavy armor and armor, which was a bit clumsy.
Later, the hard qigong in martial arts was born, so there were people who talked about invulnerability. As a result, during the Boxer Rebellion in the late Qing Dynasty, they were hit by foreign ghosts and guns, and martial arts were hit hard. The beautiful myth—the inaccessibility of swords and guns was broken. Since then, martial arts has been sluggish, and has continued to the present. It can be said that martial arts is just lingering, and I don’t know when China Land will no longer see any traditional martial arts.
　　In modern society, we can often hear the saying that a good skill is worse than a good gun.
　　Whether it is from the comparison of time or effect, gun training is much better than martial arts. Although it is so stupid in the eyes of others to practice martial arts for decades now, Hong Jun has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and hopes to reproduce the glory of martial arts one day~EbookFREE.me~ well you two One, there is a limit to play. "Hong Jun turned his head, with a hint of anger in his tone. He looked at the group of men in front of him with a complex expression. He couldn't change some of their beliefs, but he must stick to his beliefs.
　　He knows that he loves martial arts from the bottom of his heart.
　　 "I'm sorry, Prince." Feng Hu said tremblingly.
"Okay, there is no need to talk about this matter. Don't bother Ye Feng. Also, pay attention to Jiang Long. I don't want him to make some stupid decisions." Hong Jun said lightly to his men, at this moment He is full of majesty and does not allow others to object.
　　 "Yes, Prince."
　　 Xu Yilong and Feng Hu glanced at each other, they were a little puzzled, but they didn't say anything. The others retreated sparsely, but at this moment, the sound of a police car came from outside the bar.
　　 "Wow-uh, wow-uh, wow-uh..."
　　 Hearing the sound of the police car, everyone was shocked. Hong Jun's expression also changed slightly. He frowned, but said nothing. But Feng Hu screamed, "Who the is the policeman? I hate dealing with the police the most in my life."
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