Full-time Boyfriend

Oshima Jianren asked for a bottle of Fusang sake at the bar. At random to find a good view of the location to sit down. He began to drink himself.

"It's reported that Kenzo Oshima has entered a nightclub called tycoon. It's not convenient for me to go in... "It's the newly transferred little Zhengtai who is tracking Oshima Jianren, but it's not suitable to enter the night club in such a mixed environment.

"Well, keep watching outside. We'll be there later. " Song Qingfeng plans to go out in person to meet his confidant, kenren Oshima.

"Wangcheng, alpine, let's go!"

"Yes

Song Qingfeng came to the gate of the rich with Wang Cheng and Gao Han in disguise.

Far away, I saw xiaozhengtai, who had been guarding the outside line not far from the door.

Song Qingfeng picked up the phone: "that big island healthy person is still in it?"

"Yes, I've been staring at him all the time. He hasn't come out yet."

"Very good, you go back and continue to stare at Chaitian. We'll take care of it."

"I understand." Xiaozhengtai drove away.

Song Qingfeng turned to Wangcheng and Gaohan and said, "Wangcheng and I will go in and have a look. You're here in the cold. If you find out that Kenzo Oshima is coming out, you can follow me quietly. I'm going to fish for a long time. "

Gao Han didn't say a word. She agreed without saying a word.

But they never thought that there was a man squatting on a tree less than five meters away from them, a man with a Beijing opera face mask.

In the dance floor of the night club's rich, three beautiful women with hot figure are dancing with the music, and the audience below is constantly calling.

In such an atmosphere, no one will pay attention to the field into two people, two ordinary men.

"Guest, please show me your membership card?"

"Card? What kind of membership card? " Song Qingfeng and Wang Cheng have big eyes and small eyes.

"Well, this is the VIP member area of our store. Members who are not in our store are not allowed to enter." The waiter patiently answered song Qingfeng and Wang Cheng.

"The man who was with us just now, we know..." Wang Cheng had an idea

"I'm sorry, sir. The membership card can only be entered by the cardholder himself." The waiter's attitude is very firm.

"How can I get your membership card?" Song Qingfeng frowned and asked.

"As long as you spend more than 100000 yuan here and pay another 50000 yuan per year, you can become our member." The waiter showed a flower like smile.

"I wipe it. Is it stealing money?" The royal city was completely conquered by the harsh conditions of membership. He is diligent, does not eat, does not drink ten years only then can establish a membership here. How can he accept such a blow?

The waiter is obviously well-trained, and his words are not leaking, which makes it impossible to find fault in him.

Song Qingfeng and Wang Cheng are completely convinced. It seems that they can't be soft, they can only be hard.

They are also old partners for many years. With a little eye contact, Wang Cheng suddenly talks to the waiter: "Damn, I'll come and go. What are you blocking here?"

The waiter was hit by the sudden mouth, but he didn't come yet. Wang Cheng grabbed the waiter's hair and punched him in the face again.

The punch was strong and made the waiter's nostrils bleed, which made Yadan smile on his face.

After making such a big noise, the inner guards of the rich rushed to fight with Wangcheng boxing, while song Qingfeng quietly entered the VIP membership area.

Entering the member area, the decoration is like a palace.

Around everywhere from time to time came the laughter of women and men, song Qingfeng curiously lying on the crack of a room door.

There is a man in his fifties in the room. He is all gray. He is still playing "mandarin duck and water" with two young girls in their twenties. In a hot spring pond that is too big, the bodies of three chiguoguo are flapping.

The harsh laughter was just stirring up anyone's nerves. If it wasn't for song Qingfeng, who had received special training and had a firm will, he would have shaken his heart.

Song Qingfeng shook his head. The world is so corrupt.

People with money become ugly demons, but for the sake of money, some people are willing to be the servants of demons.

In a word, the world is an era of money, ethics, family and friendship, everything becomes fragile under the power of money, but everyone knows this, but no one can change it.

Song Qingfeng then looked for several rooms, and saw the same situation as before. Nothing more than two ladies and a man, or three ladies and a man.

At the end of the corridor is a larger spa. The water is clear and steaming. There are rockeries around, the environment is very elegant.

All of a sudden, a figure sprang up behind the pillar on the side of song Qingfeng's body. The white light flashed and stabbed at Song Qingfeng's throat.

Song Qingfeng was in a hurry, and his upper body leaned back to avoid the attack of the white light.

Take a close look and find it's Kenzo Oshima!

He holds a samurai sword in his hand and steps on the T-shaped step to lock himself in.

"Well come, it's not easy to find you. Fortunately, you came out by yourself Song Qingfeng was not frightened by Oshima's momentum at all. On the contrary, he was very happy that Oshima could stand up consciously.

As he said, he took off his coat and shook it in front of kenren Oshima, posing as a matador preparing to fight.

"Bagaya road!" Dashima Jianren was insulted by song Qingfeng. With a big shout, he took a big step forward with his right foot. His sword pointed straight at Song Qingfeng's chest and stabbed him fiercely.

This knife is full of strength and drives a cold wind. If ordinary people don't respond well, they will be stabbed with this knife.

Except for his right foot, Oshima's whole body didn't move.

This is a move in Fusang kendo. It's a stab in the middle!

This move seems simple, but there are countless backers. It's a clever move to attack with defense in attack.

If Oshima meets a swordsman or an ordinary warrior. Well, his moves are brilliant. But his opponent was song Qingfeng, a 35 year old major in Guoan. A top martial arts master! So he was doomed to be miserable.

"Dang!"

It's incredible!

I saw that the fierce samurai sword was blocked by a meat palm at the next moment!

"Nani? It's impossible Kenzo Oshima's face is unbelievable.

"Shua Shua!" He didn't believe in evil, so he waved the samurai sword again. He cut several swords like lightning, and the angle was very tricky.

"Hoo

Song Qingfeng took a deep breath.

"Dangdang!"

The samurai sword heavily cuts on Song Qingfeng's body.

Neck, heart, ribs, etc.

Song Qingfeng didn't dodge and let Oshima Jianren's sword chop freely.

This is the hard Qigong "golden bell cover" produced by Shaolin!

Song Qingfeng looks at the dashima Jianren who has been unable to attack and whose morale has fallen sharply.

"It's fun to chop. Come on, come again, chop here..."

"No way. How can you be invulnerable? It's impossible!" Oshima Jianren is sweating. I don't know whether he is tired or scared.

"Ah, I'm really a Fusang man who lacks education. Do you need me to popularize the Kung Fu of the great Xia kingdom?" Song Qingfeng said to himself in a dilemma.

"It must be an illusion! Kill Dashima once again summoned up the courage to attack song Qingfeng.

"You're hopeless." During the conversation, song Qingfeng did not stand still. He turned to one side like lightning to avoid the chop of Oshima Jianren. He grabbed the blade of the samurai sword with both hands and said, "ah With song Qingfeng's roar. The samurai sword made of special steel was broken by song Qingfeng's iron hands.

Dashima kenren, whose weapons were destroyed, was completely frightened by song Qingfeng's methods. He dropped the broken samurai sword and ran out.

"Hey, it's not finished yet. Don't run!" Song Qingfeng is chasing and shouting behind Oshima Jianren.

"We're... Done. Don't... Follow me!" Oshima kenren now said that he would not stop to fight song Qingfeng. I'm joking. I haven't even fought with a samurai sword. Now I'm not an opponent with my bare hands. What's more, that man can't even hack a samurai sword. Unless he gives himself a submachine gun, he can't beat him.

"Well, since you don't want to fight," Song Qingfeng said. He slipped more than ten meters with his foot and clasped Oshima Jianren's shoulder: "let's talk about it."