Super Special Forces King

Chapter 295

295.

Zhuo Zhaoyun sat on the bed with a gloomy expression, her eyes wondering what she was thinking.

She had some speculations about Zhang Feng's career in her heart, but she was still shocked when she heard it from Zhang Feng's mouth.

Knowing that it is safe to go abroad as Zhang Feng said, but in her heart she wants to face everything with Zhang Feng.

Even in the storm, she wants to face Zhang Feng together.

Chen Wanru walked into the guest room, sat on the edge of the bed, and said faintly: "Zhaoyun, rest with me tonight. I will give you a new identity tomorrow morning, and then send you abroad for travel. Relax."

Zhuo Zhaoyun raised her head slightly, and said in a dim voice: "Sister Wanru, do you think I should leave? But I want to be by Zhang Feng's side."

Chen Wanru raised her hand and rubbed Zhuo Zhaoyun's hair, and smiled: "Stupid girl. Zhang Feng asked you to leave because he loves you and doesn't want you to be scared. You should be happy, why are you so sad?"

Zhuo Zhaoyun nodded, and suddenly asked, "Sister Wanru, are you working like Zhang Feng? After all, you are a senior sister and brother!"

Chen Wanru smiled bitterly, and said: "The same but not the same. Zhaoyun, I can say so much. Okay, it's not too early, rest early. I'll call you again tomorrow morning."

...

Zhang Feng, who walked out of the Red Star Club, did not go to other places, but returned to 1202. Now that he doesn't know where Mao Xiaorui and his companions are hiding, he waits here for them to find himself.

Now that there is no Zhuo Zhaoyun, there is no longer any fear, just taking this opportunity to cut the grass and eliminate the roots, saving future troubles.

Return to the room to sleep slowly.

The next day.

Even if Zhuo Zhaoyun was reluctant, she was sent on the plane by Chen Wanru.

After receiving the news from Chen Wanru, Zhang Feng was relieved, as long as Zhuo Zhaoyun was sent away, there was no need to worry.

Before Mao Xiaorui's arrival, the phone in the room rang.

Zhang Feng frowned. Who would call the 1202 landline at this time?

Sit over and pick up the phone, but didn't say anything, waiting quietly.

"Zhuo Zhaoyun? This is Zhai Qiang!"

Hearing the voice, Zhang Feng's expression suddenly fell cold, this Zhai Qiang called?

"I am not Zhuo Zhaoyun, I am Zhang Feng. Zhai Qiang, what are you calling for? I haven't settled the Zhaoyun company's affairs with you, but you have come here."

Zhai Qiang on the other end of the phone was obviously silent for a while before he said: "I called Zhuo Zhaoyun just to find you. Zhang Feng, can we talk?"

"Talk about it?"

Zhang Feng's mouth sneered unconsciously, and he couldn't think of anything to discuss between himself and Zhai Qiang.

"Yes, just talk. Zhang Feng, I have something to say to you, haha, I don't pose a threat to you anyway, don't you dare to meet me, the defeated general?" Zhai Qiang said affirmatively.

Zhang Feng felt amused and said, "Zhai Qiang, your radical method is really very clumsy. However, there is nothing wrong with what you said, and you cannot pose any threat to me. Meet and talk, OK! You arrange a place, Notify me then!"

After speaking, Zhang Feng hung up the phone jokingly. It happened that there was nothing to do now, and it was fine to see Zhai Qiang who took the initiative to send it to the door.

Ten minutes later, Zhai Qiang called again and confirmed the meeting place and time with Zhang Feng.

After getting dressed, he took out the pistol from the secret compartment of the closet, opened the insurance and inserted it into the clothes, and walked outside.

Carrying a gun is not to prevent Zhai Qiang, because there is no need.

The main reason for carrying a gun is to put Mao Xiaorui who doesn't know where to hide or when he will appear.

He drove into the car and quickly headed towards the private club that Zhai Qiang said on the phone.

Half an hour later, Zhang Feng stopped the car at the door.

When I got off the bus, the waiter walked over and asked respectfully: "Are you Mr. Zhang Feng?"

Seeing Zhang Feng nodding, the waiter continued: "Mr. Zhai is waiting for you inside."

There was a playful smile on Zhang Feng's mouth, Mr. Zhai? Shouldn't it be Shao Zhai of the four princes of Kyoto?

As the waiter walked into the box.

Only Zhai Qiang was sitting on the sofa in the spacious box, waiting quietly.

Seeing Zhang Feng walking in, Zhai Qiang stood up and looked a little embarrassed. He waved to the waiter and said, "You don't need you here, go out."

After the waiter exited the room, Zhai Qiang said with a bit of embarrassment, "Zhang Feng, please sit down."

"Oh?" Zhang Feng sat on the sofa, raising his eyebrows, yin and yang said weirdly: "What? Is Shao Zhai so attentive? I am an unknown person, Zhang Feng, I can't bear it."

Zhai Qiang gritted his teeth slightly, and said: "I lose, I lose, I can humiliate me any way you like. However, I invite you over today, there is something to do."

Zhang Feng's eyes narrowed slightly to look at Zhai Qiang who was sitting opposite him.

Having not seen him for almost a month, Zhai Qiang seemed to be a different person. Although he pretended to be Young Master Pianpian, his bones revealed disgusting hypocrisy. But now Zhai Qiang seems to have become more calm, facing his own cynicism, he can still sit still.

Seeing Zhai Qiang like this, Zhang Feng became interested to know what Zhai Qiang wanted to say to himself, and said, "Zhai Qiang, let's not talk to me, I don't like that one. Let's talk about it. What do you want to say when you come to me today?"

After Zhai Qiang was silent for a moment, he said in a deep voice, "I want to take a gamble today and bet on my future."

"Huh?" With a surprised cold snort, Zhang Feng said strangely: "Do you bet your future has anything to do with me?"

"It's related! My grandfather told me since I was a child that character determines the future path, and my character determines the path is to cling!" Zhai Qiang said affirmatively.

"climb?"

"Yes! Since I want to cling to, I have to choose the object of clinging. This is a gamble. Winning or losing in the gambling is my future, and I... want to put the bet on you."

What Zhai Qiang said made Zhang Feng a joke.

He jokingly said: "Zhai Qiang, are you confused? You must have found part of my information, it is a stinky soldier. What is worth your clinging?"

"I can see that your future is definitely more than what you see! If I read it wrong, then I will lose the bet!" Zhai Qiang said.

Zhang Feng's eyebrows were also raised, and his body slightly moved forward, squinting his eyes and said: "Okay. Then tell me, why should I let you cling to me? Or why should I accept you? A reason?"