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"Paralysis, who are you so special, what do you mean?"

A little brother who didn't open his eyes stepped forward to grab Sun Feixiong's clothes.

"Snapped!"

The prince brother knew the Lord, and raised his hand to shake his little brother's mouth: "You are blind to the dog's eyes, do you know who this is? This is Sun Shao."

Sun Shao?

He heard that it was Sun Feixiong, one of the four young masters of Dongzhou. The little brother had suffered a dumb loss and hurriedly hid.

"Young Master Sun, is there anything wrong?"

The prince smiled and asked: "If you are here to celebrate your birthday, please come to your seat."

"What kind of birthday, I'm here to make someone."

Sun Feixiong lit a cigarette and spouted smoke on his face with disdain: "Hehe, return the mountains and rivers and rule the world? Sand sculpture stuff, let's talk about the sun tomorrow."

"Young Master Sun, let's not celebrate the festival."

"If my little brother is living today, can't I just sit down and have a drink?" The prince didn't want to turn his face, and tried his best to make peace.

"Give you face, what are you?"

"I'm asking you, what kind of dragon is that..." Sun Feixiong put his cigarette finger on his forehead.

"Chen Feilong!" Da Liu was worthy of following for many years and quickly reminded.

"Yes, Chen Feilong is yours." Sun Feixiong asked.

"Chen Feilong, who is it?"

The prince brother obviously didn't know these small characters.

"Ha ha."

"He came to give you a gift an hour ago, did you pretend that I don't know him?" Sun Feixiong poked the crown prince in the chest uncomfortably.

The prince brother was very shameless and tried his best to control his anger: "Who knows Chen Feilong."

Immediately a Ma Tsai stood up: "The one at Qidaokou is the new Ma Tsai under my hall."

"Brother Xiong, Chen Feilong is my person, did he commit anything?" asked the prince.

"It's right to be yours."

"Made, you, you have all taken away." Sun Feixiong waved his name.

Da Liu stepped forward to grab the little hall master.

The little hall master struggled to refuse: "Fuck, what do you mean, prince brother, are we being bullied like this?"

"Brother Xiong, you don't want to talk to me if you come here. That's not good."

The prince smiled coldly and picked up a wine bottle in his hand.

"I did it for you! Dog-like things!" Sun Feixiong slapped his hand up.

Snapped!

The slap was so fragile that the crown prince's earrings were all knocked off.

"Made, the surname is Sun."

"This is Lao Tzu's territory, respect you, call you a male brother, disrespect you, you are a fart."

"Cut him off for Lao Tzu!"

The prince brother couldn't bear it, and finally broke out when he threw the bottle.

More than a dozen horses fetched bottles and choppers and greeted them.

Liu and others have yet to get started.

Ding Ye has already rushed to make a shot.

Roar!

This master of internal refining, pushing with both palms, the tiger roared out.

More than a dozen horses knocked into the air like confetti, and even the wall of the KTV box was collapsed.

Only one move, ended.

"Puff!"

The prince who was still clamoring, his legs softened and knelt directly.

"God horse stuff!"

Sun Feixiong spat in disdain, and Big Liu carried his prince's shirt and tie out like a baby boy.

Your Excellency Mingyue.

Li Honggan tensed his face and kept looking at his pocket watch.

The time Jiang Han gave him was one hour.

The time he gave Chen Wancheng was half an hour.

With his understanding of the strength of the division, half an hour should be able to complete the task.

But after all, it was the first mission, and he was still a little worried, for fear that something went wrong.

"Three minutes are left, are these rascals okay?"

"Also remind the old man."

Li Hongqian gave orders to Heibo.

"Boom!"

Gunships and locomotives broke the tranquility of the long street.

"Here, here comes!" Heibo was overjoyed.

Shi Meng, Qi Dakai, and Wang Shuang jumped off the jeep.

"Wang Shuang, commander of the Xiaolong Team in the Jiangdong Dongzhou Division, has seen Gong Li."

"Black Panther Corps commander Shi Meng has seen Gong Li."

"Flying Eagle Qi Da pays respects to Gong Li."

The three people kneeled on one knee with their left knees, with their right hands holding their chests in a respectful greeting.

Li Hongqian nodded slightly and raised his hand to signal the three of them to get up.

"Everyone has it, stand at attention!"

Wang Shuang turned around and shouted.

All the special forces soldiers stood up at the same time and saluted Li Honggan.

Li Hongqian also raised his hand in return.

"Bring people up!" Wang Shuang shouted.

Immediately, the sergeant pushed the four young gangsters forward.

"Very good, the task is done well, let's close the team." Li Honggan said lightly.

"Yes!"

Affirmed, the trio commander secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The sergeants evacuated the Long Street in an orderly manner like flowing water.

"Bring in!"

Li Honggan waved his hand, and immediately a servant dragged the four into Mingyue Pavilion.

Inside Mingyue Pavilion.

Jiang Han was sitting on the top and drinking tea.

"Mr. Jiang, the people are here. It took 28 and a half minutes." Li Honggan looked at his watch and said.

"Gong Li worked hard." Jiang Han nodded.

"do you know me?"

Jiang Han put down the tea cup and walked to the four of them.

Brother Feilong and the others were so scared that they were out of their minds at this time, so there was no way to say anything.

"Mr. Jiang is asking you something, answer!" Hei Bo shouted sharply.

"Yes Yes!"

"No... I don't know!"

Brother Feilong raised his head and glanced at Jiang Han, vaguely familiar.

"Do you know him?" Jiang Han showed his cell phone.

Brother Feilong knows this person.

A middle-aged man with a beep.

In the evening, their elder brothers had just beaten up this stuff, so they naturally remembered it.

"He is my dad." Jiang Lian said coldly.

"what!"

Brother Feilong turned around.

Since ancient times, I have insulted my father's hatred, and I don't share the sky. Today, I am dead.

"Mr. Jiang, I'm sorry."

"I'm blind, I'm not a human, I'm a beast, I'm damned!"

"Please, don't kill me, I really know I was wrong."

Several people knelt down and begged for mercy, crying into a ball.

Jiang Han's face was full of frost, and he walked out with a sneer.

"Go, a bunch of stupid pigs."

Heibo kicked Feilong hard.

When he got downstairs, Jiang Han got in the car first.

Heibo escorted the four of Feilong into the back car, and the group went straight to the rental house.

Rental house.

Zhang Qingsong is healing Jiang Jianguo by the method of golden needles.

A wealthy middle-aged man was sitting beside him, watching respectfully.

"Dean Zhou, this is."

Li Guimei cautiously served tea to the middle-aged man, and asked in a low voice.

She doesn't know Zhang Qingsong, but she knows middle-aged people.

To be precise, everyone in Dongzhou knows it.

Zhou Zhiping, director of Xihua Hospital.

"He is my mentor, Mr. Zhang Qingsong, the genius doctor of the Long Kingdom." Zhou Zhiping was a little nervous.

To be precise, he was just a lecture given by Zhang Qingsong.

As far as students are concerned, they are still not quite qualified.

"He, he is what the news said, the old genius doctor who keeps the golden needle alive?"

Li Guimei is always okay, but also makes funny sounds. Among the ten great gods of the Long Kingdom, it seems that there is this old gentleman.

"Exactly!" Zhou Zhiping nodded.

"This this!"

Li Guimei was excited and didn't know what to say.

"Brother sister, hush!" Zhou Zhiping made a silent gesture.

Li Guimei hurriedly covered her mouth and sat aside.

With a cup of tea, Zhang Qingsong used golden needles to dredge the bruises and swelling on Jiang Jianguo's face.

"Mr. Jiang, how do you feel?" Zhang Qingsong cleaned his hands, holding a tea bowl and asked with a kind smile.

"Thank you Zhang Lao, I, I don't hurt anymore, it's cool and comfortable."

"Thank you, the old genius doctor for treating my family, Jianguo, thank you, thank you."

The old couple were both honest people, and Li Guimei whimpered and was about to kneel to Zhang.

"You can't, you can't, it's just a matter of effort, you are old man Zhesha."

This frightened Zhang Qingsong and quickly helped Li Guimei up.

"Mr. Zhang, dare to ask, you, why did you come to our door."

"Look at our condition, it's really..."

Li Guimei uneasily handed over the prepared red envelope.

Jiang Jianguo sighed secretly.

Why was he beaten up, and he was arguing about the fare with a few gangsters. Isn't he just trying to earn some renovation money for his son?

With this trauma, he wanted to carry it. It will be fine in a few days, so he won't go to the hospital to spend money.

Unexpectedly, the dean and genius doctor would come to the door to treat the illness.

He is a genius doctor, how is this money settled?

If you give too much, you don’t have one at home, and if you give too little, you are afraid of offending people.