The Only Magician on Earth

   A group of police officers rushed forward, twisting and tying the man who was kicked to the ground by Gu Feng.

  The other person who was shot and killed was doing a scene recording video.

   Seeing that the general situation was set, the middle-aged man in the lead retracted the pistol into the holster slung on the side of his body. He stretched out his big hand towards Gu Feng:

   "You're a good guy! Kong Wu of the Haicheng Punishment Brigade, thank you for your help in our work! If it wasn't for you, maybe these drug dealers would have run away!"

"Gu Feng." Gu Feng smiled, first introduced himself, and extended his hand as well, "You're welcome! Every good citizen should do something brave. As for the fact that you killed the gangster just now and saved my life in disguise, I will not thank you. Yes. Because, this gangster was originally driven by you, and the source of the matter is you. I don't want to owe someone a life for nothing."

  Kong Wu did not expect Gu Feng to speak so straightforwardly, he was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed:

   "No thanks! No thanks! It is indeed our dereliction of duty that endangers you!"

   "Of course it's your dereliction of duty! Do you know that if it wasn't for my friend's skill, I almost became a hostage of the gangsters just now!"

   An angry voice made Guan Zishao blushed and turned to walk out.

   "President Guan, why are you!" Kong Wu just focused his attention on Gu Feng, and then he noticed that the one who almost became a hostage turned out to be President Guan of Hundred Flowers Group.

   Regardless of the background of the Guan family or the importance of Baihua Group to Haicheng, Guan Zishao was almost injured in the investigation and handling of the case, and this matter has become a big deal.

   "Humph!" Guan Zishao snorted coldly, looking like he was too lazy to pay attention to the other party, turned to Gu Feng, and immediately changed to a nervous expression, "Gu Feng, are you alright?"

   As he said that, he pulled Gu Feng's arm and looked up and down, as if he would not stop until he found something wrong.

   "It's okay! How can a little gangster hurt me!" Gu Feng looked indifferent.

   Seeing that Gu Feng was not injured, Guan Zishao breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved.

Beside   , Kong Wu was stunned.

   Is this President Guan of Baihua Group? Wouldn't it be a guy who looked the same?

   Although Guan Zishao is not an iceberg beauty, he has always kept a certain distance from all men. Reserved, classical... This is the generally accepted impression of Guan Zishao by people in the circle.

   Pulling a man's arm directly like today, with a concerned expression on his face... If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Kong Wu would never have believed it was a fact.

  Well, it should be fine? This man is too young, he looks like he is only seventeen or eighteen years old... But, it seems that Mr. Guan is only twenty-two or three years old? Not impossible.

  Kong Wu suddenly discovered that he, a big man, even started to gossip.

   "Go, let's eat somewhere else!"

   Looking at the blood on the ground, Guan Zishao frowned. As for the corpse not far away, the courage to look directly is lacking.

"it is good!"

   Antiquity doesn't really matter. He has also experienced more **** things, but, other people can't stand it, and of course he can't appear different.

   "Please wait a moment." Seeing this, Kong Wu hurriedly spoke.

   However, just after saying these words, Guan Zishao frowned and cut off:

   "What? Captain Kong still wants to invite us to dinner?"

   "Uh..." Kong Wu was startled, he could naturally hear the meaning of Guan Zishao's words.

  According to the procedure, Gufeng, etc. should be written down. If it was an ordinary person, Kong Wu would naturally invite him to the Jing Bureau unceremoniously, but Guan Zishao obviously did not intend to go, and forced the Guan family?

never mind! Although Kong Wu is a deputy, he still wants to work for two more days!

   can only laugh dryly:

   "Since Mr. Guan has something to do, you should be busy first. When I have time later, I will come to the door in person and ask this friend of Mr. Guan to help me make a record."

   "No problem!" Gu Feng nodded.

   Although it was only a one-sided relationship, he had a good impression of Kong Wu. This man speaks straightforwardly, and there is no danger in his eyes, which is more in line with the appetite of the ancient style. As long as it's not too much trouble, Gu Feng doesn't mind doing me a favor.

  Kong Wu naturally heard the meaning, smiled gratefully, and sincerely thanked him.

   Several people left and found another restaurant. Although it can't compare with Yanfeng Building, the grade is not low, and the environment is clean and elegant.

   While Guan Zishao was going to the bathroom, Gu Yimin looked at Gu Feng and said slowly:

   "Boy, it's good to stretch out your hand! When did you learn it? Even Lao Tzu has deceived it."

   "Hey!" Gu Feng smiled, "It was two years ago, when you were just in prison, I met an ancient martial artist and taught me some foreign martial arts."

  Gu Feng knew that his skills would be exposed sooner or later, and he had already made an excuse. This is dealing with the father, but also a temptation.

  Gu Yimin was in prison, but the three eyes could not be fished out, which is rather strange in itself. When facing the gangsters today, Gu Yimin's movements were not noticed by others, but Gu Feng could see clearly.

   "Oh? Ancient Warriors? What's your name? Which sect?"

  Gu Yimin did not ask what an ancient warrior was, but directly asked the other party's name and sect. Gu Feng immediately understood in his heart, it seems that his cheap old man is not a simple person.

   "You know the ancient warriors?"

   Looking at Gu Feng's eyes, Gu Yimin suddenly felt fooled, was a little startled, and said:

   "Oh, the situation in prison is complicated, everyone has it, just happened to hear about it!"

  Gu Yimin didn’t want to tell the truth, and Gu Feng didn’t ask questions.

"So that's how it is! The person who taught me Kung Fu didn't say what his name was, and he didn't reveal his identity. He just said that everything happens according to fate. Floating away, disappeared without a trace."

   "Well! It's really impossible to speculate on common sense when someone outside the world acts."

  Gu Yimin didn't know if he believed it, but he didn't continue to ask anyway.

   At this moment, Guan Zishao just returned to the private room, and the two immediately changed the subject.

   It was more than four o'clock after dinner. However, in summer, the days are long and the nights are short, and it is still early at four o'clock.

   "Does Uncle Gu have a suitable place to live? I have a vacant house nearby. Uncle Gu can live in first if he wants." Guan Zishao sent an invitation.

   "No need! The nest I rented has four rooms, and it's okay for the two of us to stay for a while." Gu Feng refused for the cheap dad.

   At the same time, I thought to myself, maybe it’s time to buy a house.

  Before, it was because there was no plan to settle in Haicheng. However, now that Dad came out, the situation was different. In any case, the old man must have a stable foothold.

   "Don't worry about me, I want to live in the old house for a while. I haven't seen your mother for more than two years, now it's time to accompany her!" Gu Yimin's voice was a little low.

   Gu Feng also felt sad in his heart.

   He knew from the memory of his predecessor that his father, Gu Yimin, and his mother, Bai Bingbing, had an excellent relationship. Knowing that his mother had an incurable disease, he just wanted to let her live for two more months. My father gave up his face and borrowed money from all friends who could borrow money. When he couldn't borrow money, he finally took the blame for others and put himself in prison.

   "How long has it been since you went to see your mother? Come back with me!" Gu Yimin patted Gu Feng's head.

   "Okay!" Gu Feng nodded.

The predecessor of    often went back to worship his mother, but since the ancient style crossed over, it has not been there once.