Qinglong Club headquarters, in the lobby of a luxurious villa.

Twelve men in black suits stood straight, and their bodies exuded a sharp aura, like a demon standing in the hall.

On the steps in front of the hall, there are three thrones that seem to be made of gold. These are the dragon thrones that only the three leaders of the Qinglong Society can be qualified to sit on.

The throne in the middle is empty, and the two thrones next to them are two lazy figures sitting. Their faces look exactly the same. The only difference is that they are wearing two completely different clothes, one black and one white, with a long flowing hair. One person's long hair is white, and the other person's long hair is black. He beats his head, as if he is asleep. Their faces are covered by their long flowing hair, and they cannot see their faces clearly.

Theirs are two of the three leaders of the Qinglong Society, the second one, Hei Wuchang and the third one, Bai Wushuang.

Only outsiders know their identities and strength.

Liang Quanhan and Yang Jiu stood in the hall, lowered their heads, and did not even dare to show off their atmosphere. They stood quietly in the hall. As time passed, cold sweat gradually emerged on their foreheads.

I don’t know how long it took, Bai Wushuang, who was asleep with his chin on his side, slowly opened his eyes and stared at Liang Quanhan and Yang Jiu who were standing respectfully in the hall below. A cold voice came from his mouth: “Fourth Lao, let’s give you the things in the club to take care of, and you’ve made it like this?”

As Bai Wushuang's voice sounded, there seemed to be a chill flowing in the hall.

"There can't be entirely blamed on Quanhan. It's really because the other party is too strong and bullying too much. However, Quanhan is also wrong, causing the gang to suffer heavy losses. I'd like to ask the white leader to punish him."

Upon hearing this, Liang Quanhan burst into cold sweat on his forehead, holding his fist, gritting his teeth and gritting his teeth.

"This matter is all Yang Jiu's responsibility, so please give the White Chief a heavy responsibility."

Seeing this, Yang Jiu, who was covered in wounds, said with a fist.

Hearing the words of the two, Bai Wushuang frowned slightly. He could abolish the Eight-Fist Slave and beat Liang Quanhan and Yang Jiu like this. The opponent's strength was indeed extraordinary. A cold voice came from Bai Wushuang's mouth: "Tell me the story in detail."

So Liang Quanhan explained the story in detail.

After listening to Liang Quanhan’s story, Bai Wushuang’s face looked extremely ugly, with shock and horror on his face.

Countless Hei Wuchang stood up from his sleep and looked directly at Liang Quanhan. An incredible voice came from his mouth: "What did you say? Even Young Master Ou is not the opponent of that guy, and he was finally defeated by serious injuries?"

The two of them knew very well that Young Master Ou was very terrifying, and even more so that Young Master Ou was defeated by Young Master Ou.

Bai Wushuang and Hei Wuchang looked at each other, and they could see the shock in each other's eyes. Their faces were extremely difficult to see. They looked at Yang Jiu and Liang Quanhan below, and a cold voice came from their mouths: "Is there any other news?"

"Two leaders, these are the information files of the person who injured us. Please check it out by your master."

Liang Quanhan respectfully handed over the information he had prepared long ago.

After reading the information handed over by Liang Quanhan, a indifferent voice came from Bai Wushuang and Hei Wuchang's mouths: "Go down."

"Thank you!"

Hearing this, Liang Quanhan and Yang Jiu breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly retreated respectfully.

Looking at the disappearing backs of Liang Quanhan and Yang Jiu, Bai Wushuang and Hei Wuchang looked at each other, then walked out of the villa, sat down and took a Rolls-Royce Phantom to leave at a very fast speed.

...

Half an hour later, Bai Wushuang and Hei Wuchang appeared by the Sujiang River

Beside them was a fishing woman who wrapped her perfect figure in a casual sportswear, wearing a sun hat, her natural long golden hair fell behind with a ponytail, sat on a bamboo stool, holding a fishing rod in her hand, staring at the front, leaving Bai Wushuang and Hei Wuchang with a flawless side face.

"What's up?"

Before Bai Wushuang and Hei Wuchang could speak, a cold voice came from the woman's mouth.

She just returned from the mission and it was not easy to have time to rest, but she was disturbed and was naturally unhappy.

"President, something big happened last night."

Hei Wuchang took a deep breath and said slowly as he heard the woman's words.

"explain."

The woman's voice was still cold.

So Hei Wuchang relayed Liang Quanhan's words and finally asked for advice: "The Eight-Fist Slave was destroyed, Yang Jiu was seriously injured, Liang Quanhan was injured, and even Young Master Ou was injured by the other party. What should I do next? Please give me advice from the president."

“Advice?”

Hearing Hei Wuchang's words, a trace of sneer appeared on the woman's face, and a faint voice came from her mouth: "Give me the information about that person."

Upon hearing this, Hei Wuchang respectfully handed over the information in his hand.

Looking at the information file in his hand, a dazzling cold light suddenly burst out from the woman's eyes, and a cold smile appeared on her beautiful cheeks, and murderous intent was lingering: "You don't have to worry about this matter, leave it to me."

"In addition, the Seven Evil Society and the Red Eagle Society have launched an alliance invitation to the other two nearby gangs to discuss the plan and strategy of annexing the Black Wolf Society and the Qingyun Society. Will we go then?"

"What do you think?"

A fierce murderous intent bloomed in the woman's eyes.

...

Yuelang Hotel.

After work, Lan Feng sat on the sofa, watching the TV series boredly, but thought about other things in his mind, and his brows were frowning from time to time.

“Buzz buzz…”

At this moment, Lan Feng's cell phone vibrated. Lan Feng picked up the cell phone and looked at it, but found that it was Lei Bao's call, and a hint of doubt appeared on his face.

After a moment of silence, Lan Feng pressed the answer button of the phone.

"Brother Feng."

As soon as the phone was connected, Lei Bao's respectful voice came from the phone.

"Why did you remember to call me? If you have something to come to me?"

Lan Feng spoke with a smile.

Lei Bao, opposite the phone, fell silent, and then slowly spoke: "Brother Feng, the Seven Evil Society, and the Red Eagle Society have already launched a hero association from the gangs with good relationships with them. The purpose is to form an alliance with other gangs and discuss the annexation strategies and interests of the Black Wolf Society and Qingyun Society."

"Oh? Is there any specific time?"

A faint smile appeared on Lan Feng's face. If this is the case, isn't that the best time to annex these gangs?

“Not yet.”

Lei Bao pondered for a while and said.

"Is that true? Have you done all the other preparations?"

Lan Feng thought for a while and said.

"Not yet, Chu Bing from the Crazy Soldiers Association refused to borrow the opportunity, and encountered some trouble." Lei Bao's solemn voice came from the phone: "And maybe Qinglong Club will also participate in this time. Even if Brother Feng, you will deal with their senior management, our staff will still be a bit insufficient. Whether it is the number of people or the powerful generals of the gang, they are far behind them. I originally planned to convince Chu Bing from the Crazy Soldiers Association to form an alliance with us, but I didn't expect that guy would not eat the soft and hard food, and would not get in."

Upon hearing this, Lan Feng fell into deep thought. He ignored the current strength of the Black Wolf Society and the Qingyun Society. If he wanted to fight against the Qinglong Society, the Seven Evil Society and the Red Match Society at the same time, the Black Wolf Society and the Qingyun Society did not have room to compete. He picked up the cup on the coffee table, drank a tea, and then said slowly: "If you add the Crazy Soldier Society, how sure are you?"

"In addition, the Crazy Soldiers will launch a raid, and we are 65% sure. After all, the other three gangs are not jealous. Over the years, they have their own backgrounds." Lei Bao, who was opposite the phone, thought for a while and said.

"Sixty-half percent?" A trace of light flashed in Lan Feng's eyes, and then a light smile appeared on his face. A faint voice came from his mouth: "Don't worry, just leave this matter to me. As for the Crazy Soldier Association, tell me the address of their headquarters and I'll go there in person. I want to see how much Chu Bing you are talking about is not in."

"call."

Listening to Lan Feng's words, Lei Bao on the opposite side breathed a long sigh, pondered for a moment and said, "Brother Feng, why don't I go there with you?"

Lan Feng stood up, walked to the balcony beside him, and looked at the scenery in the distance. A faint voice came from his mouth: "No need, I'll go there later. I'll send someone to your green bar to find you. You and him have other things to do."

"If you have any questions, Brother Feng will arrange it."

Lei Bao's slightly excited voice came from the phone.

"He will tell you what you need to do in a moment, and you will follow his arrangements."

Lan Feng smiled and said, as if he had thought of something, he continued, "By the way, haven't the Eight Fist Nu and the others come to find you?"

Hearing this, Lei Bao, opposite the phone, fell silent again. After pondering for a while, he slowly spoke: "I have already seen them in the afternoon."

"Oh? How is it? Is there something interesting happening?"

Lan Feng asked with a smile. Since fighting with the Eight Fist Slaves, Lan Feng felt their extraordinaryness. I guess Lei Bao and Eight Fist Slaves had an extremely unpleasant encounter with each other. After all, the eight people had a high arrogance in their hearts.

"I had a fight with them. Eight of them were injured, so I didn't do anything to me." Lei Bao paused and continued, "It's extremely difficult to subdue eight of them, but Brother Feng, don't worry, I will definitely not let your expectations down."

Lei Baoshen knew Lan Feng's intention to ask the Eight-Fist Slave to find him, so he cared about this matter very much, and he really wanted to include the Eight-Fist Slave in the Black Wolf Club. After all, these eight people are extremely powerful.

Lan Feng nodded with a smile, but was slightly surprised. He did not expect that Lei Bao could actually tie with the Eight-Fist Slave. In Lan Feng's eyes, Lei Bao's strength can only be considered medium, and there is a huge gap compared to the violent bear. The reason why Lan Feng admires Lei Bao is not because of his strength, but because of his courage and broad mind.

"I trust you."

Lan Feng nodded with a smile, chatted with Lei Bao for a few more words, and then hung up the phone.

As soon as the phone rang out, Lan Feng received a message from Lei Bao. Looking at the address above, a faint smile appeared on Lan Feng's face.

Then, Lan Feng edited a message to Zhu Xiong with his mobile phone, and then walked out of the room.
Chapter completed!