Both Wei Long and Su Qidong were taken aback by Carlos's words. They stared and opened their mouths. They had no gentlemanly demeanor. They looked like two old men blinded by tricks on the street stalls.
"The ghost killer you mentioned... is it Zhang Feng?"
Su Qidong was young and couldn't help asking.
Carlos looked serious and nodded: "Yes, I have a relationship with him, so I recognize him!"
"You... saw him there?" Su Qidong asked again.
Carlos didn't doubt that he had him, and said: "On TV!"
"..."
Su Qidong almost lifted the table, if there was one in front of him.
You had a relationship with the ghost killing god on TV, and you dared to come to Tang Du to find Zhang Feng. How could these two people be the same person? ! !
What kind of thing is Zhang Feng, can it be compared with the world's No. 1 SS-level killer
Su Qidong's expression froze with a scolding in his heart.
After all, the other party is the world's second-ranked killer. If you don't give face, you'll be too courageous.
"Mr. Carlos, who you are talking about, is really the same person as Zhang Feng from Tangdu?" Wei Long couldn't help but ask aloud.
Carlos is a white man of Portuguese descent living in Pakistan. He has a typical Western thinking, and he can't go straight and bend at all.
He nodded vigorously and said: "I know the ghost killer. A week ago, the TV news broadcast about the sinking of the Barry Princess cruise ship. Zhang Feng is the demon who grabbed the ship and killed people, and only he has the courage and ability! "
"..."
After hearing this, Wei Long and Su Qidong's expressions changed again. Just now they had a stiff expression, but now they have a frightened expression.
Zhang Feng is actually a ghost killer, the world's number one SS-level killer...
After disappearing for many years, I hide in Tangdu...
Our Su family has been fighting the world's number one killer...
If he really angered him, would the Su family be slaughtered
A series of thoughts echoed in the two people's minds, the more they thought about it, the more afraid they became, and the two shivered together.
"Don't be afraid, my purpose here is to kill the ghost killer, that is, Zhang Feng, and take the throne of the world's number one killer!"
Carlos took two steps forward, and stretched out a pair of arms that are as strong as reinforced concrete and pressed them on their shoulders.
Obviously it was comforting, but the two felt as though they were being held down by the giant claws of the prehistoric monster. Not only did the horror breath not fade away, but it became stronger.
"Mr. Carlos, what you said... is it true?"
Wei Long was still shaking, and his voice was the same.
Carlos nodded vigorously, making a solemn promise.
Su Qidong answered, "If Zhang Feng is really a ghost killer, then his strength... are you sure of it?"
Carlos still didn't hear the suspicion in the words, his face sank, showing a fierce expression, and sternly said: "I will use my strength to prove that the throne of the world's number one killer belongs to me!"
With these words, Wei Long and Su Qidong were a little relieved. After all, Carlos was not nonsense. Their strength was the second in the world.
"Don't worry, if Zhang Feng hadn't been missing for five years, I would have found him and used my strongest state to kill him!" Carlos said again, his aura becoming stronger.
Wei Long felt his aura and always felt stronger than Zhang Feng's. He couldn't help but laughed for a long time.
"Mr. Carlos, I'm relieved with you. I hope you will kill Zhang Feng as soon as possible and become the real world number one. Please, the Su family has prepared a banquet for you."
Carlos was very satisfied with Wei Long's respect. When most employers met him abroad, they were basically scared. He was more respectful but not enthusiastic, and was far inferior to the old man in front of him who was like a British butler.
"Well, I wish us a happy cooperation!" Carlos once again slapped Wei Long on the shoulder with his strong arm.
At this moment, Wei Long felt that his shoulder was gone. It didn't hurt, but he didn't feel it.
This shows that Carlos is really strong!
Hope, Zhang Feng can die in his hands.
Both parties were happy and went all the way back to Villa No. 1 of the Su family. Su Yuntian was still in the hospital and was accompanied by several important figures from the Su family and Wei Long.
That night, Carlos hurriedly went out alone to investigate Zhang Feng's whereabouts.
…
When night fell, Zhang Feng planned to accompany the women at home for a while, but in the end...
"Wife..."
"Go away, busy reading the report!"
Ye Qingxuan was busy, and Zhang Feng awkwardly left the master bedroom.
"Sister Chen..."
"This
This project must be won, and the investment can be increased to one billion US dollars... Zhang Feng, what's the matter with you? "
"No... No, just take a look."
"The next project, if you invest in a hydropower station, go to Huaxia Company, they are strong..."
Xue Chen was on the phone, and the video didn't stop. Zhang Feng left the guest room griefly, feeling that he was a useless person. If you look at Xue Chen, that's the president.
Looking at the seven Naoteng people again, Zhang Feng: "..."
The three children plus Bonnie, Luo Yina, Lin Fei, and Chang Wenxin. Seven people practiced light exercises under the pretext of chasing after each other. After a while, there was a lot of fun in the courtyard and the house. .
"I seem to be an air man!"
Zhang Feng sighed secretly and found something for himself to help Chen Yi wash the dishes.
"The sect master, what is your status? How can you enter the kitchen? From now on, this will be my place. You are not allowed to come in... Otherwise, others will gossip."
Unexpectedly, Chen Yi is also a flowery person, with a set of different things, and Zhang Feng was speechless and left silently.
"Fuck, forcing Lao Tzu to manage the dark night gate?" Zhang Feng sighed up to the sky.
If it were not for the old man who had passed away and appointed him as his successor directly before his death, he would never fight for the position of the sect master. The five-year life of resolving hostility would have made him fall in love with mediocrity, more like a " People’s lives.
Now to intervene in the internal affairs of the sect, even if it is to exercise the power of the sect master, I am afraid that a group of people will jump out and fight against themselves.
"Forget it, my strength is not strong enough. If I rush to face the Presbyterian Church, it will bring disaster to the Dark Night Gate."
Zhang Feng sighed and planned to find a place to practice alone. As soon as he looked up, he saw the light on the opposite villa and two beautiful figures in the window, performing some kind of movement neatly.
"Doing yoga?"
Zhang Feng is very curious, the dark road shouldn't be, the dark night gate's kung fu is a hundred times better than any yoga.
So, strode out of the hospital gate and went straight to the opposite villa.
After knocking on the door a few times, there was a rush of running, and then the door of the villa opened, and a beautiful figure in yoga clothes appeared.
The other party didn't speak, I didn't know if it was Siqing or Siyu.
"Are you busy?" Zhang Feng asked with a smile.
The other party tilted his head, blinked, and asked: "Sect Master, who do you guess I am?"
(End of this chapter)