Zhang Feng sat there and finished smoking the cigarette in his hand, then threw it to the ground, stood up, stepped on it, turned his toes until the cigarette butt was gone, and then walked in the opposite direction of the King of Hell.
After walking a few steps, Zhang Feng stopped and looked at the grass not far away, ten meters away.
"Huh?" Zhang Feng laughed in a low voice, ignored it, and strolled away, walking on the dark roadside, thinking about things.
Over there in the grass were people from the National Security Bureau, Hu Xinting's men at the time. They meant no harm. In fact, Zhang Feng had already discovered it when he came here, because there was a black Accord parked five hundred meters away. Zhang Feng came from As he passed by, he saw the man's face. Although the man turned aside, Zhang Feng still recognized him. It was one of them who was sent by Hu Xinting to follow him.
When he came under the bridge here, Zhang Feng immediately knew that there was someone there, because it was in the downwind direction, and people talking in the bridge could be heard there as the wind drifted down.
However, Zhang Feng and the King of Hell spoke very carefully and in a low voice, and they could not be heard clearly even from the side.
In the middle of talking to the King of Hell, the grass in the grass flickered, and a light flashed away.
It was so obvious that Zhang Feng could avoid being discovered. If Zhang Feng hadn't seen the people in the Accord when he came, the people in the grass would have been dead or injured.
Maybe the king of hell was in a low and confused mood, so he didn't notice them, or he was too lazy to pay attention to them.
Early the next morning, Zhang Feng received a text message from the King of Hell, just one word: Come!
Zhang Feng soon arrived at the Long family compound. This place was no longer the Military Commission compound, but an old house on the outskirts of Kyoto, the Qiheyuan. It was very large. Behind the yard was a pond with flowers and plants growing around it. The landscape trees are lush and green, which makes it a good place to retire.
There is a single-lane cement road with tall plane trees on both sides of the road. There is a security booth at the gate of the yard. There is a soldier in military uniform standing there upright with a gun on his chest. Bored rifle.
Zhang Feng didn't dare to cause trouble here, and the soldiers were very cooperative in searching as much as they wanted.
"Mr. Zhang, please come in!" The soldier saluted Zhang Feng and let him go.
Zhang Feng drove in and saw that the King of Hell was already waiting there, and there was also a woman who looked dignified and virtuous. Needless to say, she was the mother of the King of Hell.
After getting off the car, Zhang Feng walked over to the woman with a smile and shouted respectfully: "Hello, aunt, I am Zhang Feng. This is the first time we meet, and I didn't bring a gift!"
"Haha, you're welcome, coming here is just like coming to your own home!" Dragon Mother said with a smile.
He looked very dignified, smiled without showing his teeth, and bowed slightly, showing a humble attitude.
"Thank you, auntie!" Zhang Feng said.
Zhang Feng had a good impression of her, and he didn't know her name. The King of Hell never told her, and Zhang Feng didn't ask. You can't ask her aunt's name now. It's so rude.
The Long family has a small population, only one generation, and very strict family rules. The Long Aiguo, the father of the King of Hell, has such a wife, and the Long family is lucky that the King of Hell has such a mother.
I can't tell how powerful she is, but she has been lurking abroad for twenty years with Long Aiguo, and she must have done great things back then.
Now she seems to be just a very ordinary housewife.
Such women can only be found in the Long family.
"Zhang Feng, your Grandpa Long is waiting for you in the backyard. Long Ao, take Zhang Feng over there. I'll prepare lunch now. Zhang Feng, what do you want to eat? Try your aunt's cooking!" Dragon Mother Bi Lihua said.
"Madman, my mother's craftsmanship is very good!" said the King of Hell.
Zhang Feng said with a smile: "Since Auntie's craftsmanship is so good, everything she cooks must be delicious. I like them all, so I don't have to choose! Just make them, Auntie!"
Zhang Feng was not polite and wanted to eat here.
"Haha, okay, you go ahead. I'll call you after it's done!" Bi Lihua said with a smile.
The King of Hell said: "Mom, will my father be back soon?"
Bi Lihua said solemnly: "I don't know about him. He hasn't called back, so we don't have to wait for him!"
"Oh!" The King of Hell responded and led Zhang Feng over: "Come on!"
"Thank you for your hard work, auntie," Zhang Feng said.
Bi Lihua smiled and nodded. The question asked by the King of Hell just now was very subtle. Zhang Feng observed Bi Lihua's expression. There was nothing strange about it, as if Long Aiguo just went out to do a simple thing.
Following the King of Hell to the backyard, under a small pavilion by the pond, an old man in his sixties was sitting on a bamboo lounge chair, reading an old book in his hand.
"Grandpa, Zhang Feng is here!" The King of Hell walked into the pavilion.
Zhang Feng seemed a little reserved, which was a sign of respect for Mr. Long: "Zhang Feng has met the old man!"
Mr. Long has a high level of seniority in front of Zhang Feng. First of all, Mr. Long is the old leader of Zhang Feng’s father, Zhang Dashan. Secondly, he is the founder of the Huangquan Team. Then he is the grandfather of the instructor of the Huangquan Team, King Yama. Finally, he is the grandfather’s seniority.
Therefore, it is appropriate for Zhang Feng to call him the old man, and it is also in line with Zhang Feng's character.
Mr. Long put it down and said, looked up at Zhang Feng and said with a smile: "Zhang Feng is here, come on, sit here!" Mr. Long pointed to the bamboo stool next to him.
Zhang Feng had no feelings for overseas Chinese and sat there.
"Grandpa, madman, you guys talk first, I'll go take a look in the front yard!"
The King of Hell left with an excuse. He knew that if he were here, Zhang Feng would not be able to say what he wanted to say.
After the King of Hell left, Zhang Feng made tea for Mr. Long, then brought the tea to Mr. Long and said: "Old man, drink it!"
Mr. Long drank and said, "Your father is much more cautious than you when doing things. Your temperament is nothing like his!"
"Old man, although he is my father, not to mention that he just gave birth to me, even if he grew up with me, my father and I are still different!" There is something in Zhang Feng's words.
How could Mr. Long not hear it? He smiled and said: "Haha, it is indeed different!"
However, there was still a hint of emotion under Mr. Long's eyes, but Zhang Feng failed to detect it.
Back then, Zhang Dashan was deeply trapped in a drug den and his life or death was uncertain. Mr. Long said he would take care of Zhang Feng but was never able to do so, leaving Zhang Feng living on the street. It was not until he grew up that he was ordered into the army. All this was done by Mr. Long. Handled by one hand.
As for Mr. Gusu, that has little to do with Mr. Long.
Speaking of which, Zhang Feng and the King of Hell are also predestined. When he entered the Huangquan team, the King of Hell was the instructor and Zhang Feng's boss, and Zhang Feng's father, Zhang Dashan, was an old subordinate of Mr. Long.
These are all closely related and contributed to the relationship between Zhang Feng and the King of Hell becoming brothers in life and death.
"Old man, your body is still very strong at your age. Do you have any tips? I don't know if I can live to your age!" Zhang Feng asked with a self-deprecating tone.