Long Xiaohui was bored and wandering around the corridor in the Hongxing reception room.

My father was in the meeting room next door discussing the details of the order with the guy named Jimmy. After all, the order of more than 800 million yuan had many clauses in the contract that needed to be confirmed step by step by both parties.

The lawyers on both sides were engaged in a verbal battle, while his father and Jimmy were chatting over tea. It seemed so boring to Long Xiaohui!
Looking down from the third-floor platform, there is a large training base on the first floor. Those tough guys called the Ten Generals of Zhengxing are practicing martial arts with their disciples. It is a very exciting scene!

I heard that Zhengxing is good at both civil and martial arts. While other groups have a magnificent reception hall on the first floor, Zhengxing has a large martial arts hall connected to its first floor with a series of storefronts at the back!

Long Xiaohui leaned over and looked down curiously.

There were crowds of young people surrounding them, each with a face full of longing, wishing they could grow wings and join in.

I saw the two brothers named Wang Xiaolong and Wang Xiaohu performing the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Kicks and Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, and their energy was as strong as a tiger's.

But even though the skills seemed so impressive to outsiders, Wang Jianglong, who was in a wheelchair and was now employed as the chief consultant of Zhengxing Martial Arts, was still not satisfied: "Hey, Xiaohu, your legs are weak! How many times have I told you to kick quickly, fiercely and accurately! And Aaron, don't think that you will be worry-free just because you have practiced the Golden Bell Cover. You can't let down your palm skills! Look at my Feng Lei, who is younger than you two but has already integrated ice and fire. Every move he makes is extremely powerful! His ice and fire cyclone skills are amazing. You two are known for your palm and foot skills, but what's the use if you can't even reach a hair of your cousin!"

Wang Xiaohu leaped up to his uncle and said, "Uncle, are you exaggerating? You treated me like a treasure before, but now you treat me like a weed."

Wang Xiaolong hooked his brother's neck and said, "Of course, he found his precious son! And uncle, it's not that we can't beat Wang Fenglei, it's that he has practiced the Ice and Fire Divine Extreme Skill optimized by the boss, so naturally he will improve by leaps and bounds!"

Wang Jianglong took off his slippers and threw them at him. Without his martial arts skills, Wang Jianglong's accuracy and speed were naturally not up to par, but the Dragon and Tiger brothers deliberately let him hit them: "Brat, do you two think that the martial arts passed down in your family are not good enough?"

"Uncle, how is this possible!" Wang Xiaohu cried out in injustice.

On the other side, Wang Fenglei's hair fluttered without wind, and he folded his arms, looking cocky and showy: "You two should stop talking nonsense. You might as well use this little time to practice, otherwise you will be left to eat my exhaust gas!"

Wang Fenglei was so cool and dashing that the ignorant girls watching him screamed.

"Alei, I love you!"

"I heard that A Lei is an oppa from Korea, so funny!"

Speaking of the entire Zhengxing Group, Song Tianen is high up and doesn't like to show up in public, so Wang Fenglei is the face of the group.

His long hair doesn't need any hair wax at all, it just blows up without any wind, and with his sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, his cold temperament and brown flight jacket, his male hormones are off the charts. He is simply the most popular person, and he can attract everyone from 18-year-old girls to 40-year-old housewives!

I heard that Hong Kong now has Wang Fenglei’s fan club. If he enters the film and television industry, what will the Four Heavenly Kings do?
Wang Xiaohu pursed his lips in jealousy: "We are all Wang family members, I am not bad, okay."

Shi Heilong came over and laughed, "You are all members of the Wang family, but your taste in clothes is very different. Look at Feng Lei, wearing a leather jacket, sunglasses, and leather boots, and a head of long hair that is always kept flowing by Qi. Only a big boss can surpass him! And look at you wearing a small vest and two clips. You look so tacky. You can tell at a glance that you are a poor guy. Hong Kong girls are very realistic!"

Wang Xiaohu pointed at his nose and said, "I'm poor! Not to mention the 100,000 Hong Kong dollars my boss gives me every month, even the spoils of the Big Dragon Head in one battle were as much as 10 million Hong Kong dollars. How can I be called poor?"

Song Tianen is extremely generous to his subordinates!

Ordinary disciples received the average salary in Hong Kong, but if they became direct disciples, they would not only receive a monthly salary of over 10,000 yuan, but also receive all kinds of insurance and share the spoils of war. This income level was already higher than that of all white-collar workers in Hong Kong. In the last battle in Yau Ma Tei, almost everyone received a dividend of over 3 million yuan.

As for the ten generals of Zhengxing, at this level, they not only have super high salaries, but also Zhengxing Development stock options to share dividends. It can be said that as long as they can be promoted to the level of the direct line of Zhengxing, it will not be a problem for them to own a house and a car in Hong Kong within three years! In terms of martial arts, they can also become superior warriors, their status and position will be greatly improved, and they will have style and aura when they go out.

So there is no telling how many young talents have signed up to join Zhengxing! At least every one of the young people watching here wants to join.

But Zhengxing has extremely strict requirements, and both foundation and character are essential.

The topic went off topic, Shi Heilong shook his finger: "You want me to know how much money you have, but I don't know how much water you have? You have to let those pretty girls know!"

"Why? I don't think there's anything wrong with what I'm wearing. I've been wearing it like this for the past 20 years. It's comfortable and breathable. If you let me wear a suit all the time, I'll suffocate!"

Several people rolled their eyes. Zheng Xing is very popular in Hong Kong right now. There are so many pretty girls, foreign girls, celebrities, and ladies from famous families who are keeping their eyes on the single men in the club. It is a good opportunity to show your masculinity, but you are wearing big shorts and flip-flops. Even if you are a handsome guy, you will scare those pretty girls away.

"Damn it, Ah Hu, you are hopeless!"

"Black Dragon, aren't you the same?"

"I only have martial arts in my heart, not women!"

"Hey! What are you two whispering about? Since Boss Song has entrusted me to be the chief instructor of Zhengxing, I have to keep a close eye on you! What are you standing there for? Come over here and continue practicing!"
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Long Xiaohui withdrew her gaze. She had no interest in fighting and killing, so she lost interest after just taking a few glances.

"Hey!" Long Xiaohui didn't know when he walked to a fire escape. The door of the fire escape was open because someone was cleaning it.

Full of curiosity, Long Xiaohui prepared to climb to the top floor to take a look. It is said that the top floor is the office of Zhengxing’s boss Song Tianen, but there is no direct elevator.

Naturally, Long Xiaohui would not miss such a good opportunity.

Climb up the stairs like a thief.

"Wow! So grand!" Long Xiaohui, who walked out of the fire escape, was like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden.

It turns out that the entire top floor of Zhengxing is Song Tianen’s exclusive space.

The extremely precious marble airlifted from Arabia is radiant, and the crystal chandelier, half a person's height, flickers with soft light.

These luxurious decorations are only a part of it. The truly exaggerated ones are the two-meter-high glass cabinets, which are filled with rare weapons.

For example, the Yanluoduo twisted into a ball by the deadly old demon, the King Kong Dragon Slaying Sword with the dragon head broken into two sections, the tiger fingers of the river-turning dragon, the carbonized and burnt human skin of the Crocodile Taisui, and the various strange weapons of the other twelve dragons of the Tyrant Dragon Gang.
There is a group of people in this world who like to collect various hunting creatures, pluck their fur and use it to make nitrate to prove their bravery.

However, Song Tianen has a habit of collecting the unique weapons of his defeated opponents.

Even Long Xiaohui, who knew nothing, was secretly amazed. At this time, a voice like weeping and complaining came faintly from a secret room.

Long Xiaohui was not a child, so of course he knew what the sound was. His face turned red and he spat lightly.

Just as I was about to turn around, my feet seemed to be stuck with glue. I took off my high heels, tiptoed like a cat, and slowly walked towards the room where the sound came from.

The door was not locked. Long Xiaohui gently pushed it open a crack and put her eyes close to it. But what happened inside made her pupils tremble!
The beautiful female reporter from Hong Kong Daily, Su Biqi, whom I had seen downstairs before, was like a crazy bronco rider, with her big wavy hair floating back and forth on her snow-white back.

"Brother Tian En!"

Long Xiaohui covered his mouth with both hands, not daring to breathe. He wanted to get away, but his legs were already weak and it was difficult for him to take a step.

At this moment, a sentence suddenly came out from the room, which almost scared her to death.

“It must have been fun to watch it for so long!”

Then, the next second, Long Xiaohui was picked up in the air by Song Tianen using the dragon-catching power as if he was flying in the clouds!
Song Tianen pushed the unconscious Su Biqi away.

The dragon-like divine object almost made Long Xiaohui faint on the spot.

Only then did Long Xiaohui realize that he had unknowingly fallen into Song Tianen's arms.

Long Xiaohui, whose face was already covered with red clouds, did not dare to look into Song Tianen's electric eyes. She said shyly and fearfully, "Brother Tianen, I...I didn't mean to do that. I...I got lost."

Song Tianen hooked Long Xiaohui's round chin with his finger.

"Oh? Is it such a coincidence? I don't believe it! You said you interrupted my good thing, how are you going to compensate me?"

"I, I, I give you money?"

"I'm sorry, I should be richer than you. Think about it, what is the most precious thing in your possession? Why not use it to compensate me?"

"What is the most precious thing?" Long Xiaohui was puzzled, but when she realized it, her ears turned red. She was extremely shy and said softly, "It's not impossible."

Just when Long Xiaohui was ready, Song Tianen smiled evilly and waved his hand gently. Long Xiaohui screamed and then flew into the air as if free from gravity, and the clothes on his body fell off like petals.

Long Xiaohui quickly used both hands to protect his vital parts, and quickly crossed his legs, which were as good as those of a supermodel.

This girl has been practicing dance since she was young. Her figure is extremely graceful and flexible. Song Tianen believes that with a little development, she can become an excellent figure.

Looking at the shy expression on her face, how could she not know that she was still a "novice"?

Immediately, he put down the cigar in his hand, and at the same time, he used the method of lightening his body, floated into the air, and gently hugged Xiaohui.

Xiaohui's whole body was shaking as if it had been electrocuted.

Song Tianen whispered in his ear: "Don't be afraid, relax! Feizhen, you must have never tried it before, let me take you to paradise."

"Ok!"
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Not to mention Song Tianen who was negotiating a 10 billion dollar business in Hong Kong, let's just talk about the Rakshasa Demon Girl who was severely injured by his Fire Cloud Palm. She was afraid to disappoint her adoptive father, Fire Cloud Evil God, so she didn't dare to go back home. The Rakshasa Cult has a zero-tolerance attitude towards losers, especially since Song Tianen was seriously injured without even knowing his bottom line. The Rakshasa Girl had a hunch that Fire Cloud Evil God would definitely scold them as idiots and trash!
This was indeed the case. The information transmitted by the Rakshasa Demon Girl from the headquarters in Japan stated that the Stick Demon had died, the Demon Girl had failed, and the two branches in South Korea and Hong Kong had been wiped out one after another. This made the Fire Cloud Evil God even more furious, and he became furious!
How could the evil girl dare to return to Kyoto after this? She had to fly thousands of miles to the Evil Fist Do headquarters in Seoul, South Korea, escorted by her personal guards. First, she had to find a way to persuade Wang Haijiao to help her force out the Nine Yang True Qi from her body, and then find a way to use Wang Haijiao's force to eliminate Song Tianen and make up for her mistake!
A frozen seafood truck was driving on Seoul's outer island ring road. At this time, the compressor outside the car was running frantically, but a large amount of steam was still rising.

This strange scene naturally aroused the curiosity of passing vehicles, but this car seemed to have been warned, and even when it was speeding along in the emergency lane, no one came to stop it.

After driving for several hours, the Rakshasa Demon Woman's convoy just set foot on the island where the headquarters of the Evil Fist Sect was located.

"stop!"

"If you take one more step forward, you will be killed without mercy!"

On both sides of the road, more than a dozen direct disciples of the Evil Fist Dao rushed out, holding guns and blocking the convoy!

Click, click, the bolt of the automatic rifle was pulled, and the muzzle was aimed at the Rakshasa convoy.

呲!
Several cars braked suddenly, and the tires rubbed against the ground, producing a lot of thick smoke.

The Blue Oni Knight, Takaya Tamaki, was born into a Japanese noble family. He was also one of the Six Knights of the Rakshasa Cult and held high power. He had never had a gun pointed at his head before, so he immediately lost his temper and activated his killing tactic to kill people in a rage.

The Red Ghost Knight sitting in the passenger seat quickly pressed down the Blue Ghost Knight's arm: "Tamaki-san! The lady's injury is the most important, don't be impulsive."

"Hmph!" The Blue Ghost Knight snorted coldly and turned his head away, keeping quiet.

The Red Ghost Knight opened the car door and was about to take something out of his pocket.
The highly nervous Evil Fist disciple raised his gun and aimed at the Red Ghost Knight: "What do you want to do?! Pull your hands out of your pockets, or we will shoot!"

The Red Ghost Knight laughed: "Don't be so nervous, I am a very good friend of your dojo's Three Evil Spears Senior Brother."

Hearing that the Red Ghost Knight on the opposite side, who had red hair and a strange appearance, looking neither yellow nor white, could actually call out the name of the senior brother's Three Evil Halberds, the team leader with guns raised his left hand, and the brothers raised their guns a little. However, if the Red Ghost Knight and his group made any unusual movements, these people would still shoot without mercy.

"Hey, red-haired ghost, what evidence do you have that you know my third senior brother?"

The Red Ghost Knight pulled out a thick stack of US dollars from his pocket and stuffed it into the hands of the roadblocking captain: "Does Franklin count as evidence?"

The captain had never seen so many US dollars before. His eyes widened immediately. "Enough! It's absolutely enough!"

(Reporter Su Biqi) (End of this chapter)