In a common apartment in Queensland.

Chen Chao, who came back from the Qing Gang, took a bath and lay comfortably on the big bed. He tossed and turned a little bored, and couldn't help but think of the most beautiful young woman Pan Ying. Chen Chao found that he was actually obsessed with the smell of her. This was the first time he had experienced seducing a woman.

While he was thinking about it, the cell phone on the bed suddenly rang. Chen Chao looked at the telephone, quickly sat up straight, and answered the phone.

"Uncle Jiang."

"Chen Chao, how is that boy Zhang Moqian's condition recently?" A calm and steady voice came from one end of the phone.

"It's good, you have money to make money and beauties to accompany you. His life is so comfortable. I don't know how many times better than me, a poor loser." Chen Chao said with a chuckle.

"It is not easy to take down southern Yunnan in a short time." Uncle Jiang said: "He offended many enemies. Chen Chao, please remind him to be careful."

"Uncle Jiang, please remind him yourself." Chen Chao smiled and said, "Why always make yourself so ruthless? If you asked me to be undercover in the Qing Gang, wouldn't you just give me an identity and help Zhang Moqian? Uncle Jiang, my task is to help Zhang Moqian take southern Yunnan?"

The other end of the phone was silent for a while and said, "Don't tell the truth to that boy. He is too principled in this regard. If you help him as a friend, he will accept it happily. If he knew that you were sent by me to help him specifically, he would not accept it."

"I know, I understand Mo Qian's character, and I won't tell him." Chen Chao grinned, "Don't worry, Uncle Jiang, I will work hard to help your future son-in-law. When he enters the Yangtze River Delta, I will also find an excuse to go to the Yangtze River Delta to help him. Who made us brothers of life and death!"

"What future son-in-law?" Uncle Jiang heard a puzzled voice.

"Uncle Jiang, don't you know? Mo Qian has already lived with your daughter Jiang Jiaomei!" Chen Chao said, "Before your daughter came to Kunzhou, I often went to Mo Qian's place to play. Now I'm embarrassed to bother them in the world of the two."

"Hey, hey, Uncle Jiang, why don't you speak anymore?" Chen Chao could only hear the breathing from one end of the phone. After pondering for a while, he couldn't help but quip: "Uncle Jiang, what's wrong with you? You're angry? You're not?"

"...I'm not angry. I know my daughter's personality best. How could she look down on that little brat Zhang Moqian?" Uncle Jiang comforted himself.

"Okay, don't make the final decision first, let's wait and see!" In terms of women, Bitch Chen is still on the side of his brother.

"Uncle Jiang, I'll hang up first. When Mo Qian and your daughter get married, I'll be his best man." Chen Chao hung up the phone and laughed. But just now he lay down, his phone rang again. When he looked at the screen, he was Pan Ying's top beauty. Pan Ying's naked appearance flashed in his mind, and his crotch became a little harder.

"Hey, Miss Pan." Chen Chao had just finished speaking, but found a crying voice coming from the phone and said anxiously: "Miss Pan, what's wrong with you?"

"Chen...Chen Chao...Can you come and help me...My daughter has a fever, but I don't know what went wrong with my car and can't start it." Pan Ying cried anxiously and said, "I can't take my child to the hospital..."

"Don't worry, I'll come right away, tell me your address." Chen Chao felt very uncomfortable when he heard Pan Ying's crying voice, but his mind was quick. Even though he had already known Pan Ying's address, he would not reveal his flaws.

After Pan Ying mentioned the address, Chen Chao hung up the phone, quickly put on his clothes, walked to the yard and mobilized the modified ordinary people, and drove to the Duguan District. Because Pan Ying is the executive vice governor Liu Jiancong, the place she lives in is relatively remote. It is difficult to get a taxi at night. This is also the reason why Pan Ying called Chen Chao for help. His relatives and friends didn't know that she had become a secret mistress for others.

When Chen Chao rushed to the community where Pan Ying lived, he saw her waiting downstairs with a child about five years old. Chen Chao got out of the car and found that the child Pan Ying was holding was red, his mind was a little confused, and he kept shouting, "Mom, I feel uncomfortable."

“Get on the bus.”

When Pan Ying and his daughter got into the car, Chen Chao rushed to the hospital as soon as possible and rushed to the red light several times. It would have taken about an hour to get there, but under his driving, he arrived in more than twenty minutes.

After getting off the car, he helped Pan Ying carry the child and rushed to the emergency department. After the child was injected with fluid and completed all the procedures, Chen Chao's forehead was sweating slightly.

"Chen Chao, thank you." Pan Ying sat in front of the hospital bed, looked at her sleepy daughter, looked up at Chen Chao, her pretty face was full of gratitude.

"Don't be polite." Chen Chao smiled. "Fortunately, it came immediately, and the child had nothing wrong with it."

"If it weren't for you, Jinxiu would have been confused." Pan Ying smiled bitterly.

"Jinxiu? Is your daughter's name?"

"Well, Pan Jinxiu, I took it." Pan Ying gently stroked her daughter's little hand and said with a doting look on her face.

"The beautiful rivers and mountains are a good name." Chen Chao said with a smile, but he was a little confused. Is Pan Ying not Liu Jiancong's mistress? Why is the child not named Liu but her surname is Pan?

Just as the two were waiting for Pan Jinxiu to have an IV drip in the hospital while chatting.

Golden sunshine.

After the wine bottle exploded on Wu Wenhui's head, the entire golden sunlight fell into a brief silence, and almost everyone's eyes were focused on Zhang Moqian and Wu Wenhui.

"Despicable and shameless, my God, how could there be such a shameless person in the world?"

"Grass, everyone goes all together, it's so shameless."

"That's right, while Angkor doesn't pay attention to the evil, we don't have to talk about the morality of the world and kill that guy just by killing him."

A group of younger brothers brought by Wu Wenhui were talking a lot, despising Zhang Moqian's behavior and angry at the same time.

The person involved Wu Wenhui didn't say anything. The wine bottle exploded on his head, cutting his head. Two conspicuous blood slowly flowed down his temples and dripped on the smooth table. His eyes were staring at Zhang Moqian, like a cobra that had been ambushed for a long time staring at his prey, emitting a sharp murderous aura.

Wang Hypocritically shook his painful right hand and cursed in his heart, "What a good guy, he's really awesome." Although he only had two rounds of fighting, he already felt that Wu Wenhui's skills were unfathomable. He was worthy of being a retired special forces soldier. He had a killer move when he made a move. Compared to Lu Feng, the madman, Wu Wenhui was even more powerful.

Zhang Moqian stared at Wu Wenhui with a smile and said coldly: "Apologize, and then take your people out."

"Zhang Moqian, you hit me with a bottle of wine. I can't swallow this tone." Wu Wenhui's tone was cold, and the temperature around him seemed to drop a little. He stared at Zhang Moqian with his sharp eyes as sharp as a cheetah: "I want to duel with you in a man's way."

"Due in a man's way?" Zhang Moqian raised his eyebrows. Wu Wenhui's style was quite similar to himself. Once he had a conflict with others, he didn't like nonsense, and he would fight one-on-one. Unlike some hooligans now, they agreed to do it. The two sides stood up and yelled for a while, and they always said a few words to the work.

"I agree." Zhang Moqian nodded. He did not ask what to do if he lost. Because he knew that fighting with Wu Wenhui would be without winning or losing, only life and death. Wu Wenhui, a social cancer who retired from the special forces and was unwilling to be lonely and specialized in murderers, would not be ruthless.

"Brother Zhang, be careful, this guy is not simple." Wang Xu Hyun reminded in a low voice.

Zhang Moqian nodded with a serious expression.

Special forces learn all the skills of killing people. Kill people with guns, knives, kill people with hands, legs, and even nails.

Zhang Moqian did not dare to take it lightly.

Wu Wenhui's younger brothers consciously made way out of their position. Zhang Moqian and Wu Wenhui walked to the center of the dance floor, where was their battlefield.

After standing still, Zhang Moqian seemed to stare at the eagle in the prey. In an instant, all the sounds, environments, and tones around him disappeared completely. All his spirit, eyes, and ears were left with Wu Wenhui, the enemy.

Wu Wenhui's eyes also stared at him, and his eyes suddenly became extremely sharp. His face was like an axe and a knife, his nose bridge was slightly taller, his eyebrows were like swords, his eyes were like stars, and his facial features were upright. He was about 1.8 meters tall, and his whole body was well-proportioned. Standing there, both his body and temperament gave people a perfect artistic conception.

"I heard that you ruined Lu Feng with one move. Today I want to see how powerful you are?" Wu Wenhui sneered. His hands pointed out that there was a very obvious calluse, and his bones were different from ordinary people. You can tell at a glance that they were a trainee.

"Go to do it!" Zhang Moqian was too lazy to talk to Wu Wenhui.

After saying that, what followed was Zhang Moqian's chopping force, which led to the wind and cut straight over. Zhang Moqian had a killing intention in advance, and did not retain his move, but directly the most sharp momentum and majestic body movements rushed over.

"Huh?" Wu Wenhui only felt the darkness in front of him. The other party was like a hungry tiger and pounced on the sheep and fell down. He felt a stern in his heart. However, he was a master from the special forces. He made a quick decision and made a move. He rushed out of thin air and stepped onto the air, landing under the dance floor round table, using the terrain to avoid Zhang Moqian's fierce pounce.

Zhang Moqian continued to step forward and came to the edge of the round platform. Suddenly, a figure rose up from under the ring like a demon. It was Wu Wenhui. At this moment, he protected his brain with one hand and fingers with the other hand, and accurately inserted it into Zhang Moqian's eyes.

This move is vicious.
Chapter completed!