Chapter 237: Lang Feng’s Killing Intent (1 more)

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Chapter 237: Chapter 237: Lang Feng’s Killing Intent (1 more)Qin Lan opened her eyes and looked at the bank card in her hand, feeling a complex surge of emotions. The man, younger than herself, had helped her time and again, and she didn’t know how to repay him. Clutching the bank card tightly, she made up her mind to spend a lifetime, if necessary, to pay back the money. The next moment, Qin Lan gathered her emotions and carefully and earnestly accepted the bank card! She wasn’t a sentimental person; once she accepted something, she wouldn’t push it away. "By the way, you don’t have to return the two hundred thousand from Zhao Jingang," Ye Xuan suddenly said. "Why?" Qin Lan asked curiously, then seriously added, "We’ve seriously offended him today. What if he comes looking for you again?" Ye Xuan smiled lightly, "Don’t worry, that old pervert got a harsh treatment from me, and even got recorded on video. Whether he can keep his position is questionable, he definitely won’t dare come asking you for money again; otherwise, I’ll teach him a lesson in minutes!" "What video? Show it to me," Qin Lan asked curiously. "Cough... no way! That video is too eye-searing, not suitable for children." Ye Xuan coughed dryly, revealing a mischievous smile. "You’re the child here, I’m a teacher and a few years older than you!" Qin Lan retorted. "Seeing it might give you nightmares!" Ye Xuan said. "I’m not afraid of having nightmares, hand it over," Qin Lan demanded, reaching out her hand. "Really, no..." "I want to see it!" "I posted it on your school’s official Weibo..." "..." Both of them joked around and Qin Lan’s mood lightened considerably until ten o’clock at night, when they finally left together. Ye Xuan drove Qin Lan home and then left himself. Because he received a phone call. A call from Lang Feng! ... At eleven o’clock at night, Wang Chao Bar. Normally bustling, the entrance of the bar was unusually quiet today, hinting that something was about to happen. At the entrance of the bar. A man with deep-set eyes, wearing a black trench coat and a felt hat, extinguished his cigarette and walked straight toward the depths of the bar. The man in the felt hat navigated the corridors with ease, swiftly turning into a special elevator. This elevator had only one red button, leading directly to the top floor of the bar. Wang Chao Bar had five floors; the first four were open to the public without restrictions on identity. However, the fifth floor at the top was only open to guests of distinguished status, inaccessible even to the wealthy. Yet, there was a special kind of guest who could enter the fifth floor, those invited by the owner of Wang Chao Bar. These individuals could freely access the fifth floor without any form of identification. Clearly, Lang Feng was among the latter. Pressing the red button, the elevator went straight to the fifth floor, and Lang Feng stepped out. Two men in black were already waiting at the elevator entrance. "Brother Lang!" Upon seeing Lang Feng, the two immediately bowed in greeting. "I have important matters to discuss with your boss. Keep an eye out here, and don’t let anyone disturb us," Lang Feng glanced at them and instructed blandly. "Yes!" After taking their orders, they gave another respectful bow. They did not know much about Lang Feng’s origins, but it seemed he was Black Brother’s closest friend! It was evident from the fact that he could freely enter the fifth floor, and he deserved respectful treatment from Black Brother’s relatives and friends. After leaving those words behind, Lang Feng no longer paid them any attention and strode forward. After passing through two corridors and taking a turn, he arrived at the door of a room at the very back of the fifth floor. It was a large door carved with two black Kirin, Lang Feng stood silently in front of the door for a moment, sighed, and then pressed the doorbell beside it. The Kirin’s eyeballs seemed to come to life and start moving, fixating on Lang Feng with a flickering blue light. A moment later, The eyeballs stopped moving, and with a light click, the door automatically split open. Lang Feng’s expression was indifferent, his demeanor turned calm like still water again, and he stepped inside. The door closed behind him. It was a two-hundred-square-meter living room, decorated luxuriously and echoing the scenery of the Ancient Southern Federation, which was truly astonishing. A bald man, with a black dragon tattoo on his head, was sitting on a fine Italian leather sofa. He was puffing on a cigar, with a glass of red wine in front of him, indulging in the pleasure of puffing and exhaling smoke. "Lang Feng, my brother! You’ve finally arrived, I’ve been waiting for you for a long time." Black Brother smiled as he stood up and walked toward Lang Feng. "Black Brother, it’s been three years since we parted, hasn’t it? I didn’t expect that our reunion would be about you hiring me for an assassination." Lang Feng watched Black Brother and smiled as he spoke. "Yes, I really miss those days when we were together! After returning to the country, I opened this bar, and you established the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group, gaining a great reputation internationally! Rat and the others followed you too; how are they?" Black Brother suddenly sighed and then looked at Lang Feng, asking gently. Lang Feng didn’t answer him but looked around and then, with a smile tugging at his lips, said, "Black Brother, no one understands you better than I do. At this time, you’re usually in bed with a woman, yet now you are here alone waiting for me, which suggests you have doubts about me." "Lang Feng, you’re my best brother, how could I possibly doubt you? You’re overthinking it." Black Brother still smiled as he spoke, "After all, you haven’t contacted me for so long, and that guy is very strong. I was worried about you encountering an accident! If this matter caused you harm, I would feel very sorry." Lang Feng looked deeply at him and said, "The mission failed, Rat and the others are dead." "What! What happened?" Black Brother’s pupils suddenly shrank as he frowned and asked, "Isn’t that guy an A-level fighter? Could even you not handle him?" "He isn’t an A-level fighter at all; his strength... you can’t imagine!" Lang Feng stared at Black Brother. "Then why did you come back?" Black Brother took a deep breath and asked solemnly. "I’m no match for him, so I escaped!" "You didn’t engage him in combat?" "No." "Why didn’t you fight?" Black Brother demanded, "Are you telling me you fled without fighting? That’s not like you, Lang Feng!" "I told you, his strength is unimaginable. If I had fought him, I’d be seeing Rat now," Lang Feng calmly said. On hearing this, Black Brother’s eyes flickered for a moment, and then he took a deep breath and said earnestly, "My brother, I owe you an apology! I acted rashly without understanding the enemy’s strength, and Rat and the others were sacrificed in vain. I feel guilty towards you." Lang Feng indifferently said, "The enemy’s strength wasn’t something we could foresee, it’s not your fault! Call your men and cancel the mission; this person is not someone you can handle." Black Brother’s eyes flashed, "Alright, I’ll heed your advice and cancel the mission immediately." "We haven’t seen each other for a long time, let’s have a good drink today!" After finishing his speech, Black Brother turned around to signal Lang Feng to sit, while he went to get the Aubert red wine from the table. Just as his left hand touched the wine bottle, his right hand suddenly pulled a revolver from under the table! Black Brother quickly raised the gun, aiming at Lang Feng across from him, only to be shocked to find Lang Feng had vanished. "Don’t move!" A chilling voice came from behind.

Chapter 237: Lang Feng’s Killing Intent (1 more)

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