Rebirth of the Campus Special Forces

After school at noon, Yuan Xiaolan ran to Jiang Shan's side.

"Brother Shan, let's have lunch together!" Yuan Xiaolan blinked her big eyes and asked mischievously.

Taking Yuan Xiaolan's catkins in his hand, Jiang Shan asked with a fond smile: "What do you want to eat?"

"It's okay. As long as I'm with you, everything I eat will be delicious." Yuan Xiaolan said happily.

After hesitating for a moment, Huang Jin took a deep breath and walked a few steps to catch up with Jiang Shan and Yuan Xiaolan in front of him.

"We were so sweet together just after class? Where are we going to eat? Do you mind having an extra pair of chopsticks?" Huang Jin's expression was a little stiff, but he still had the courage to ask.

Shrugging his shoulders, Jiang Shan said with a smile: "Two beauties are going to eat with me. I don't want them to be together. How can I have any objections? Let's go!"

Yuan Xiaolan smiled and pulled Huang Jin's arm: "Let's go, Brother Shan is treating us. The two of us will eat hard today. How about he being poor?"

After leaving the campus, there was a barbecue restaurant not far from the school. Huang Jin chose a corner by the window and the three of them sat down.

While eating and chatting, the atmosphere was extremely harmonious. The initial embarrassment was gone. Huang Jin also started joking with Jiang Shan...

…

Wang Jinfeng covered his still uncomfortable arm and stood respectfully to one side.

On the Grand Master's chair, an old man with a long beard and drooping chest was spinning walnuts in his hand and said in a low voice: "I told you a long time ago not to show your kung fu outside. There are people outside, but you are a humble person. When you meet an expert,

It’s not enough! Do you believe it now?”

Wang Jinfeng lowered his head and hummed respectfully.

"You are saving your hand now. Otherwise, if I hit you a little harder, the muscles in your right arm will be completely destroyed! Even now, your right arm can no longer perform exercises! It will take at least half a year to recuperate."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, a middle-aged man standing next to the old man stepped forward and asked: "Sect Master, Xiaofeng is injured, so I don't feel sorry for him, but...his classmate, I don't know which sect he belongs to! Our Iron Fist Sect and Ye

In this competition between Xi Sect, other sects will not interfere, right?"

"I don't know from afar, but for our Changhai City... no one dares to take advantage of it at this time. Hum, there are only a few small sects, so there is nothing to worry about."

"In this competition, with that girl Xiaoling taking action, we should be sure to win. After winning the Yexi Sect's businesses, you can take care of them! However, watch over Xiaofeng and don't cause trouble and make enemies at this time."

The old man glanced at Wang Jinfeng slightly unhappily and said slowly.

After bowing and exiting the room, the middleman pulled Wang Jinfeng's arm and asked with concern: "Does the arm still hurt? Are they all connected?"

"Father, if the sect master takes action, there will definitely be no problem! But... he can't perform his duties for half a year, hey..." Wang Jinfeng turned pale and sighed lonely.

"Who is that kid, and why did he attack you?" Wang Jinfeng's father asked with a stern face.

After hesitating for a moment, Wang Jinfeng slowly told the reason.

"The grandson of Tiejimen? That rookie from the Geng family asked you to integrate into the first year of high school?" Wang Jinfeng's father asked thoughtfully.

Wang Jinfeng nodded.

"It would be a wonderful thing to have a relationship with the proud rookie of the Iron Leg Sect. However... it is definitely not convenient for the sect to come forward in this matter. If the sect gets involved in the dispute between you and your juniors, others will laugh at you. And what you said

The origin of this country is unclear, and I don’t know which ancient martial arts family he is a descendant of."

"He is not from our ancient martial arts family! Definitely not, his father is a coolie on the construction site!" Wang Jinfeng explained hurriedly.

"You are not from the ancient martial arts family, but you can use your internal energy to twist your tendons like that? Can you cripple your right arm in ten rounds?" Wang Jinfeng's father asked angrily.

Wang Jinfeng lowered his head and swallowed hard... It wasn't ten rounds, it was just a face-to-face meeting. Because of his face, Wang Jinfeng didn't tell the truth when he came back to the sect.

"In this case, you can discuss this matter with the young master of the Geng family." Wang Jinfeng's father said slowly.

Wang Jinfeng's eyes lit up and he nodded quickly.

It was just as he expected. When Geng Bin found him and asked him to take action to integrate the first year of high school, Wang Jinfeng dared to take action regardless of family law because of the Geng family's iron-legged sect as an ally, and the sect would definitely not punish him severely. Now his father said bluntly:

After seeing this, Wang Jinfeng felt more confident!

If you can't deal with Jiangshan, won't it be easy to deal with Yu Junyang, Zhao Xiaochao and the others? Just integrate the first year of high school and let everyone in Jiangshan betray their relatives! As for Jiangshan, leave it to Geng Bin! As long as Geng Bin takes action, Jiangshan will be the proud rookie of the Geng family.

Waste!

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With his family's permission, Wang Jinfeng enthusiastically called Geng Bin.

Geng Bin, who received the call from Wang Jinfeng, was so angry that he was almost fuming: "You still have the nerve to say that I didn't help you and you haven't even done anything in the world? Have you trained all your kung fu these years on a dog?"

"Brother Bin, that guy does have some strength. I accidentally underestimated the enemy." Wang Jinfeng felt that he couldn't save face, so he made an excuse for himself.

"Huh, Jiangshan, I will take care of him sooner or later. You first find a way to integrate the first graders and isolate Jiangshan. Feng Yunbiao, the second grader, has already moved, and now it's you who are left, do you understand?" Geng Bin said in a deep voice.

Did Feng Yunbiao move? Wang Jinfeng secretly gritted his teeth: "Don't worry, I have a way to keep those bad guys away from the country!"

Wang Jinfeng was still smug after hanging up the phone. In any case, he had established a relationship with Geng Bin. Even though they were both descendants of the ancient martial arts sect, Geng Bin had never looked at him in the eyes.

After all, Geng Bin's sect has a deep foundation in Changhai City and has many masters, but his own sect is just a remote one and only has some prestige in Changhai.

If you can't deal with Jiang Shan, how easy will it be to deal with Yu Junyang and the other ordinary students? Wang Jinfeng sneered and dialed the number.

In a private room on the second floor of a disco bar, the boss of the speed team received a call from Wang Jinfeng.

"Brother, what kind of business is this?" The younger brother on the side asked, probing his head.

"It's a small matter. Let's take care of a few students. You can arrange for Guzai and the others to go there. I will send some photos to Guzai later on for the students from the first grade." The man with dyed yellow hair and a wolf head tattoo on his neck

Huang Bingkun shook his body and said nonchalantly.

The Speed ​​Racing Team is an organization established by a group of street gangsters in their twenties. It is different from the gangsters such as Zhong Bo and Jun Ye. After having established their status and fixed assets, these gangsters gradually whitewashed themselves and stayed away from the gangsters.

It is a killing business. But these young people in their early twenties are different. If they want to get ahead, they can only rely on their blood and fists to become famous step by step, and then they can gain a firm foothold.

Huang Bingkun and these young men from the speed team specialize in this type of business. With a salary of 20,000 yuan, it is very easy to deal with four or five high school students.