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Inside a restaurant in Jordan.

There were four people standing at the door of a certain private room like door gods, two on the left and two on the right. They stood solemnly with cold faces.

These four "door gods" are the bodyguards of Zheng Jirong and A Le respectively.

The atmosphere in the room was much more harmonious. Zheng Jirong and A Le were holding wine glasses and chatting and laughing, as if they were close friends who had known each other for many years.

After talking about the Zhongqing Society in the teahouse and seeing off several uncles, Alefei had to take Zheng Jirong for a few drinks to show off his friendship as a landlord.

"Brother Le, I really have you. A stubborn person like Uncle Deng was persuaded by you," Zheng Jirong gave a thumbs up.

A Le said with a smile: "I am also following the trend. After all, if the Zhongqing Society is not eliminated, the two of us will suffer the most."

Zheng Jirong smiled and said nothing. No matter how powerful the Zhongqing Society was, it would be a fantasy to break into his Mong Kok.

But he did see that the Ding brothers were unhappy and dared to send gunmen to assassinate him. The Ding brothers had a right to die!

Zheng Jirong put the mouth of the wine bottle over Ah Le's cup, and the latter quickly covered the mouth of the cup with his hands. Just listen to Zheng Jirong say: "Although Zhongqing Society is not as powerful as us and Lian Sheng, Ding Xiaoxie still has more than a thousand people under his command. How to start a fight? Brother Le, do you have any ideas?"

"Although Jordan is no better than Qin Mong Kok, since this time I am working for the club, no matter what, I can still get five to six hundred people."

Seeing A Le's solemn look, Zheng Jirong laughed in his heart. This old boy talks and talks for the sake of the club. No wonder a bunch of old guys trust him so much.

"Okay, when the time comes, I'll ask A-yi and Zuo Zuo to bring five hundred people each."

A Le nodded. He had heard the names of these two people in Jordan, and they were not unknown people.

"Arong, Uncle Deng said that you don't have enough evidence to prove that it was Ding Xiaoxi who assassinated you, so he asked you to find another reason to start the fight. Do you have any ideas?"

Zheng Jirong shrugged and said helplessly: "I don't know what Uncle Deng thinks. Hey, society still needs evidence for revenge? Besides, Ding Xiaoxi has planted his flag in Jordan several times. Isn't that enough reason to start a fight?"

"Uncle Deng and the others value tradition."

"Forget it, I'll think about it these two days, and..." Zheng Jirong put his arm around A Le's shoulders and said decisively: "In three days, regardless of whether there is any reason to start a war, the fight will start as soon as twelve o'clock!"

He looked at A Le and said, "Kill the Zhongqing Society, and we will divide his territory into 50/50."

A Le was surprised. He originally thought that Zheng Jirong was going to take the lead. After all, he only had more than half of the people he produced.

"Arong, are you sure about 50%?"

Zheng Jirong hugged A Le and vowed: "Of course, everyone knows that I love my brothers in Guanxi and not gold.

Without Brother Le to deal with it, the uncles wouldn't agree, right? "

"Good brother, come on, it's your first time in Jordan. You must not come back drunk today."

"..."

The atmosphere in the private room became increasingly anxious.

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The next afternoon.

After learning that Sister Huiling and Fang Fang need to work overtime this month, Fang Ting and Fang Min eat at Amei's house every day.

In order for his plan to proceed smoothly, Zheng Jirong immediately decided to send Amei away.

After Amei's objections were ineffective, Zheng Jirong paid for Amiao to take Amei and grandma to the hospital for physical examination. Grandma is so old. Amei, you are not in good health, so you are not allowed to go to the hospital for regular examinations?

As for where Fang Ting and Fang Min were going to eat today, Zheng Jirong had already made up his mind.

Parking the car outside the school gate, Zheng Jirong saw an acquaintance as soon as he got out of the car.

"Mr. Zheng, what a coincidence."

"Yes, Teacher Wen, I'm here to pick up Fang Ting, Fang Min and the others."

Teacher Wen was very happy to see Zheng Jirong. Since the last time he helped, no club dared to come to the school to do anything wrong. He has always been grateful to Zheng Jirong for this. Immediately invite him to the office for a few cups of tea.

It was still early for school to end, so Zheng Jirong followed him into the school without refusing.

"Tingting and the others should be having physical education class in the gymnasium right now. If Mr. Zheng is in a hurry, you can go check on them first."

"OK."

Inside the gymnasium.

Fang Ting was playing badminton with Zhu Wanfang, talking and laughing.

At this time, Zhu Wanfang's face no longer had the depression and sadness when she was harassed by the high society, and her face was filled with a youthful smile. Like Fang Ting, who was also young and beautiful, the two of them attracted the attention of many boys in the library.

But since Zheng Jirong beat up Xiaosha and his group at the school gate last time, the boys in the school all thought that Fang Ting had a brother who was the boss of the club, so no one dared to come up and talk to her.

"Tingting, it's been several days since I asked you to introduce me to Brother Zheng last time, and I haven't received any letters at all."

Fang Ting waved her racket and said, "I rarely see Brother Rong myself. I heard from Sister Amei that Brother Rong is very busy. He seems to have opened a logistics company recently."

"Starting a company...Brother Zheng is so awesome."

"Speaking of which, Wanfang, have you fallen in love with Brother Rong?" Fang Ting pointedly asked.

"No... no way, I just want to thank him in person, and..."

Fang Ting saw Zhu Wanfang suddenly staring blankly at the door without saying anything, and turned around curiously.

"Isn't that Brother Rong?"

Zheng Jirong also saw the two of them playing ball. Both girls were wearing white sports skirts, revealing their fair and slender legs, looking particularly pure and cute.

"Brother Zheng... Ouch"

Zhu Wanfang suddenly sat on the ground and covered her ankle. She was only looking at Zheng Jirong, not paying attention to her feet, and she sprained her ankle.

Seeing Zhu Wanfang's painful expression, Zheng Jirong and Teacher Wen quickly walked over.

"It's probably a sprained ankle. Two people will help Zhu Wanfang to the infirmary." Teacher Wen said.

Tingting was about to help Zhu Wanfang up, but Zheng Jirong held her back.

He then said with a gentle face: "Student Zhu Wanfang, do you believe me? If you go to the infirmary in this situation, your injuries will only get worse. I have known some massage techniques for bruises since I was a child. Do you want me to help you?"

Zhu Wanfang quickly raised her head and glanced at Zheng Jirong, then nodded shyly.

When Zheng Jirong saw this, he did not hesitate to lift Zhu Wanfang's right foot with one hand, and gently took off his shoes and socks, revealing the petite and exquisite foot.

Her feet are slender, slightly small, snow-white, with delicate and smooth skin, smooth lines, and full and elastic toes, like a bunch of crystal clear grapes, which makes people want to...

"Brother Rong..."

Fang Ting's words interrupted Zheng Jirong, who was distracted. He raised his head and glanced at Zhu Wanfang, whose face was already red.

Teacher Wen was also looking at him strangely. Didn't he say he was giving Zhu Wanfang a massage? Why was he staring at his feet in a daze?

"Ahem...Sorry, something suddenly occurred to me just now." Zheng Jirong explained casually.

Then he covered Zhu Wanfang's ankles with both hands, and his true energy circulated slowly.

Zhu Wanfang suddenly felt a flow of heat pouring into her sprained area, and she moaned unconsciously because of the comfort.

"Ah... so hot"

After a few breaths, Zheng Jirong stopped his hand. Zhu Wanfang moved her ankle in surprise, "It doesn't hurt anymore. Brother Zheng, you are so powerful."

The students around also looked curious, so they just touched it twice with their hands.

When Fang Ting saw Zhu Wanfang blushing and thanking Zheng Jirong, she was secretly envious, and then she had an idea.

"Ah...Brother Rong, my foot seems to be sprained too."

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