The Dragon from Hell

Qin Feng drove and called Chen Chuqing on the way. He knew there was no problem there, so he decided not to go there.

He stepped on the accelerator and drove back to Mianlong Villa.

Even though the villa was not inhabited all year round, all the facilities were complete.

Butler, nanny, chef, gardener, family doctor... everything was available.

Qin Feng asked Mo Linjiang to rest in the living room, and the family doctor came to treat him.

Fortunately, most of the injuries were flesh wounds, not internal organs, and he was strong, so he only needed to stop the bleeding and bandage.

Gao Yaya was in a state of dismay on the road. When she arrived, she drove away directly without saying a word to Qin Feng.

Qin Feng was too lazy to care and let her do what she wanted.

After the bandage was done, Mo Linjiang stood up and kowtowed three times to Qin Feng without saying anything: "Brother Qin, from today on, my life is yours!"

These three kowtows came unexpectedly, and Qin Feng couldn't help but twitch his mouth: "Alright, alright, get up quickly, no matter how strong your body is, you can't stand your kowtow like this, don't you really treat your head as a human brain?"

"Besides, I just saved your life, you want to give me your life now, I am full and have nothing to do?"

Mo Linjiang stood up casually He came forward, but his expression was firm: "Brother Qin, don't worry, I, Mo Linjiang, have been in the underworld for 20 years. I can't do other things, but I can definitely do the life-threatening work for you beautifully!"

Qin Feng was happy when he heard it: "Why, after walking on the edge of life and death today, you are not going to retire?"

"If I retire, what will all my brothers eat?" Mo Linjiang scratched his head embarrassedly, pulling the wound with his big movements, grinning, and completely lost the murderous aura of the past few days.

"Besides, I've been in the underworld since I was sixteen, and it's been twelve years. I can't do anything else."

"I can see that you are a natural gangster."

Qin Feng shook his head, poured two glasses of water and sat down, pushing one to Mo Linjiang: "Don't call me Brother Qin, just call me by my name. After all, you've been in the industry for almost as long as I am, it's awkward."

Mo Linjiang was also unambiguous, nodded, and took out his cell phone from his pocket.

After a series of "crackling" knocks, he said seriously: "My men will deliver the check to you at the latest this afternoon. From now on, if there is a share of my business from Sichuan to Yunnan Province, there will be a share of yours!"

Qin Feng was stunned when he heard this. Just as he was about to refuse, he spoke again: "I know that with your means and strength, Mr. Qin, your previous actions were definitely not for money, or to covet my gratitude."

"But if you don't want it, I can't not repay it. There is no such rule in the world."

"So if you refuse again, I can only leave this life here for you."

This time Qin Feng was completely helpless. Mo Linjiang was indeed a fierce bandit as his name suggested.

If he didn't take action today, he would definitely die with those people.

Although he might not succeed with Cui Lao around, he was definitely not bragging when he said that he would leave his life to Qin Feng.

So Qin Feng was too lazy to refuse and responded directly. He didn't care about how to operate in the future, and left it all to Mo Linjiang to solve.

…

At the same time, the Jade Villa in Central Sichuan.

This is one of the oldest villa areas in Sichuan. The construction of the Jade Villa attracted a lot of attention in Central Sichuan.

At that time, the starting price of the house here was close to six figures per square meter. After the passage of time, the price of the house here is no longer the focus, but whether you can buy it.

It is said that every villa here has an owner, but it is rare to see the owner coming in and out on weekdays.

Even if there are, they are mostly old people.

However, if someone sees it, they will find that the old people who can come in and out here are all influential figures who have walked out of Central Sichuan for decades.

After retiring, many people choose to return home and live in this Jade Villa.

If Mianlong Villa is the most expensive mansion, then this is the place with the highest total value.

This value is not only the value of the villa itself, but also the people living in it.

Originally, after retiring, Mr. Dong was also qualified to live here, but he was nostalgic and lived back in his old house.

At this time, in a three-story western-style building in Emerald Villa, in the study, Ling Shao, Hong Mingkang, Murakami Wild Dog, and Sakurai Kogure who was still seriously ill were all here.

In addition to them, there were two girls in the room who were outstanding in appearance and dressed in gorgeous clothes.

One of them was a little older, in her early twenties, wearing a white long skirt with hand-sewn lace on the hem, a pair of long bare legs, and a pair of mid-heeled leather shoes on her feet.

She exuded a superior temperament from head to toe,Her expression was indifferent, as if she wanted to show an atmosphere of being out of this world.

The other one looked about 18 or 19 years old, with a red skirt that could not cover her knees, and a pair of slender long legs wrapped in black stockings with hollow patterns.

Although she was just an adult, her makeup was mature, with a style of flaming red lips and flying eyeliner, just like the arrogant aura she exuded.

In an unnoticeable corner, there was an old man with a dull expression, holding a book and reading.

She was wearing a very simple cloth dress, with a weak presence, almost blending into the curtains.

The young man who was chasing Mo Linjiang was also here. He was standing on the sofa opposite the desk and gritting his teeth: "Don't let this bastard fall into my hands, otherwise I will make him live a life worse than death!"

Hong Mingkang sat aside calmly, without the anger he had in the previous few times. Instead, he was in the mood to drink tea: "Mr. Lu, what's going on? You can drink a glass of water and talk slowly. Don't be in a hurry."

As he said this, he glanced at Mr. Ling behind the desk.

It was obvious that this Mr. Lu was Mr. Ling's man.

Before, his wife and children failed, but they were humiliated by Mr. Ling. Now it was his own people's turn to fail. Let's see what he said.

Ling Shao still acted calm, tapping the table lightly with his fingers: "You mean, you took Cui Lao to hunt down Mo Linjiang, not only did you not bring him back, but also killed two crossbowmen, and the rest were injured. Even Cui Lao is now lying in the hospital, with a comminuted fracture of the spine, and his kung fu is almost gone..."

The more he talked, the faster he tapped the table, and the uglier Mr. Lu's face became.

After swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he dared to answer: "Yes, yes..."

Ling Shao did not respond, and asked again: "And, the cause of all this... are just two passers-by?"

"No, that's right..."

"Oh..." Ling Shao nodded, then looked at him with a smile: "Since they are all in the hospital and the morgue... then why did you come back?"