The Dragon from Hell

At the same time, when Qin Feng returned to the villa, a Gulfstream landed at the Shencheng Airport.

A convoy of cars had been parked below the airport an hour ago, all BMW 7 Series.

It was already autumn now, the night was cool, and there was a drizzle in the sky, but this group of people had been waiting outside the car door for an hour, without even an umbrella.

Seeing the plane land, Dou Longyang looked solemn, and Dou Yi, who was standing beside him, was even more nervous. Perhaps because of the rain, her well-dressed face was a little pale.

The gangway came down, and first twenty Wumeng disciples in short and tight clothes came down, followed by ten smartly dressed female disciples.

After these people came down, they were first arranged in two rows, and then the people behind them walked down leisurely.

Behind them appeared a young man under 30 years old and an old man with white hair and beard, both of whom had outstanding temperaments.

One was full of vigor and vitality, with neatly combed hair, wearing a short long gown, with a pattern of two dragons playing with a pearl embroidered with gold thread behind him. When he looked at people, his eyes had a sense of superiority.

The other had a calm and indifferent look after being washed away from all the worldly things, with the corners of his eyes slightly drooping as if he would fall asleep at any time, but he always kept a half-step distance from the young man in front of him.

At first glance, the old man was like the shadow of the young man.

Seeing the young man appear, the muscles on Dou Longyang's face stiffened, but he soon forced out a smile, slightly bent his waist, and glanced at Dou Yi next to him.

The latter understood and immediately handed over an umbrella.

However, Dou Longyang did not open it for himself, but ran to the young man, with most of his body exposed in the rain: "Mr. Wu, you are here, I am really honored..."

Before he finished speaking, and before the umbrella could cover the young man's head, a female disciple's umbrella had already covered the young man's head first.

The young man glanced at Dou Longyang indifferently: "President Dou, you are thoughtful."

Dou Longyang's action of raising the umbrella was a little awkward, but he could only hold it back no matter how embarrassed he was: "Mr. Wu, what are you talking about? You are the pride of our generation of Wumeng and the future of Wumeng. What we do are trivial things. It is our honor to have you come to inspect in person!"

The young man smiled but didn't care that Dou Longyang kept the same action just now. Instead, he lowered his head and played with the jade ring in his hand: "Haha, President Dou is still modest."

"President Dou's achievements are obvious to all in Wumeng. He can make Shencheng President Dou has made great contributions to the prosperity of the Wumeng. "

Dou Longyang's forehead was sweating when he heard this, and he could only smile: "Mr. Wu, you are too kind..."

"But--" Mr. Wu changed the subject and said coldly: "Your contribution in the past is as great as your fault this time."

"President Dou, it is important for people to know themselves, but why don't you understand this truth?"

"Do as much as you can. Because of your momentary arrogance, the Wumeng suffered heavy losses. Have you thought about how to take responsibility?"

While the young man was talking, he slapped Dou Longyang's face with his hand.

In front of so many people, it can be said that he did not give Dou Longyang any face at all.

These slaps were not heavy or light, but when they fell on Dou Longyang's face, they became one after another loud slaps to the Shencheng Wumeng.

The group of female disciples behind him all showed disdain and ridicule, and did not take him, the president of Shencheng Wumeng, seriously at all.

Dou Yi watched from behind, her fingers clenched tightly, her nails almost embedded in the flesh.

It was more humiliating for her to watch her father being humiliated than for her to kneel down and beg for mercy from Qin Feng that day.

But she could do nothing.

At this time, Wu Shao's eyes also fell on her, looking down at her with a look of scrutiny like a picky commodity, which made her very uncomfortable.

In the past, even if she concealed her identity and mixed in the entertainment industry, no one dared to use such a look to pick her.

But now, even if she felt uncomfortable, she could only force a bright smile and took the initiative to say hello: "Hello, Wu Shao."

Dou Longyang also felt extremely humiliated at this time. He actually asked his daughter to flatter in front of others to seek a way out for himself.

Wu Shao glanced at Dou Yi, suddenly smiled, and asked Dou Longyang: "Is this your daughter?"

Even though he was extremely humiliated, he could only smile and say: "Replying to Wu Shao, it is my daughter."

But then, Wu Shao's words made Dou Longyang and his daughter look very ugly: "Haha, beauty trap?"

"Dou Longyang, do you really think that your daughter's beauty can offset the loss of Shencheng Wumeng this time?"

"You father and daughterYou think too highly of yourself, and you also think too highly of me, Wu Mian. "

As soon as he finished speaking, the disciples who followed him all laughed.

A group of female disciples looked at Dou Yi with disdain. At this moment, she felt as if she had been stripped naked and thrown into the street. She was extremely ashamed.

"I heard that this time, Shencheng Wumeng not only lost to Chu Tiankuo, but was even beaten badly by a young man in his twenties?"

No matter what the father and daughter thought, Wu Mian blew a breath on his jade ring and wiped it with the handkerchief handed over by the female disciple next to him: "An unknown rising star actually beat the people of Shencheng Wumeng so hard that they couldn't raise their heads... Dou Longyang, are you embarrassing us Wumeng with you?"

Dou Longyang's face was very ugly: "Young Master Wu, this person is not an ordinary person. He is very skilled, and he is also the new generation of Dragon Lord of Panlong Hall..."

"Haha, skilled? Compared with me? "Wu Mian sneered disdainfully.

Dou Longyang lowered his head quickly: "Of course he can't compare with Wu Shao. You are one of the top ten geniuses of my Dragon Country, and the object of my Wumeng's all-out training. How can he be compared with you?"

"It's good that you know." Wu Mian didn't take Qin Feng to heart at all.

If he really had the ability, would he be unknown until now? Would he not be among the top ten geniuses?

Wu Mian didn't believe that there were really people who would rather hide underground than enjoy the scenery.

Qin Feng can be strong, but he can never be stronger than him.

Because he came to Shencheng this time, it was the people in the hidden mountain gate who personally spoke.

Let Qin Feng be the whetstone on his growth path, destined to be a step for him to climb up.

"As for the Panlong Palace... hehe, don't worry about it. "Wu Mian casually threw a handkerchief at Dou Longyang's face: "This time, you just watch carefully how I trample this organization that has disappeared for ten years back underground!"

After that, he started to walk to the car.

But when he passed by Dou Yi, he paused again: "She looks okay, but I'm tired today and don't have time. Come to my room after washing up tomorrow. I'm reluctant to let you serve me during my stay in Shencheng."