Gaohai City, Feng Jie's three streets!
As an old nest, Feng Jie used this as a foundation and gradually expanded outwards. Feng Jie's momentum was very strong.
He was no longer a street thug. His style of doing things, his every move, was quite orderly.
With Zhao Junfeng as a friend, he gradually entered the whitewash mode.
Every expansion was carefully planned. The days of fighting and killing gradually became irrelevant. He relied more on his brain to solve problems.
Now, Feng Jie thought that a problem that could be solved with fists was not a problem.
Although there were still some dark methods, they were gradually harmless.
This process had been progressing smoothly, and it was much smoother. To Feng Jie, it was a blessing.
Feng Jie, who had returned to Gaohai City, remembered the divination that the master had given him and slowly tried to figure it out, looking for a chance of survival.
At the same time, Feng Jie ordered his men to continue investigating the whereabouts of the Seven Star Lamp. To his surprise, he really found a clue about the Seven Star Lamp.
However, he still needed to verify if this clue was appropriate.
Therefore, he did not inform Li Changfeng immediately. He planned to inform him after the final confirmation.
It had been more than a month since An Longchen's smuggling incident, and Feng Jie admired Li Changfeng more than ever.
At the same time, he felt refreshed. He looked at An Longchen's miserable fate. He had brought this upon himself. If he had listened to the Grandmaster's advice back then, he would not have ended up like this.
As for the video, it was Zhao Junfeng's masterpiece.
Feng Jie was a straightforward person. He would express his emotions immediately.
Zhao Junfeng was different. He didn't show his emotions on his face.
One had to know that Zhao Junfeng had long regarded Li Changfeng as his second parent. Whoever insulted Li Changfeng was more serious than insulting Zhao Junfeng.
The video was just a warning to An Longchen.
Although he was adding insult to injury, this was the effect he wanted.
His career was thriving, and he didn't forget the people who dug the well. Feng Jie didn't study much, but he liked to be stubborn.
The only thing that bothered him was that hexagram poem.
Even if he didn't understand it, he knew that this was a very ominous technique. If it wasn't good, he would be in trouble.
Feng Jie did not go anywhere today. Instead, he sat alone in the living room and pondered.
"The high seas are turbulent, heroes shed blood and tears for our generation. The number of ninety-nine is too difficult, but we live a life of peace and longevity.”
Divination was very satisfying, but solving divinations was really painful!
Master, why must you make things difficult for an illiterate youth like me?
He lowered his head and suddenly noticed a pair of feet in front of him.
Feng Jie raised his head in shock. A square-faced middle-aged man was standing in front of him.
This person was wearing a green robe and had a bun on his head. He had a beard and an indifferent expression.
"You're a capable person. I'm here to ask someone!”
"Who are you?" Feng Jie's face turned cold. How did you get in?"
After Feng Jie said this, he looked at this person and felt a chill in his heart.
This person was tall and thin. His arms hung naturally, but it gave people the feeling that his arms contained endless strength.
Especially his eyes, which could see through people's hearts.
He had seen this pair of eyes before!
Li Changfeng's eyes were almost identical to the one in front of him.
The only difference was that Li Changfeng's eyes were warm and genial, while the person in front of him only had a bone-piercing coldness in his eyes.
A strong sense of unease swept through his heart.
"Did a strange physiognomist come some time ago?”
Feng Jie's heart thumped, and the uneasiness in his heart grew stronger.
" I don't know what you're talking about…" For some reason, Feng Jie's courage was completely suppressed when he saw this man.
How should he describe it?
Qi! He was not in a good mood, and he was afraid…
He was a brave and ruthless person and had a strong sense of danger. How could this tall and thin man in front of him have such a powerful aura?
The middle-aged man stared at Feng Jie and suddenly smiled. Then, he said in an extremely dry voice,"You should have died a long time ago. Why are you still alive in the mortal world?”
Thump!
A loud bang sounded as if a heavy hammer had smashed into Feng Jie's heart!
" Look at me…" The middle-aged man shouted in a low voice. Feng Jie, who had lost his mind, subconsciously looked at the other party. Suddenly, his vision turned black. Something was slipping out of his mind.
"No!" Feng Jie instinctively resisted and struggled with all his might.
The middle-aged man did not expect Feng Jie to resist so strongly.
"Looks like you have some ability!" The middle-aged man praised him and slapped Feng Jie's chest. Feng Jie flew back 30 feet and stuck to the glass wall like a painting. After a while, he slowly slid down.
A stream of blood flowed out of Feng Jie's mouth. He widened his eyes and stared at the other party. He wanted to say something, but he could not say anything.
"Resistance is useless. Who can stop me, Yuan Gang, from getting what I want? A person who defied the heavens and changed his fate! All of you deserve to die!" After Yuan Gang said this, he left the meeting room.
A loud noise came from the glass wall, attracting his underling.
When they saw that their boss had been beaten unconscious, they hurriedly helped him up. Someone else called 110 and asked the ambulance to come over.
Feng Jie's mouth and nose were bleeding. He held his breath and grabbed a lackey's arm with one hand. He struggled and said,"Call…call Zhao Junfeng, tell him…Master is in danger! Do you understand?"
Although the lackey did not know what had happened, he nodded repeatedly. Feng Jie's vision became more and more blurry, and the words of that person echoed in his mind.
"You should have died a long time ago. Why are you still alive in the mortal world?”
That's right! I should have died last year? Someone else died for me, but who is this guy?
However…
Feng Jie smiled bitterly. His teeth were covered in blood, and his eyes were getting dimmer and dimmer. Perhaps Yuan Gang's palm strike had scattered all of his essence, qi, and spirit.
"Master, hehe, I'm afraid you're going to make a mistake in my divination! There was no number of nine, nor was there a number of one!”
Feng Jie only felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier. An uncontrollable sleepiness engulfed him, causing him to involuntarily close his eyes.
Only the blood at the corner of his mouth became more and more glaring!
The ambulance arrived, but Feng Jie could no longer hear it. He was like a quiet child, no longer competitive.
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