Reborn 1980, Dr. Su became popular in the XNUMXs

Chapter 344 Is anyone else coming?
The singer was playing and singing in the corner. The singing paused and the sound of the pipa continued.

A song called "Ambush from Flying Daggers".

The silver vase was broken, water slurry burst out, and the cavalry stood out with swords and guns.

One second ago, Qiang Biao was still majestic. As soon as the pipa played, the man in a white shirt who seemed calm and relaxed had already punched Qiang Biao's weak ribs.

This punch is full of strength, without any skills, only pure power.

Straightforward and bloody.

The latter was caught off guard and flew backwards and fell to the ground. His chest felt tight and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

One punch saw blood.

Qiang Biao used all his strength to fight back, with fists and fists, legs and feet, every blow went straight to the vital point.

Ling Yicheng looked calm.

He strangled Qiang Biao's neck with one hand and punched fiercely with the other hand!
The big strings are like a rain, and the small strings are cut like a whisper.

The beating made Qiangbiao's cheek deformed, his flesh trembling and his bones trembling, and his fist hit the flesh with a muffled sound. The pain was so painful that even the blood and bones were heated, let alone the flesh on his body.

Cut the wrong bullets, and the big beads are falling into the jade plate.

Even the several hall masters who crawled out from the pile of flesh and blood were stunned.

The power that Ling Yicheng possesses is the power that he has been accustomed to since he was a child, quite ordinary, and very calm.

Just rely on strength, just rely on instinct.

The last elbow hit Qiangbiao's forehead hard, and with a "bang" sound, Qiangbiao fell to the ground. The pain was so painful that his chest was about to tear, but he no longer had the strength to cry out in pain.

At the end of the song, take care to draw, the sound of the four strings is like cracking silk.

Ling Yicheng finally stopped.

Naturally, he also suffered a lot of injuries, with streaks of bright red blood crisscrossing his body.

He stood up, took the handkerchief handed to him, and wiped the blood on his shirt. It couldn't be wiped off, so he simply took off his white shirt and wore only a thin vest.

He threw the bloody white shirt next to Qiang Biao.

Then he said calmly: "Let's have a cigarette."

It took a while before the cigarette was handed over to him, and Chen Liang, the master of Feihu Hall, lit it for him personally.

There was the sound of gears clicking in the quiet air, and the fire flickered and went out.

Half of Ling Yicheng's face was hidden in the shadows, and the slender cigarette was between his lips, trembling slightly with the rhythm of his breathing.

He took a deep breath from the cigarette and slowly exhaled a ring of smoke. The white mist slowly melted into the night.

Holding a cigarette in his hand, he looked around with squinted eyes and asked in a low voice: "Is anyone else coming?"

The moonlight shone in fragments, hitting his broad back.

His current expression and his behavior just now made it impossible to ignore the chill behind these words.

Calm but contemptuous eyes.

All the hall masters seemed to be shocked by his lone heroic aura, and couldn't help but feel shocked in their hearts.

The sound of pipa sounded again.

It has been replaced by "Xunyang Night Moon" with an elegant, soothing and warm melody, which is like a spring night breeze, gently touching people's hearts.

Mr. Lin had a faint smile on his face.

Even when he beats people up, he acts like a young master.

He really didn't see the wrong person.

After this battle, Ling Yicheng was at least superficially recognized by the gang.

Of course, in addition to his fists, Ling Yicheng is more talented in brains and has sufficient means.

He did put a lot of thought into it. In the final analysis, it was nothing more than profit. He could do it and listen to the desires and fears of the people below.

Promising a future that did not exist, before the police closed the net, Ling Yicheng made two more large purchases, obtaining some quite reasonable benefits for various gangs.

Ling Yicheng didn't keep any money for himself, so he spent money like water and scattered it all. Comparable to the best charitable honorary gentleman in Hong Kong Island.

Things are expensive on Hong Kong Island. It is not easy for ordinary people to live, and it is even more difficult for them to get around on the road!
Jianghu is the best at bullying the weak and fearing the strong, and being open-minded.

In less than a month, everyone knew that Mr. Lin regarded Ling Sheng as half a grandson.

Ling Sheng is smart and motivated, he knows how to do things, he is impeccable in his actions, he is loyal and ruthless in his work, and he is able to obtain resources and profits that others cannot obtain.

From then on, he was regarded as Mr. Lin's right-hand man and the talker of "Yilin" in the future.

It was easy to deal with these people who were used to the darkness, but Ling Yicheng also felt that something was wrong privately.

Mr. Lin's various behaviors are a bit strange.

He was obviously a cunning old guy like the old man, but after getting in touch with him for a while, Lin Liang seemed to be a little more sincere to him than the old man.

From this point of view, Lin Liang might be even more sophisticated than the old man.

The happiest person is undoubtedly Lin Manrong.

With Mr. Lin in charge, Ling Yicheng would change his family sooner or later and become her bag, and she was determined to win it.

Just thinking about it makes me so excited that I can't control myself.

No matter how shrewd and scheming a woman is, once she falls into the whirlpool of emotions, her IQ will easily decline.

Lin Manrong was smiling all day long, and she was more casual and bold towards Ling Yicheng than before.

She wore exquisite make-up all day, wearing tight-fitting dresses or cheongsams, all slit up to her thighs. A pair of long, white, straight legs dangled in front of his eyes, his eyes fixed on Ling Yicheng.

If she hadn't still wanted to retain the last bit of "seduce" interest, Lin Manrong could have pushed Ling Yicheng directly onto the bed.

Ling Yicheng finally no longer completely turned a blind eye to this woman.

He "interacted" with her in a real and fake way, deeply and superficially, in the name of "taking on the pressure" for her.

He also seems to be well versed in his "boyfriend" duties.

Ling Yicheng finally knew how thick-skinned he really was.

You have to "pretend to be a grandson" and you have to "be a licking dog"...

Tenacity and perseverance turn into gold.

But no matter how thick-skinned there is, there is a limit. The smell of perfume from this woman gives him a headache day by day.

What kind of bees and butterflies has he not seen before?

Unexpectedly, Lin Manrong, a big flapping moth, came over to flap its wings.

Ling Yicheng felt a chill.

You can't hide for the mission.

Almost autistic.

As if being forced into a "desperate situation", Ling Yicheng really couldn't stand this woman showing off in front of him every day.

After thinking about it, I didn't know what he said to Mr. Lin. Lin Manrong was sent back to the capital by Mr. Lin to close the Ligang Entertainment Center, which was suffering serious losses.

Compared with "pretending to be a grandson" or "being a licking dog", Ling Yicheng would rather hide next to Mr. Lin and "pretend to be a grandson".

At Hong Kong Island Airport, Lin Manrong was reluctant to leave.

At this time, she had already developed an unprecedented dependence on Ling Yicheng.

Although I still can't understand him.

You can't see clearly, you can't touch it, you can't break it open and you can't get in.

"I don't want to go to the capital, I just want to be with you." Lin Manrong still had a charming tone and put her arms around the man's waist.

Ling Yicheng dressed casually, with the slightly open neckline of his black shirt revealing the sexiness between his collarbones. The red rope around his neck made his neck look longer and straighter.

Lin Manrong couldn't help but take a second look.

Ling Yicheng could please women at his fingertips. As long as he was willing to put his mind to it, a few words would be enough to impress an already beating heart.