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Liu Santie covered his chest, and looked at Qin Feng in horror, knowing that this time he really met a master of the inner family.Liu Santie's iron cloth shirt is not a child's body training, it is not that strong, and when it meets Zhenwu Jianzhi, which specializes in breaking qigong's internal skills, it immediately suffers great harm.

Liu Santie forcibly swallowed the blood that was about to be spit out, and said in a hoarse voice, "Let's go."

"No one is allowed to leave!" After getting a look from Qiu Ji, the female manager uttered a shrill cry and stopped in front of Liu Santie and the others—what a joke, the No. [-] room with the most luxurious decoration in the Regal Hotel was called this It looks like he patted his ass and left?

Song Kui looked at the female manager who was the first to jump out and fight her way. Since Liu Santie was defeated, he was already terrified. He was afraid that Qin Feng would throw them all down and settle the score slowly, but such a hotel manager dared to stop her. It was too funny in front of him, Song Kui put his hands on his hips and said angrily: "Smelly woman, do you know who I am? You don't want to live if you block my way?"

"You are Song Kui," a voice said from behind the crowd, "how come we don't know you?"

Song Kui was a little surprised, how could anyone know him?He poked his head around, and his face turned pale. He saw a hotel manager in a black suit walking over accompanied by an old military officer, followed by three police pickets, with a golden badge engraved on the white steel helmet. The four words 'police picket' in red look particularly eye-catching.

The old officer put his hands behind his back and looked at Song Kui and Liu Santie with a smile: "Hey, isn't this the martial arts coach of the corps? Why, you got a little injury?"

"Chen~Uncle Chen." Song Kui stammered and shouted, "You, why are you here?"

The old military officer surnamed Chen ignored Song Kui, tilted his head to look at the seriously damaged No. [-] room and said with a smile, "Xiao Li, your hotel has been smashed badly, what do you think should be done?"

Lu Xiaoshuang's eyes lit up when he heard the name "Xiao Li", and he walked behind Qin Feng and said softly: "He is Li Yiping, the owner of Regal Hotel, a very rich and well-connected person."

Li Yiping looked at the broken door panels and decoration with a gloomy expression: "Take a picture and keep it, and then you take it away, and they will give me the compensation, otherwise I will solve it through legal channels. Hmph, these decoration materials Many of them are imported, and with the employee’s mental loss, the compensation is about 50 million.”

The few people who came in to make trouble suddenly turned pale when they heard this, especially Brother Xiong who ordered to kick the door - three and a half million?If you think our brothers are worth 50 yuan, you can take them all...

The old officer sighed and gestured to the three pickets. The expressionless pickets stepped forward and stood beside Song Kui and Liu Santie, making a gesture of invitation. It can be seen at this time that Song Kui The arrogance just now was nothing more than a paper tiger, but now facing the presence of pickets, which are similar to military police, his face is still as pale as paper.

"You are Xiao Qiu from the special service team, right?" The old officer looked at Qiu Ji and said with a smile, "I will leave these young people to you. Remember to ask them to return the money to Chairman Li. Hehe, our Chairman Li But the famous brothers clearly settle accounts."

Qiu Ji nodded, and asked his two subordinates to drag away the pale-faced brother Xiong.He looked at the old military officer surnamed Chen curiously: Commissar Chen of the Armed Police Corps in the provincial capital, this official is not small in the provincial capital, the key is that this old man has a wide career, many comrades-in-arms and superiors are in high positions.

Commissar Chen looked at the battered door of Room [-], and smiled with his hands behind his back: "Xiao Li, it's your hotel's dereliction of duty to see these customers eating here and being harassed like this. Our team failed to manage our subordinates well, which is also a dereliction of duty, why don't we treat these little comrades to a meal, which can be regarded as an apology."

Li Yiping, the chairman of Regal Hotel, curled his lips in secret, thinking to you, you old ghost, you dragged me to watch the fight on the monitor slowly in the duty room, and now you are making an apology, he thought You old ghost is obviously not negligent but conniving.But since this incident earned hundreds of thousands of dollars tonight, Li Yiping, who is in a good mood, doesn't mind whether he is dereliction of duty or connivance.

Inviting Qin Feng and others to Room [-], the cunning Li Yiping asked the waiter to bring drinks or dishes that could continue to be drunk to Room [-], and then ordered the waiter to serve a few more special dishes.

However, everyone's thoughts were not on eating and drinking, and no one except Xiao Luochen noticed Li Yiping's small movements and secret joy.Qin Feng, Qiu Ji, and several other comrades in arms all looked at Political Commissar Chen. After listening to Qiu Ji's brief introduction to Political Commissar Chen, everyone was in awe of this old man with no epaulettes and only an old military uniform: he is also a real power department. Compared with Song Kui, Political Commissar Chen is much more simple and kind, making people feel less official airs.

After toasting Qin Feng and others with a wine glass, Li Yiping said that he was busy with work, and left politely.Lu Xiaoshuang, who understood, stood up and said with a smile that he would take the injured Lu family child back to rest. Qin Feng's three comrades took the responsibility of sending the girls home very gentlemanly, and soon the people in the box were scattered. Eighth, only Commissar Chen, Qin Feng, Qiu Ji, and Song Huizhen, who is ignorant of domestic officialdom, remain.

Qiu Ji looked at the still standing political commissar Chen, and boldly asked, "Chen political commissar, I'm afraid it's not a coincidence that you appeared here so timely tonight?"

Commissar Chen laughed out loud without any surprise: "After all, he is Lao Hu's subordinate, and he speaks so frankly."

Commissar Chen pointed to the magnificent decoration and decorations around him: "This kind of place where rich people come, Lao Chen, I will definitely not set foot if I am fine. Last time you took a group of child soldiers for target shooting training in the camp, Showing off your skill at hitting apples, our chief appreciated it very much. Later, I heard that you beat up that brat Song Qian'an. The old chief said that maybe someone from the Song family would come out ahead, so let me keep an eye on it for you, ha ha , but since Xiaoqiu is here, my help, old man, is superfluous."

Qiu Ji quickly became humble: "Where is it? If we want to take Director Song and the others back, we have to go through a lot of procedures. It is not as clean and tidy as Commissar Chen."

Political Commissar Chen nodded with a smile: "That's just a little troublesome. You already have the right to supervise each unit, but it's not so convenient to take people away. I'm ashamed to say that Song Kui, a little brat, is looking at the boss. The big one, usually to hinder Mr. Song's face, he is indeed a bit indulgent to him, I didn't expect him to be so courageous, and dare to bring someone out to trouble you."

"But I really didn't expect..." Commissar Chen looked at Qin Feng and said, "I didn't expect Liu Santie to lose to you, brat, it seems that you haven't tried your best yet."

Qin Feng was silent for a while, and said bluntly: "That person is not practicing kungfu in a child's body. After the age of 30, the progress of foreign kung fu training is extremely slow, and it also hurts the body with alcohol and sex. His kung fu is strong on the outside but can do it. He is already on the decline. It's not difficult to defeat him, but the difficult thing is that I don't know his background, so it's not easy to kill him. Because I have met Song Qian'an several times, it is said that his family has some background."

Qiu Ji almost spit out his wine. People like Nima Song Qian'an "have some background"?It's good to have a big background, right?

Commissar Chen was taken aback for a moment and laughed loudly: "You still don't know the origins of Song Qian'an and that Song Kui?"

Qin Feng shrugged: "Every time we meet, either he humiliates me or I beat him violently. How can I have the time to chat with him?"

"Then you have to listen carefully," Political Commissar Chen said with a strange smile: "Song Qian'an's grandfather is called Song Anguo, an old revolutionary who fought all the way. He was the chief of staff of the army a long time ago. He has many disciples and grandchildren. Now he is our military division. commander."

Commissar Chen and Qiu Ji, who were waiting to see Qin Feng piss on the spot, were disappointed. Qin Feng smiled calmly, as if Commissar Chen had just said that Song Qian'an's grandfather was the old man selling deep-fried dough sticks next door.

Commissar Chen looked at Qin Feng and asked appreciatively, "Young man, are you not afraid?"

Qin Feng smiled and said: "I still know a little about Song Qian'an's virtue. If his grandfather really helps him to mess around, can't I stay away? What's more, if I really want to provoke the poor..."

Qin Feng held the wine glass in a daze, and the word "Poverty" almost blurted out. He laughed at himself: "If we really want to annoy us ordinary people, let's risk our lives and pull the emperor off the horse. At that time, Song Qian'an's life and death , but it’s hard to say.”

When Qin Feng said these words, a cold murderous aura overflowed, Qiu Ji had no doubt that as long as Song Qian'an did something that Qin Feng could not tolerate, this kid would definitely dump Song Qian'an into pieces and throw them into the Jinsha River to feed the fish.

As for Qin Feng's later words, Qiu Jijue was even more stunned: "When it's time to fight for your life, Song Qian'an's grandfather is useless. If you kill that kid, I'll just look into deep mountains and old forests, and he won't come out even after killing him. If their Song family can mobilize thousands of people to search for me, hehe, I will go to Xin Triangle to seek refuge with my uncle."

Political commissar Chen laughed so hard that tears came out. No wonder this little ghost was favored by Hu Longtu. This boldness was very similar to that of Hu Longtu back then.Commissar Chen smiled for a while and said, "Isn't that the way to say that you can fight alone with a sword?"

"Chen Political Commissar, your education level is really high..." Qin Feng flattered his face.

Political commissar Chen said with a smile: "Stop flattering, I don't like this. Young man, come to the compound of the military division tomorrow morning, our old chief wants to see you. Hehe, anyway, the old chief specifically asked me to help you solve the problem." Song Kui is gone, you swordsman must meet our old chief."

Commissar Chen looked at Qiu Ji, who was hesitant to speak: "Little devil, don't worry, our old chief just wants to chat with Comrade Qin Feng, and will not poach your corners."

Qiu Ji asked cautiously: "Could it be that one?"

Commissar Chen nodded, ignored Qiu Ji, and continued to say to Qin Feng: "Tomorrow at nine o'clock in the morning, you are waiting at the gate of the hotel, and there will be a car to pick you up. Well, it's getting late, I should go back too, old man Come on, let's go."

Qin Feng and Qiu Ji quickly stood up and drank down the wine glasses.Commissar Chen finished his drink and walked out of the box slowly with his hands behind his back.

"Who is he taking me to see tomorrow?" Qin Feng couldn't help asking curiously.