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Chapter 71 Little Jew and Hong Kong Student Take Over, Establishing Dragon Hall

Fei Xiang sent people to keep an eye on Hong Wen's villa.

After hearing gunshots coming from inside, they guessed that it was Lin Long who had made the move.

He sat nervously by the phone, waiting for news from his subordinates.

More than ten minutes later.

After the gunfire had stopped for a long time, his men mustered their courage and entered the villa, only to find that everyone inside was dead.

"Uncle Xiang, everyone's dead." His subordinate reported tremblingly to Fei Xiang, "Hong Wen and Hong Nan are both dead."

"Really?" Fei Xiang's tone was full of disbelief.

In order to eliminate Hong Wen, he trained a large number of assassins, but none of them dared to make a move.

It's because Hong Wen also has a group of very capable bodyguards around him.

If he can't kill Hong Wen in one go, and Hong Wen discovers that he did it, then it's his death day.

Therefore, Fei Xiang has been patiently waiting for an opportunity.

Unexpectedly, a casual collaboration with Lin Long led to the achievement of something he had never been able to do before.

If he really did it, then this guy is truly terrifying.

It's likely that dealing in stolen goods is just a cover for him.

"I saw it with my own eyes. There were more than a dozen bodyguards, and they were all dead."

Fei Xiang's heart sank suddenly, but seeing his subordinate say this, he no longer had any doubts.

He never imagined that this guy who usually dealt in stolen goods would actually have such extraordinary abilities.

"Uncle Xiang, what do we do now?" the younger brother asked anxiously.

"Come back first." Fei Xiang hung up the phone and immediately ordered the purge of all of Hong Wen and Hong Nan's men without hesitation.

Meanwhile, Lin Long returned to the villa and went straight into the bathroom to take a shower.

The warm water washed over my skin, cleansing away the strong smell of gunpowder and blood.

The door was gently pushed open, and the little Jewish boy hugged him softly from behind.

The hot water quickly soaked her hair and clothes, and her warm skin pressed against his back.

Lin Long turned around, slipped his hands under her legs, and scooped up the light-footed little Jewish girl in his arms. With a hint of mockery in his steps, he didn't head towards the bedroom, but instead walked downstairs to Gang Sheng's room.

Little Jewish girl's cheeks flushed instantly. She wanted to cover her mouth and gasp, but her hands were tightly wrapped around Lin Long's neck, leaving her no room to move.

She could only bite her lower lip tightly, her watery eyes looking at him, shaking her head gently with pleading.

Hearing the noise coming from the door, Gang Sheng hurriedly covered his head with the blanket and covered his ears with his hands, but the faint sounds still managed to seep in.

Half an hour later, Xiao Youyi felt weak all over, and he almost didn't have the strength to hold Lin Long anymore.

Lin Long carried Xiao Youzi into Gang Sheng's room.

Gang Sheng suddenly sat up in bed, staring at the scene before him, his pupils shrinking in shock.

"Hong Kong student, hurry up and pass the baton!" Little Jew seemed to have grasped at a straw.

Lin Long put down Xiao Youzi and picked up Gang Sheng in the same way.

An hour later, Gang Sheng called out in a hoarse voice to the little Jewish girl on the bed, "Relay, Sister Ruan, hurry up and relay—"

After resting for an hour, Little Jew recovered and felt he could do it again, so he pounced on the front lines once more.

Ideals are lofty, but reality is cruel.

Even if the two took turns, they were no match for Lin Long.

The next day, it was broad daylight.

Both Xiao Youyi and Gang Sheng were sore and weak that they couldn't get out of bed.

Lin Long made breakfast for the two of them and prepared dozens more, storing them in his system space for later use.

The system space has a time-stopping effect; food placed inside and then taken out will still look as if it were placed inside.

As a time management master, Lin Long makes the most of every second.

This is also why he was able to date so many beautiful women in a limited amount of time.

He finished his breakfast alone, then drove away from the villa and headed straight for the Lam Tin public housing estate.

On the way, he casually called his younger brother who lived in the public housing and asked them to meet at the tea restaurant downstairs.

Lin Long hadn't planned to establish a gang, but he still managed to recruit two underlings who insisted on following him.

I help him with things he can't do in person, and occasionally give him some pocket money, which is like supporting two henchmen.

Of course, this was just Lin Long's own idea.

In the eyes of those two underlings, he was even closer than their own father. They didn't have to work themselves to the bone, and they earned more money than gangsters from big gangs outside. He was like a second father to them.

More than half an hour later, the car came to a steady stop in front of the Lam Tin public housing estate.

Lin Long walked to the door next door with practiced ease and knocked.

The door creaked open, and Fang Zhanbo peeked out sleepily. Seeing that it was Lin Long, he quickly stepped aside, saying, "Brother Long, what brings you back here?"

"I came back to see you. How have you been lately?" Lin Long stepped into the house and closed the door behind him.

"What else can I do? I've lost everything again."

Fang Zhanbo slumped his head, kicked the table leg in frustration, turned around, picked up the kettle on the table, and poured Lin Long a glass of water.

Seeing his dejected look, Lin Long took out a brown paper bag from his pocket and casually tossed it over: "Here, take this."

"Brother Long, I—" Fang Zhanbo held the paper bag, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something.

"I believe in your talent; you'll become a stock market guru sooner or later."

Lin Long interrupted him, his tone firm: "What we lack now is just experience and a little start-up capital."

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"Losing money in the stock market is nothing; consider it tuition and gaining experience."

"I'll take care of the money for you, but as for opportunities, you'll have to seize them yourself."

He patted Fang Zhanbo on the shoulder and added, "Visit the tea restaurant more often when you have time. Fang Fang, Fang Ting, and Fang Min all miss you."

"I understand, Brother Long." Fang Zhanbo clutched the leather bag tightly, his eyes slightly red.

"Call me anytime if you need money."

Lin Long said those words, then turned and left.

Fang Zhanbo watched his retreating figure disappear through the door, engraving those words and this kindness firmly in his heart.

A moment later, Lin Long went downstairs and entered the tea restaurant.

His two henchmen, Feiji and Feiquan, were already waiting there. As soon as he entered, they immediately stood up and respectfully greeted him twice, "Brother Long!"

Lin Long waved his hand: "Sit down and talk."

He was willing to take these two people in to work for him because he valued their simple-mindedness and ease of control.

"Would you two be willing to work for me from now on?"

"Yes! Of course I'm willing!!"

The plane and the flying man exchanged a glance, their eyes instantly lighting up with an astonishing brightness.

They had long witnessed Lin Long's abilities and had been hoping that he could help them make a name for themselves. They never expected that this day would actually come.

No more living a miserable life in a cramped public housing apartment!

The Guan Gong tattoo card sensed their intentions and confirmed that the two of them genuinely wanted to work for him. A satisfied expression appeared on Lin Long's face.