can not help

Qian Shucheng is serious about learning fighting skills, as can be seen from the fact that he has rented a venue for the convenience of learning.Although the rented place is a bit far and a bit out of the way, but fortunately the price is cheap.Originally, this place was a small factory, the location was not very good, the place was not big, and there were not many people renting it at the end of the year. Qian Shucheng took advantage of it, but the equipment made Qian Shucheng bleed heavily. He seriously doubted Han Yue It is to avenge personal revenge and pick expensive ones to buy.

Since then, Qian Shucheng bid farewell to the life of sleeping until the sun was three poles, and also bid farewell to the disease-free and pain-free body.

Meng Junchen left on the second day after staying in Han Yue. He felt that he would rather go back to work as a coolie than watch this man every day.As for why these two people had such a big enmity, Qian Shucheng didn't ask, Meng Junchen didn't mention it, and they didn't object too much to Han Yue's stay. I thought the matter between them should have little to do with me, so I didn't bother to inquire about it. There are a bunch of messy things to worry about, so I don't have the time to worry about others.

In the first few days, Han Yue was a little venting his anger. He practiced so hard that every day Qian Shucheng climbed home with a sore waist and legs. He couldn't drive the car. Han Yue became the driver, this is the driver. His mouth is broken, and he will be scolded every time he is on the road.Especially for the first special training, not only did the assigned tasks not be completed, but he was basically paralyzed in bed the next day.But young people's bodies always recover quickly and adapt quickly. After a week, Qian Shucheng slowly caught up with the rhythm, and within half a month he was able to complete the daily tasks assigned by Han Yue.This made Han Yue stutter. You know, many of the professional special forces he arranged were very difficult to do.

As the new year was approaching, Qian Shucheng asked Han Yue if he wanted to go to Murong's house together, but Han Yue flatly refused. He didn't dare to see Murong Ling at this time.Qian Shucheng thought about it, or he would not go.He is training every day now. If he goes, the training will definitely be delayed. If he doesn't go, he has already put down his words before.

If it doesn't work, call back and talk.

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Murong Ling stayed in Las Vegas for a month.In the meeting that day, so many backbones were convened, but there was only one purpose, which was for Jesse.No one in this business has clean hands, and Murong Ling's own hands are not clean, so how could he force others?They are just a group of people gathered for profit.

Murong Ling was sitting in the office, wearing a black shirt that highlighted his whiter skin, and a black tie embroidered with dark patterns was tied to the tightly buttoned collar, giving him a kind of ascetic beauty.Turning over the document in his hand from time to time proves that this is not a painting.Shura, who could decide the life and death of some people with one sentence, felt like a gentleman at this moment.

Murong Ling put down the document in his hand, pinched the bridge of his nose, and relieved the sore eyes from looking at the document for a long time.Raising his hand to pick up the desk calendar on the corner of the table, a date fascinated him.

'knock knock'

The knock on the door awakened Murong Ling's consciousness. He put the desk calendar back in place and said, "Come in."

Carl entered the door in response, closed the office door, walked to the desk and stood still.

"Sir, Jesse refused to admit that the large amount of ammunition found in the casino was his own, saying that he had never funded extremist militants, and the accounts that reported him were also said to be maliciously framed. He is secretly working on the relationship, and he should find It’s a pretty good way. The current official answer from the Federation is insufficient evidence, which should be the result of a multi-party game.”

Murong Ling: "What did Hank say?"

"Hank said he was just doing business and not involved in wars between countries."

"Where's Hank?"

"The man was detained in his own home. It looks like he has nothing to worry about. It is estimated that the evidence has been dealt with."

Murong Ling smiled and said, "What do you need evidence for? Are you a policeman?"

Carl bowed his head and remained silent.

Murong Ling twirled his fingers and said casually, "Take Hank directly back to the 'tomb', they know what to do."

Carl asked: "Don't give any explanation, just bring it?"

"I do things, who will I explain to?"

"Yes, sir."

"Also, book a return ticket for me." Murong Ling thought for a while, "It will be in three days."

"What about Jesse, it's not a good thing to let him go like this."

How could Murong Ling not know that now is not a good time to go back to China, but he really wants to know what it's like to celebrate the New Year.

Murong Ling fell into deep thought, and Carl didn't make any more noise. After a few minutes of silence, Murong Ling said, "Let's talk about the air ticket, you go first."

Carl heaved a sigh of relief and walked out. If Murong Ling left at this time, he was really not sure who would be able to hold back the situation here.

Murong Ling leaned on the back of the chair, shaking the chair from side to side, narrowing his eyes slightly, making the corners of his eyes more and more slender.

It doesn't matter if you don't go back, if you don't know the human touch, you won't have any expectations. If you know it, you won't be able to go on in the future, and he is not the only one who will never recover.Besides, no one really expected him.

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After tossing with Han Yue for almost a month, Qian Shucheng was finally able to fight against Han Yue's subordinates head-on. Although he was the one who was knocked down in the end, the messy moves in street fights before gradually became more organized.Han Yue did not teach him the traditional methods in the same way, but in addition to basic physical training, combined with his own way of thinking, corrected some mistakes, and of course taught him some basic fighting skills.It's just that the way number itself is a set, and it can be caught by surprise.

On this day, Qian Shucheng had just had a fight with Han Yue, and sat on the ground panting, when he received a call from Meng Junchen.

"Prince, are you free these two days?"

"Do you think I'm free? What's the matter?"

Of course Meng Junchen knew what Qian Shucheng was doing. He glanced at Meng Junze who was sitting next to him, swallowed, and then said, "It's not Chinese New Year anymore, my dad is nagging you, come here some time?"

Qian Shucheng's voice came from the receiver, and also reached Meng Junze's ears: "Haha, after the new year, I will definitely pay New Year's greetings to Uncle Meng and Grandpa Meng."

Don't, come here every two days. "Meng Junchen squeezed the phone, "I, I miss you." "

"Damn! Your brain is flooded!"

"You're out of your mind, hurry up, come or not!"

"Go, go, tell Uncle Meng that you can't keep the wine ready."

"Then it's settled. You can see which day you are free these few days, and come here quickly."

After hanging up the phone, Meng Junchen looked back at his elder brother, and saw Meng Junze flipping a page of the newspaper in his hand, and said slowly, "Do you want to mention your marriage this time?"

"What, what, what marriage?" Meng Junchen's eyes drifted, and he didn't understand what his brother was saying at all.

Meng Junze said: "My younger brother has really grown up, and he confessed to others directly in front of the eldest brother. Didn't you two see each other every day? Usually you don't even go home, so you just live with him. I will mention it to my father later. , let him tell the little uncle, I guess the little uncle won't care about this kind of thing."

"Fuck, bro, don't hurt me."

"What did you say?" Meng Junze raised his eyebrows.

"No, nothing."

Meng Junze put the newspaper aside, got up and said, "I'll go and tell my dad."

"elder brother."

Meng Junze paused: "What's wrong?"

"Qian Shucheng is my buddy."

"I know, don't worry."

Don't worry, Meng Junze didn't say much, he just went to the study on the third floor.Meng Junchen picked up the phone, entered a few words, thought for a while, then deleted the words just entered, threw the phone aside, picked up the remote control and randomly switched channels.

In the study, Meng Junze stood in front of the desk, as if reporting work to his superiors, standing upright.

Meng Yanzhao said in a deep voice, "Qian Shucheng is sure to come over these few days, right?"

Meng Junze: "According to Qian Shucheng's character, he probably won't break the appointment."

"I see."

"dad."

"I know what you're going to say." Meng Yanzhao raised his hand and interrupted Meng Junze's next words, "Murong Ling was in a hurry this time, and had to come back years ago. Apart from Qian Shucheng, I don't know what else to do with him. Pull it back. Don't worry, Qian Shucheng will be fine, and I won't touch him."

"Las Vegas has been turned upside down by your little uncle. What he pulled out was not just a 'wedge', there were too many intertwined things inside."

Meng Junze pondered: "Since we have already started, it is too late to stop now. If he comes back at this time, there will be more chaos over there."

"Hmph, just to make them mess up." Meng Yuzhao's words were contradictory.

"Can't you see? Murong Ling is diverting someone's attention." Meng Yanzhao smiled, "Qian Shucheng is still too young, Han Yue's appearance directly brought him to the cusp, and Murong Ling is protecting him .”

Meng Junze stood quietly.

Meng Youzhao went on to say: "Las Vegas is an important point. I guess Murong Ling didn't intend to do it so early, and he didn't prepare enough. He wanted to put himself on the tip of the knife, so that Qian Shucheng's side It becomes an insignificant link, which can be put back temporarily."

"Have you started working over there?"

"What do you think Murong Ling is doing when he comes back this time? It's only been so long, half of the 'wedge' has been pulled out, and the other party is probably a little caught off guard, and most of the things pulled out are some inconspicuous places, what's next? It's not that simple. If I have such efficient people under my command, I will wake up laughing from my dreams." Meng Youzhao laughed, and there was always some schadenfreude in his smile.

Meng Junze: "Do not interfere in the internal affairs of other countries. This 'wedge' is clearly dying."

Meng Yanzhao waved his hand: "So Murong Ling must be brought back. The ending is already doomed. There is no need to increase personal risks."

"Are you afraid that Murong Ling will be bitten?"

Meng Youzhao's eyes flashed brightly: "He can't go in now, if he goes in, this game will be impossible to play."