239. Who Is Lian Ye? Your Father Lian Jibei Is Looking For You, Let Me Send You To See Him (4)
What Lu Sheng valued was not their strength either.
but identity.
"If necessary, you can even borrow Yu Feiyi's tiger skin to get protection from the Eastern Military Region..."
Lu Sheng's idea is simple and crude.
If it doesn't work, let the people from the military region drag his family into the military base.
He expected that no matter how powerful the Jidao Martial Arts Lian Family was, they would force their way into the military headquarters if they didn't dare to come up.
"You don't need to shelter for a lifetime, just for a while. Hold on for two or three days, until I finish the matter here and drive back in person..."
Lu Sheng is not afraid to owe favors to Yu Feiyi, anyway, he will repay them sooner or later.
Noodles are here.
White noodles in red soup, steaming hot, with a few chopped green onions sprinkled on top.
Lu Sheng picked out a chopstick and put it into his mouth.
Lu Sheng knew it very well.
Even Jibei's death is nothing.
Waiting for the night to die.
Only then will the real storm begin.
And he...
Lu Sheng swallowed the noodles in his mouth, and took another sip of the hot soup, the perfect line of his neck moved up and down.
Already prepared for everything.
The phone rang.
Lu Sheng casually picked it up to check.
It's a text message from an unknown number.
There is only one address on the text message.
"No. 323 Tonghe Road, Dingsheng Tianshang Entertainment Club, Zun 8 private rooms.
Lu Sheng glanced at it and put down his chopsticks.
He wiped his mouth with a tissue from the table next to him, and looked up calmly.
"Boss, check out."
What Lu Sheng was waiting for, arrived.
In the suburbs of Kyoto, at the foot of Heming Mountain.
Somewhere in the valley where the Qingshui River flows, there is a quiet and elegant Chinese-style mansion.
Every inch of land in Kyoto is expensive, but the real powerful people live 110 meters away from downtown Kyoto.
Before martial arts flourished, Kyoto Province was the heart of Dragon Kingdom, and it experienced martial arts for more than 300 years.
In the outskirts of the city, any place with a bit of mountains and rivers and a good environment has been developed.
For example, at the foot of Heming Mountain, it is an extremely rare and quiet place, and there is only one family ten miles away.
It is conceivable that the people who live here
What kind of hand-eye Tongtian should be.
At this time, Heming was in the courtyard.
A beautiful woman in her thirties, with excellent appearance and graceful manners, wearing a lavender brocade robe, stood in the courtyard with a pretty face, staring at the man in a black suit who lowered his head halfway in front of him.
"Lian Jibei is dead?!"
"yes.
The man in the black suit replied in a low voice: "Grandmaster Lian led the martial arts team to participate in the National Martial Arts Conference for College Students. During the conference, he was challenged and killed on the spot."
"Do you think I'm stupid?"
The beautiful woman said coldly: "I don't know what Lian Jibei's character is? When will he dare to accept another grandmaster's challenge in public?
Have you taken too many drugs?"
"It is indeed Grandmaster Lian who took the initiative to meet the opponent's challenge..."
The man in the black suit paused, and explained: "The one who killed Grandmaster Lian was a level six..."
The stunningly beautiful woman stared coldly at the man in the black suit for a while, then the robe with her left hand suddenly danced.
White Gang Qi came out through his body, violently smashing the rockery in the middle of the courtyard beside him.
Half of the rockery flew towards the man in the black suit in front of him like a cannonball.
The man in the black suit was expressionless, turning a blind eye to the roaring rockery.
The fragments of the rockery were blocked by an invisible force field after approaching a foot in front of the man, smashed into mud, and fell one after another.
"Ma'am, listen to me... the man who killed the Grandmaster was still at the sixth level before he did it, and after he did it, he became a Grandmaster."
The man in the black suit said calmly.
"It turned out to be an amazing martial arts genius..."
The beautiful woman nodded, her expression softened a little.
The tone became natural! The person who just smashed the rockery and attacked the man was not like her at all.
"Then you go and kill him."
The beautiful woman waved her hand and said casually.
It is clear that one second is still sad and angry, but the next second is calm and breezy. It is really rare to have moodiness and anger.
"I'm afraid not..."
The man in the black suit shook his head, "Grandmaster Lian was killed during a formal martial arts competition, and his skills are not as good as others, so we can't blame anyone.
If we seek revenge, we will definitely be criticized and damage the dignity of the Martial Saint..."
"Then my brother died in vain, right?! Did he die in vain!"
The woman suddenly changed her face, and the whole person yelled hysterically like crazy.
A large amount of Gang Qi erupted from her body, and she frantically bombarded everything that could be attacked with her hands and feet.
The man in the black suit just watched quietly, as if he was used to everything.
It wasn't until the entire courtyard turned into a mess that the woman slowly stopped.
"Don't help me..."
The woman's chest rose and fell violently, looking at the man with a sneer.
"If I leave him, there will be nothing, right?
What can I do if I don’t use the power of Jidao Martial Arts?!”
The woman gritted her teeth, not knowing whether to tell the man or herself.
She looked around for something with her head down, and her white and smooth feet stepped on the black and gray gravel mud, showing a different kind of beauty.
Suddenly, the woman seemed to think of something, and looked up at the man in the black suit in front of her.
"Help me contact Lian Jibei's son..."
The woman ordered coldly, "Let him come back quickly to collect his father's body."
"Yes, ma'am."
The man in the black suit nodded, turned around and stepped back.
"It's here.
Through the window of the taxi, Lu Sheng saw the big characters of "Dingsheng Tianshang Entertainment Club" flashing neon lights, and turned to greet the driver.
"Master, just stop here."
"Fifty." (acdj)
The taxi driver gave Lu Sheng some change, and joked with a smile: "Young man, come and play this afternoon..."
Lu Sheng got out of the car, smiled and said, "Look at what you said, do you have to pick a special time for playing?"
"That's right, haha...you're young, it's better to be young."
The taxi driver laughed, stepped on the accelerator and drove away.
Lu Sheng turned his head and looked calmly at the gate of the entertainment club in front of him.
The afternoon sun shone on him and cast shadows under his feet.
Soon, the shadows disappear.
Lu Sheng melted into the air like a bubble, and the sunlight spread down without hindrance.
"Young Master Lian!"
A young man in a gray shirt hurried into the box.
In the box, seven or eight women with scantily clad clothes and heavy makeup stood or stood.
Some were smoking, while others were numbly watching the lyrics scrolling rapidly on the TV screen.
Heavy booze.
"Young Master Lian!"
The young man in the gray shirt held a mobile phone in his hand, stepped forward two steps, and said hastily to a man who was half buried in the sofa.
"your phone number."
The man buried in the sofa raised his head.
He looks like he is in his thirties, with short hair, tattoos on his neck, and not very good-looking, and his expression is a little dazed at this time.
"The female student from No. 3 Middle School, have you been arrested?"
The young man in the gray shirt tightly clutched the phone's receiver, bent down close to the man's ear, and whispered, "It's Mrs. Su's call."
"Shua!"
He woke up instantly overnight, and his eyes were clear again.
"Get out, get out of here, everyone!"
He violently drives away the women around him.
Soon, the entire box was completely emptied, leaving only the young man in the gray shirt, Lianye, and a man sitting quietly in the corner of the box, drinking slowly with a glass of wine in his hand.
"Quick, give me your phone."
Lianye dipped his hands in the ice bucket on the table, wiped his face vigorously, and then said quickly to the Qing army.
The young man in the gray shirt handed over the phone respectfully.
With one look at Lian Ye, he turned around and walked out of the box with great interest.
Behind him, there was a warm and flattering voice all night: "Uncle Zhuang, Aunt Su is looking for me?..."
The young man in the gray shirt carefully closed the box door, and walked along the corridor to the lounge.
When passing by the bathroom, the young man in the gray shirt thought for a while and walked in...
"What?!"
Lian Ye stood up from his seat with a swish, his eyes widened, and his face was full of extreme shock and disbelief.
The man sitting in the corner with a wine glass also raised his head, a bit of surprise flashed in his eyes.
A few seconds later, Lian Ye put down the phone in his hand in a daze, stared blankly at the man in the corner, and said, "My father is dead..."
"Crack——"
The wine glass in the man's hand in the corner shattered, and the red wine in the glass spilled all over the floor.
The man stood up, and an invisible momentum spread out, and the atmosphere in the box instantly became oppressive.
"Who killed Grandmaster Lian?"
He looked shocked, with disbelief in his eyes.
Lian Ye numbly shook his head, "I didn't say anything, but let me go back quickly."
"Then let's go."
The man didn't talk nonsense, he grabbed Lian Ye and was about to walk out of the box.
At this moment, the box door creaked and was pushed open from the outside.
A tall, handsome young man strode in.
"Who is Lianye?"
With a natural expression, he looked at the two of them.
The eyes are very clear, as if walking in and asking for directions.
"Who are you?"
The man who was holding Lianye stared at him unkindly and asked loudly.
The young man ignored him, his eyes fixed on Lian Ye in the man's hand, and his eyes lit up immediately.
"You are the one."
The young man stretched out his hand and grabbed Lian Ye, with a casual gesture, talking casually in his mouth.
"Lianye, your father Lian Jibei is looking for you and asked me to send you to see him."
The face of the man who was holding Lianye suddenly changed suddenly, he was full of hostility, his whole body was full of momentum, and he stepped out with a sudden step.
"court death!".
