Lu Changfeng was much more awake at this time, and slowly shook his head: "Revenge? Lu Bai, that boy is too strong, no matter what, he is so strong that I can't even see his true identity. This time, we failed, but, You must go to the martial arts competition and make a name for yourself, so before that, you must not act rashly. Although I have lost an arm, I am still the vice president of the Wushu Association for the time being. Although Feng Qingyang is good at calculation, You can’t completely ignore my request.”
"Dad, what do you mean?" Lu Bai was startled, as if he had thought of something.
"Son, don't waste this time. As long as you go to the tournament, once you shine, no one can suppress your shine. As for revenge, we can wait until after the tournament."
Lu Changfeng patted Lu Bai on the shoulder and quickly caught up with Feng Qingyang: "President Feng, I can go back to rest, or I can resign, but I have only one request."
Feng Qingyang stopped and looked at Lu Changfeng with squinted eyes: "What does Vice President Lu mean?"
"I resign, but Lu Bai is going to participate in the martial arts tournament. I know that there are five places in the martial arts tournament. I believe that with Lu Bai's strength, he can definitely do it."
Feng Qingyang laughed: "Vice President Lu, since you said so, I naturally can't refuse. OK, I agree. You can go back and recover first. As for other things, we will talk about it later."
After that, he ignored Lu Changfeng and entered the elevator with Liu Lang.
Come to the president's office.
Feng Qingyang changed his smile: "Liu Xiaoyou, you are worthy of being the God of Death! Tsk tsk, you actually defeated Lu Changfeng with one punch. Even I am ashamed of your ability!"
"President Feng, do you think I'm easy to take advantage of?" Liu Lang joked.
The smile on Feng Qingyang's face suddenly froze: "Liu Xiaoyou is joking. Haha, it's just that Lu Changfeng is too ambitious. He has always wanted to steal my position as president, and I really didn't expect that he would dare to send someone to tease Mr. Ye. Yes, I was negligent in this matter, I apologize, I apologize!"
As he spoke, Feng Qingyang stood up and bowed to Liu Lang.
Liu Lang accepted it calmly, "President Feng, why did you call me here alone?"
"Oh, this martial arts competition is of great importance. I didn't have much confidence in the past, but now that Liu Xiaoyou is here, I am confident. But..." The topic changed and Feng Qingyang sighed: "But I am afraid of the underground world. There will be some dirty tricks there, so before the game, I want to arrange for someone to protect Liu Xiaoyou. If anything happens, I can communicate with you through the other party. What do you think?"
Before Liu Lang could agree, Feng Qingyang had already clapped his hands twice.
Two people walked out of the office.
One male and one female.
The woman looked about the same age as Liu Lang. She was wearing a tight leather jacket and had an explosive figure.
However, that face was a poker face, and his eyes were cold, and he had killed many people at a glance.
But the man was a monk, about seventeen or eighteen years old. He was wearing a worn-out cassock and had a large string of rosary beads the size of walnuts hanging around his neck.
Feng Qingyang first pointed at the woman and introduced: "Her name is Murong, she is my adopted daughter, and now she is the peak of the Little Grandmaster. Hehe, although it is not as scary as Liu Xiaoyou, it can at least prevent some other people's tricks."
Then he pointed to the little monk: "His name is Gourd. I met him on the street by chance. He was so hungry that he had no food to eat. I thought he was pitiful and gave him a steamed bun. In order to repay me, he followed me. He's by my side. Hey, Liu Xiaoyou, don't underestimate him, he is also a master, and he is also a real little master master, even Murong can't beat him."
"Father, I'm not serious about it. If we really fight, Hulu can't be my opponent." Murong said unconvinced.
Gourd grinned innocently and didn't take Murong's words to heart. He seemed not to care about winning or losing at all.
Liu Lang glanced at the two of them and didn't shirk.
He wanted to see what trick Feng Qingyang wanted to play.
"Then I'll help you two. However, I don't have anything to do before the martial arts competition. I'm just worried that someone will do something to Ye Weiyang, so I'd like you to help protect her." Liu Lang said politely.
"Okay." Murong simply agreed.
Hulu curled his lips: "I want to drink, a bottle of Moutai."
"Ah?" Liu Lang was stunned and a little confused.
What does this gourd mean?
Feng Qingyang quickly explained: "Oh, Liu Xiaoyou, I'm sorry, you may not think that Calabash is a monk, but he likes to drink the most. Haha, and since he followed me, he has become more fond of drinking Maotai. . Anyway, as long as you give him a drink, he will be very obedient."
Damn it, this little monk doesn’t seem to have a very bright mind?
"Sure, no problem." Liu Lang agreed.
Afterwards, after chatting for a while, Liu Lang first asked Murong to go to the hospital to protect Ye Weiyang secretly, while he took the gourd to drink.
But when he walked out of the Wushu Association building, he saw a pair of eyes not far away staring at him.
The owner of those eyes was none other than Lu Bai.
Liu Lang looked at each other, ignored him, and left with the gourd.
On the way to buy wine, Liu Lang asked casually: "Hulu, you are already a junior grandmaster at your age. Your master must be very powerful, right?"
Gourd said naively: "My master told me not to let me reveal his identity."
"Forehead……"
"Then you came from Shaolin Temple?"
"My master said that I will not be allowed to reveal where I come from."
Liu Lang's mouth twitched: "Then why are you called Gourd?"
"Drink first, then answer." Gourd said stubbornly.
Liu Lang was helpless.
It seems that if you want to get something out of the other person's mouth, you can't do it without drinking.
Instead, Liu Langhua bought five bottles of Maotai from a wine dealer at a high price, then took the gourd to a nearby restaurant and asked the restaurant to serve the gourd some dishes.
Pushing all Maotai in front of the gourd: "Now, can you say it?"
Gourd looked at the five bottles of Maotai in front of him, then looked at the dishes on the table, and blinked his big eyes twice: "You invited me to drink and eat just to ask me a few questions?"
"if not?"
Gourd scratched his bare head and seemed a little confused: "But every time Feng Qingyang gave me a drink before, he would ask me to do things. He promised me that this time he would let me keep an eye on you and give me ten bottles of Maotai later. You also helped me find the master. But now, you gave me five bottles at once, and you just asked me questions. I, I don’t even know what to say."
Is this little monk so real?
Liu Lang could see that the little monk in front of him was not bad in nature, and he seemed to be following Feng Qingyang just for the favor of a steamed bun.
But as for what Feng Qingyang specifically asked the other party to do, looking at it like this, Feng Qingyang definitely didn't tell the truth.
"Then can you answer me now, why are you called Gourd?" Liu Lang said with a smile.
"Because, my name is the gourd. My master likes to drink, and I also like to drink. When I was very young, I followed my master to travel around, and my master took the wine gourd. When the master picked me up, he gave me a drink. The name of a gourd."
As he said that, he flicked the gourd and easily popped off the lid of one of the bottles of Maotai.
He raised his head and drank the entire bottle of Moutai in one gulp.
When Liu Lang saw this, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.
Is this really drinking cold water?
"What about your master?" Liu Lang asked tentatively again.
In the end, it would have been better not to ask. When asked, Hulu's eyes suddenly turned red and tears were about to flow out.
"I, my master doesn't want me anymore. He said I'm too stupid. If I stay with him, I'll be plotted by others and I'll die quickly. Wow, he doesn't want me anymore..."
