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Chapter 62 Lu Linglong: Hey! You're actually a pretty nice person! (First Update)

Few people watched Feng Baobao and Wang Ergou's match. Besides Zhou Fengliu and Zhang Chulan, there was also Lu Linglong's group. Lu Linglong, who was in charge, seemed to still have some swelling on her left cheek.

"Er Gou should be able to win this match, right? I heard that the other side is just a low-level employee of Na Du Tong. Their company's main player this time is Zhang Chu Lan... This guy is probably just there to make up the numbers."

Yun, who was wearing a mask in Lu Linglong's small group, spoke up.

"That's hard to say. Isn't Zhou Fengliu just a low-level employee at All-Around Company?"

"Look at... Zhou Fengliu!"

As Zhou Fengliu appeared on the stands, everyone's eyes turned to him not far away. Lu Linglong's hair stood on end, and the sight of Zhou Fengliu immediately brought to mind the fight she had suffered before.

“Miss Lu…” Zhou Fengliu raised an eyebrow slightly when he saw Lu Linglong, and then greeted her:

"Miss Lu's injury...is it any better?"

"Okay... Mr. Zhou, I'm fine now." Lu Linglong looked dazed and somewhat at a loss... She wanted to change the subject, but didn't know what to ask Zhou Fengliu. After a couple of seconds of silence, she quietly said:

"What brings Mr. Zhou here?"

"?"

Upon hearing this question, Zhou Fengliu was stunned, as were Lu Linglong's friends behind him.

This question is just as valuable as asking a repairman what he does for a living...

For a moment, Zhou Fengliu's question left him somewhat speechless.

"Ms. Lu... I'm so sorry, I didn't control my strength well when I went on stage, and I may have injured you. If it's not serious, you should go to the hospital for a check-up. I'll pay for it for you."

Based on the question Lu Linglong just raised, Zhou Fengliu had reason to suspect that his big punch might have made Lu Linglong stupid.

"Huh?" Hearing Zhou Fengliu's words, Lu Linglong was slightly taken aback, and a surprised expression appeared on her face as if to say: Hey! You're a pretty nice person.

"Never mind her... She was just too embarrassed by what happened, that's why she started talking nonsense."

"Oh...I see." Zhou Fengliu nodded, then turned his gaze to Feng Baobao and Wang Ergou, who were walking in from outside the venue.

What you can see.

Feng Baobao hummed a little tune and walked with an air of nonchalance, seemingly very confident of winning the match.

On the other side... Wang Ergou was dressed in a very flashy way, wearing glasses with two black lenses, a buzz cut with red hair, earrings on both ears, and a black and white suit. From a distance, he looked like a zebra that had come to life and escaped from the zoo.

To be honest... this kind of avant-garde aesthetic is a bit tacky, but... tacky to the extreme might just be trendy.

"You... are my opponent?" Feng Baobao asked in a Sichuan accent.

"Okay, let me formally introduce myself..."

Wang Ergou adjusted his glasses and was about to introduce himself in a flamboyant manner when Feng Baobao's size 30-something jade foot kicked him hard in the face, giving him no time to react.

bang bang bang --

After kicking Wang Ergou to the ground, Feng Baobao didn't hold back at all and went up to kick him hard in the face.

"Hey! Where did you come from? Don't you know any manners?!" Wang Ergou shouted angrily, covering his face with his arms in an attempt to defend himself.

"Don't you know you can't launch a sneak attack when someone is introducing themselves?! That's unethical! What about your self-cultivation as an Outcast?!"

"Forehead..."

In the stands, Lu Linglong and the others watched as Wang Ergou was kicked around by Feng Baobao. After a moment of silence, their gazes turned to Zhou Fengliu and Zhang Chulan.

“Um… Mr. Zhou,” Lu Linglong began.

"?"

"Are all the roads you travel to so far... so wild?" Lu Linglong asked.

“... Zhang Chulan.”

"..." Zhou Fengliu.

"What are you talking about... We are a legitimate company! Our employees are also a bunch of legitimate people!" Zhang Chulan began to introduce the company culture. He was shameless enough to say anything without batting an eye.

Hearing this, Zhou Fengliu exclaimed, "Damn it, shameless!" If he hadn't gone to bury people with Feng Baobao and Zhang Chulan last night, he would have truly believed that Zhang Chulan was serious!

"Oh...is that so?" Lu Linglong was impressed but didn't understand.

The crowd continued watching the match. Meanwhile, Wang Ergou had stood up. Looking angrily at the disheveled and unsportsmanlike Feng Baobao in the distance, he said:

"Vulgar! Lacking in martial ethics! Unruly! And unkempt! He doesn't even have the most basic manners!"

As Wang Ergou spoke with an air of impending doom, he began to circulate his Qi and unleash his power. Within a few breaths, Qi of rainbow colors appeared on his body, colorful and dazzling.

...

"What...is this?" Zhang Chulan, standing on the platform, was very puzzled by Wang Ergou's methods.

"This...this is a kung fu created by Er Gou, Flowing Rainbow...it incorporates hints into one's own Qi, so all attacks can affect the opponent's emotions..." said a teammate from Lu Linglong's small group.

Their words implied that Wang Ergou's method was incredibly powerful, while Zhou Fengliu, after listening for a while, felt that this method of influencing people's emotions sounded somewhat familiar.

Um...

It seems to be that old bald monk's Twelve Labors Formation...

Zhou Fengliu thought of Gao Ning, whose relic he had removed...

As he was thinking, the battle below began to become intense.

Wang Ergou tried everything he could, but it had no effect on Feng Baobao.

Seeing that Wang Ergou's methods didn't seem to cause any real harm, Feng Baobao relaxed and continued kicking Wang Ergou's cheek.

"Holy crap, don't slap me in the face... I give up, I surrender! Feng Baobao."

Wang Ergou admitted defeat just like that. His flamboyant glasses had been kicked off by Feng Baobao, and he was no longer as elegant as before.

"Finished...that's it." Feng Baobao patted the dust off her hands, then put her hands in her pockets and walked out of the arena with an air of indifference, leaving Wang Ergou lying there like a corpse.

"..."

On the stands, Zhou Fengliu and Zhang Chulan were not surprised by the result, and for Lu Linglong's group, it was not something that could keep them silent.

Their silence stemmed from the way Feng Baobao kicked the ball...

So you really don't use Qi?

"Um, Miss Lu, we'll be leaving now." Zhang Chulan said goodbye to Lu Linglong and the others, and then left the stands with Zhou Fengliu.

"Um..."

At this moment, as Lu Linglong's group watched Zhou Fengliu and Zhang Chulan leave, they couldn't help but feel an inexplicable curiosity about the company, Na Du Tong.

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Chapter 63 Zhang Chulan: Come here! (Second Update)

What kind of people are these frontline employees at NaDuTong Company?

"Zhou Fengliu, the God of War Who Forces Fighting".

Feng Baobao, known as "Ms. Circle Kick".

And then there's Zhang Chulan, who's shameless.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like a proper eccentric!

...

"Now I'm the only one left, right?"

After leaving the venue, Zhang Chulan said that it was now his turn to perform.

"Yeah, we're counting on you. Good luck." Zhou Fengliu patted Zhang Chulan on the shoulder to encourage him.

"Brother Liu, you're actually encouraging me like this..." Zhang Chulan was somewhat flattered.

Seeing this, Zhou Fengliu told Zhang Chulan not to overthink it...

If he hadn't placed several thousand yuan bet on Zhang Chulan at Bai Shixue's betting platform, why would he be so counting on Zhang Chulan...

"Brother Liu! I'm going!" Zhang Chulan said firmly.

"Um..."

Watching Zhang Chulan's departing figure, Zhou Fengliu stroked his chin, then took out his "far ahead" phone, logged onto the website, and briefly checked the odds.

Has the money arrived?

It's pretty fast.

As Zhou Fengliu watched the funds flow back into his account, he briefly sensed the rate at which his internal Qi was increasing.

how to say?

In today's competition, he bet on almost every opponent he could think of who would win, such as Zhuge Qing, Wang Ye, Zhang Lingyu, Feng Baobao, and himself. Although the odds weren't high, he still made a few tens of thousands of yuan...