He Has a Dragon

While the father and son were chatting, the servant below brought the food to the glass tea table in front of Wang Le. 【First release】

Immediately, Wang Le also started to eat in big mouthfuls.

"Eat slowly, kid, no one will grab you." Xiao Yuanfang couldn't help laughing as he saw Wang Le eating like a starved ghost reincarnated.

The two servants standing next to him were no strangers to the eating style of the young master at home, and when they heard the leader's words, they all watched with smiles in their eyes.

After a while, Wang Le devoured all the three dishes and one soup on the table, without even a speck of scum left. Under the light, it was very clean.

After seeing Wang Le finished eating, one of the two servants took down the bowls and chopsticks, and the other made a cup of tea for Wang Le before leaving the living room.

Wang Le took out an after-dinner cigarette from the cigarette box on the coffee table, lit it, and started smoking.

"The matter on Hong Kong Island must be over as soon as possible." Xiao Yuanfang took off the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, breathed in front of him, and said slowly while wiping the glasses lenses with a lens cloth.

Wang Le spit out a smoke ring, watched the thick and round smoke ring floating in the air slowly spread, and asked casually: "Is the official going to enter the venue?"

Xiao Yuanfang put on his presbyopic glasses again, with a solemn look on his resolute Chinese character face, and replied: "Yes, the Hong family has committed a taboo by coming to the capital to assassinate the old leader. If we people in the court remain indifferent, it will only make people feel chilling." .”

Seeing Wang Le leaning against the back of the sofa, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he said: "This is also in line with your wishes. You can justifiably intervene in Hong Kong Island affairs, and drive the Hong family forces out of Hong Kong Island in a fair and honest manner."

Appreciation flashed across Xiao Yuanfang's eyes, and he didn't talk to him. Some things were tacit, and it wouldn't sound good to say them.

At this time, Wang Le asked: "That master in Lian Yayuan, I heard from the old man that only No. 1 knows the origin of the other party, is it true?"

"Eh!" Xiao Yuanfang was startled for a moment, then nodded and replied: "Yes, there are three such mysterious masters in the red wall who are responsible for the safety of No. 1. As for the roots of these three people, except No. 1, other No one, including me, knows."

After a pause, Xiao Yuanfang continued: "Such a serious assassination happened last night, it was too sensitive, so at my request, No. 1 made an exception and sent one of them to Lianyayuan to protect the safety of the old leader, otherwise, The three never left Number One's side.

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Hearing this, Wang Le nodded and said: "This time the Hong family's operation in the capital failed, and it is impossible to make a comeback, so in the boy's opinion, the storm has passed."

Xiao Yuan hummed, and said: "That's right, after this failure, the Hong family must have known that the way of assassination will not work, but we still have to take safety protection measures, so that mysterious master will Sitting in Lian Ya Yuan for a while."

At this moment, Wang Le smacked his mouth and said with a smile: "I really want to try the kung fu of that big inner master, but unfortunately I have injuries on my body, so I can't do it."

Xiao Yuanfang couldn't help giving a blank look, he was too lazy to talk about this topic, this kid is a typical fighting maniac when he meets a real master! .

Immediately, the two exchanged some opinions, and did not go back to their rooms to rest until almost twelve o'clock.

After a night of nothing, after Wang Le woke up the next morning, he could clearly feel that his injuries in his body had healed a lot, which was far beyond his estimated time, and he couldn't help being a little surprised.

According to his estimate, the injury this time was far more serious than the internal injury he suffered when he fought with Qilin last time, but he didn't expect this injury to heal faster than before.

If this continues, it would have taken a month of recovery, but now it only takes half a month to fully heal the injury.

When Wang Le left the bedroom, washed up briefly, went to the dining room to finish the prepared breakfast, and came to the living room, Xiao Yuanfang and Lu Lu went to work and went to school, and Ning Bizhi didn't know where to go.

After asking the people below, I realized that Ning Bizhi had gone to the hospital for a physical examination.

Seeing this, Wang Le had no choice but to go out of the house and come to the small courtyard to bask in the sun.

Nothing happened, Wang Le called Fatty and told him that he was in the capital, and it would take at least some days before he could return to Feicheng.

Fatty had long been numb to Wang Le, the hands-off shopkeeper, and he didn't make any complaints. After chatting for a few words, he ended the call.

At the same time, the second master Hun Sen and his subordinate Bi Hao secretly left China through channels, boarded a private plane parked in China's neighboring Mongolia, and after a bumpy journey, they finally returned to the United States on the other side of the ocean, the Hong family headquarters in San Francisco.

"Patriarch, this time I failed what I entrusted, and I have let you down."

In a magnificent villa, Hun Sen stood respectfully behind a burly and tall man, bowed his head and said.

The man turned around, and saw the black-haired Patriarch of the Hong family with a gentle face, like a well-educated eminent monk. The leader of this huge force.

"Second brother, you are injured." The Patriarch frowned slightly, looking at Hong Sen and said.

Immediately, the head of the family walked to the sofa and sat down, and at the same time told Hong Sen: "Come and sit."

With his head down, Hun Sen breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the Patriarch didn't mean to blame him, he obediently came to the sofa on the left hand side of the Patriarch and sat down.

Immediately, the owner waved his hand, and the servants and subordinates in the living room retreated knowingly, leaving only himself and Hun Sen.

"Tell me what's going on." The head of the family glanced at Hun Sen, whose face was sickly pale, and asked indifferently.

Hong Sen smiled wryly, and said, "Brother, the old ancestor's words are correct. Huaxia is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger, so don't underestimate it!"

The head of the family didn't answer, but nodded slightly, and asked Hun Sen to continue talking.

At this time, I saw Hun Sen coughing twice, picked up a tissue and wiped it, leaving a mouthful of scarlet blood, which made the owner's eyes narrow slightly.

Hun Sen got up and put the tissue into the ashtray on the coffee table, sat back down again, and then sighed: "My brother and I are fighting against a young man. He is already an innate master of martial arts in his twenties."

The Patriarch paused, and murmured softly: "You are so young, I remember that you entered the Martial Dao Xiantian Realm when you were nearly forty years old."

Sitting on the sofa, Hun Sen nodded and said, "He is already a master of martial arts in his twenties, and his achievements in martial arts in the future will be limitless."

After a pause, Hun Sen continued with some uncertainty: "When I was fighting this person, my younger brother found that he seemed to be born in Yeluzi, but he had practiced ancient methods, so he was a little confused."

"Oh?" The Patriarch said with great interest, "Let's hear it."

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