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Chapter five hundred and three debut

Seeing Pei Yu's application, Lin Feng knew that it might have brought up memories that Pei Yu didn't want to remember.

Lin Feng, who saw that he was saying the wrong thing, wanted to say something else to ease the atmosphere, but suddenly he didn't know how to speak, so the two of them suddenly became silent.

About five or six minutes later, footsteps came from the corridor outside the private room. Lin Feng looked out through the door and saw Wen Yuqiang walking respectfully at the front and leading the way.

As soon as Lin Feng saw this situation, he didn't have to guess who was here.

Sure enough, behind Wen Yuqiang, a woman wearing a navy blue cheongsam and a white gauze appeared. Although this woman is middle-aged, due to her proper maintenance, she looks much younger than she really is. If it weren't for the faint traces of betray her around his eyes, those who don't know would definitely think that this woman is only in her early thirties.

Of course, this woman is Aunt Lan, who has met Lin Feng.

Aunt Lan walked very slowly and elegantly behind Wen Yuqiang. She was separated by more than ten meters, which made Lin Feng feel that she had a unique temperament, which should be the legendary "aura".

Soon, Aunt Lan walked into the private room under the guidance of Wen Yuqiang.

Wen Yuqiang respectfully pulled the chair directly opposite Lin Feng. Aunt Lan glanced at Lin Feng indifferently and sat down.

Then Wen Yuqiang started to serve tea and water like a waiter, so he was not attentive.

"Yu'er, what we are going to talk about is probably the ones of our generation. You go out first."

Aunt Lan picked up the teacup, moved it to her mouth and took a sip, and said without looking back.

Pei Yu bowed and responded, then turned around and left. However, the moment she brought the door, Lin Feng saw her worried eyes through the crack of the door.

Now there were only three people in the entire box, Lin Feng, Aunt Lan and Wen Yuqiang.

"After saying that, you came to me to talk to me. If it was just trivial matters, I would have no time to accompany you." Aunt Lan's tone was very light. However, Lin Feng could still hear that his thorny words were a little bit directed at him.

But Lin Feng doesn't care. Whether you are satisfied with me or not, how much does it have to do with me? If you have to tear the face and play to the death, Lin Feng is really not afraid.

Just as Lin Feng was about to reply to a few sarcastic words, the wall behind him suddenly remembered a sound, and then someone walked out of it.

This man appeared slowly and hard, with a calm expression on his face.

It was Chen Fusheng.

When Wen Yuqiang and Aunt Lan saw Chen Fusheng appear, Lin Feng caught a trace of shock in their eyes.

I don’t know if it was shocked by this mysterious person who many people have been searching for for many years, or it was shocked by his appearance.

"You...you are...you are Chen Fusheng!?" Wen Yuqiang's eyes were waiting for Chen Fusheng to look, his tone was full of shock. Obviously, he didn't expect that Lin Feng would get along with Chen Fusheng and directed this meeting together!

Anyone who is familiar with Chen Fusheng knows that this guy is mysterious, and of course he also knows how dangerous this guy is!

Therefore, Chen Fusheng's appearance made Wen Yuqiang both shocked and nervous.

"You don't have to be so nervous. I and him are the only ones here." Chen Fusheng grinned, pulled a chair next to Lin Feng and sat down, and then said, "Of course, our courage to come here alone means we are not afraid of you, so I advise you not to do any inappropriate actions."

Chen Fusheng said, unzipped the zipper and spread the jacket on both sides.

When he saw clearly what was under Chen Fusheng's clothes, Aunt Lan, who was still calm in front of Mount Tai collapsed, couldn't help but change her face.

Wen Yuqiang was so shocked that he took several steps back.

Because at this time the things tied to Chen Fusheng were rectangular strip-like objects, with the surface tied with Huang-colored sealing glue, and next to these dozen strips, there was a small black box that looked rather simple and colorful wires.

As long as you are a discerning person, you can see that this is definitely a dangerous thing.

"Homemade tnt. Although I haven't done it for a long time, my skills are still there. I just need to touch it gently. Not to mention this private room, I'm afraid that even this entire floor will be wiped out in an instant." Chen Fusheng glanced at Aunt Lan and Wen Yuqiang indifferently and said, "How is it? Are you interested in accompanying me to die?"

Chen Fusheng said this lightly, as if death was as ordinary as drinking water and eating in his eyes. It was this attitude of indifferent to death that made Aunt Lan and Wen Yuqiang feel cold all over.

"Are you threatening me?" Aunt Lan's eyes flashed with fear, but she seemed to not want to lose her momentum, so she gritted her teeth and said.

But Lin Feng can also understand her mood.

As the leader of a large organization, she has countless thugs under her command, and only she is arrogant and domineering in her actions. When did she take small roles like Lin Feng and others seriously?

So being threatened by Lin Feng and the others made her very upset.

"There are also counterattacks to heaven. We unknown guys like us can also achieve great things, right?" Chen Fusheng's lips rarely smiled, and said to Aunt Lan in an indifferent tone, "Don't use this kind of toughness to hide your panic."

"I'm not afraid of death, but what about you? I dare to detonate these explosives without blinking, but do you dare? Do you dare?"

Chen Fusheng said with a slightly mocking expression.

"Are you looking for death??" Faced with Chen Fusheng's repeated provocations, even if Aunt Lan has the temperament, she will have to go wild, not to mention that she is a living treasure. Although she has been cultivating her body and qi for so many years, it seems that she has only cultivated a "form" but has not won her "spirit".

Aunt Lan's anger and Chen Fusheng's indifference suddenly formed a sharp contrast, and the difference was determined. Lin Feng looked at all this and suddenly felt that Chen Fusheng was worthy of being an old monster who had lived for thousands of years, and his spirit and courage were really beyond the reach of ordinary people.

At the same time, Lin Feng also became secretly confident about Chen Fusheng, believing that the two of them might be able to do that big thing.

"You are saying this. I've been looking for death for so many years? But so what? I can afford it, can you afford it?"

Chen Fusheng smiled, then stood up calmly, walked around Aunt Lan and Wen Yuqiang, who were a little stiff, and came to the door of the private room. He turned his head to look at Lin Feng and said, "It's boring, let's go."

Damn, this guy really thinks this is a public toilet, and he can leave as soon as he wants.

Lin Feng complained to Chen Fusheng in his heart, but in order to cooperate with this guy's trick, he stood up and walked over with disdain.

"Stop! Don't think of leaving!" Seeing that Lin Feng and the others completely ignored him and did not take her seriously, Aunt Lan couldn't help but stand up angrily, pointing at Chen Fusheng and Lin Feng and shouting, "I'll catch them both!"

"Oh? We're here. As long as anyone of you has the courage, come and catch it. But I advise you to move smaller, this thing on me is not something you can touch casually."

Chen Fusheng pointed to the rows of homemade tnts tied to his body, and a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
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