Qin Zhanfeng is quite familiar with his mother's personality. He knows that his mother is jealous of money and is really satisfied with him, only she knows it.

But these don’t matter. The question he cares more now is Xiaoxuan’s husband, who is.

The mother was dealt with, the banquet continued, and the guests each developed their interpersonal relationships, and the scene returned to lively again.

Qin Zhanfeng seemed particularly alternative in the crowd, but he didn't care about the eyes of others. He quickly found Ye Qingxuan and Zhang Feng and walked over with big strides.

"Uncle, you are here." Ye Qingxuan smiled slightly, said hello and left the quiet corner with two men, and walked to the side to stay with her mother.

"Who are you?"

Qin Zhanfeng's opening remarks are straightforward and stiff and indifferent, just like his personality.

"Although I can't be your benefactor, I'm also kind of kind. You treat good people like this?" Zhang Feng held the bottom of the champagne glass with a calm attitude and a calm smile.

"How do I know if you are kind-hearted or Xincun malicious?"

The simple conversation between the two people was full of gunpowder.

Zhang Feng shrugged, looked around, and saw that no one was approaching, and said in a low voice: "I have always had a good impression of the former battlefield commander of Dragon Scale, so I helped you. Don't say that emeralds are expensive or something. I don't care about that little money."

Hearing Zhang Feng lifted the Dragon Scale Organization and accurately called out his former position, Qin Zhanfeng was shocked, and a strong chill emanated from the soldiers who had been through the battle formation.

In front of his aura, ordinary people will be frightened and unable to speak in fear, but Zhang Feng is calm.

"You actually know Dragon Scale, or even my identity. Who are you?"

Qin Zhanfeng asked with a low roar, clenching his fists and tense body, making a gesture that he would take action at any time.

Zhang Feng was still so calm, raised his wine glass and said, "We are all relatives, will we do this to me?"

"You deliberately approach Xiaoxuan and then want to get close to me?"

Qin Zhanfeng's face became colder, and the atmosphere between the two became colder and more severe. Perhaps a battle would be staged here in the next second.

Hearing this, Zhang Feng rolled his eyes speechlessly, "Uncle, Xiaoxuan and I have been married for five years. I wouldn't have been waiting for five years to meet you, right?"

Qin Zhanfeng thought that this is the case. No matter what kind of enemy it was, there is no need to prepare for five years for an old soldier who was close to a retired Dragon Scale.

But he did not relax his vigilance, because although he retired, he did not withdraw from Longlin. He is still a tactical instructor of Longlin. In order to conceal his identity, he was named a consultant in a security company under Longlin organization.

The Dragon Scale Organization is very special and extremely secret. It is not recognized by the state, but it bears the accusation of the last line of defense of the motherland and protects the interests of the country. It is known as the Dagger of China.

The Dragon Scale Warriors are all veterans retired from the military, with extremely strong combat power and many warriors in the organization. While defending against foreign enemies, they must also be wary of warriors who "soldiers use martial arts to instigate" to cause chaos.

In short, Longlin's accusations are extensive, tightly organized, and confidential to all aspects, and are not known to the Chinese people. However, abroad, Longlin's name is famous in major intelligence agencies, killer circles, and mercenary circles.

Qin Zhanfeng is a retired veteran. After entering Longlin, he commanded a special operations team, carried out escort, rescue and other tasks, and served as the battlefield commander.

"What is your purpose?"

Qin Zhanfeng still did not let go of his vigilance.

Zhang Feng smiled indifferently: "If I said I didn't want to look at the warrior with a dignified dragon scale and be humiliated by a villain, that's all, would you believe it?"

"Don't believe it!"

Qin Zhanfeng's eyes showed murderous intent, and he concluded that Zhang Feng would not have good intentions towards himself, or towards Long Lin.

"Okay, I'll tell the truth."

Zhang Feng took a leisurely sip of champagne and smiled: "Actually, I don't want to see my old friend being humiliated, so I help you."

"Old friend?"

Qin Zhanfeng was stunned and didn't understand what Zhang Feng said.

"Eight years ago, in Africa, you guarded five scientists who left the war and were ambushed by masters on the way. The team was seriously injured and trapped in a small village after being massacred that night. As a result, they were not attacked that night." Zhang Feng talked with a smile.

"As a result, the next morning, the master's body was hung on a big tree at the entrance of the village, which made you puzzled, right?"

Hearing these words, Qin Zhanfeng was silent, and symphony of blood and fire appeared in his mind.

The battle was quite dangerous. When the team of twelve soldiers and five scientists arrived in the village, they were three dead and four injured. Only five of them were intact, their ammunition was almost exhausted, and they had lost their ability to defend against the enemy.

However, when Qin Zhanfeng encouraged the team members and was about to fight to the end, the enemy did not appear until dawn the next day, they saw the corpse hanging on the big tree at the entrance of the village...

"You...who are you?"

Qin Zhanfeng frowned and asked in a deep voice.

Zhang Feng smiled again, picked up a glass of champagne from the table and handed it to Qin Zhanfeng.

After hesitating for a while, Qin Zhanfeng took the wine glass, but did not give it to his mouth. Beware of what he should have, and he would not drink anything given to him casually.

"Seven years ago in the winter, a Chinese scientist was kidnapped by hostile forces abroad and hid in a secret military base. Longlin was ordered to rescue him."

Zhang Feng took a sip of champagne leisurely and continued:

"A certain Dragon Scale Battlefield Commander was ordered to lead three teams to rescue him, but he did not expect that this was a trap carefully prepared by the enemy. Forty Dragon Scale Warriors entered and were trapped in the base."

"Wait, you..." Qin Zhanfeng's eyes widened and showed an incredible expression when he heard this.

Zhang Feng ignored him and continued: "That night, many dragon scale soldiers were killed and injured. More than ten surviving people actually found the scientist and took him to guard a three-story building.

But while they were still fighting, the fierce artillery fire outside came to an abrupt end, and then screams and gunfire sounded again until they ended again.

When the surviving Dragon Scale Warriors came out to check, they only saw corpses all over the ground. According to the soldiers present, there was enough enemies in a battalion that had been killed."

Speaking of this, Zhang Feng took another sip of champagne, and his calm appearance shocked Qin Zhanfeng deeply.

"You...you...you are the ghost killing god!"

Qin Zhanfeng suppressed his excitement and growled.
Chapter completed!