This battle not only made the old man in black robe fear Lin Zifeng, but also made Lin Zifeng look at this Long Zaitian with admiration. Unexpectedly, this kind old man who seemed to be smiling was actually hidden behind him!

...

When the old man in black robe appeared in the hotel room again, Long Zaitian was waiting for the result and did not leave early.

When he saw the old man in black robe dissipated his eyes and his whole body was extremely mentally ill. It seemed that there were signs of falling at any time. Long Zaitian couldn't help but be moved again.

"How is it?" Long Zaitian was still calm, but he was extremely shocked. The old man in black robe has been following him for decades, and no one knows his personal strength more clearly than Long Zaitian.

However, now the old man in black robe looked distracted and saw that he had encountered a strong enemy at first sight, which made Long Zaitian frown even deeper.

“Unfathomable!”

The old man in black robe covered his chest and his voice was a little low. His internal organs were chaotic, and his qi and blood were extremely sluggish.

The battle in the suburbs just now did cause serious harm to the old man in black robe. So much so that the root cause of his illness when he was young began to develop.

"You lost?!" Long Zaitian Tiger's eyes stared at the old man in black robe, a little unbelievable.

"I won." The old man in black robe replied faintly. But judging from his face, he obviously won a little bit glorious.

"You go down and rest first." Long Zaitian didn't ask much. As long as he knew the answer, he could guess the result.

"Yes." The old man in black robe lowered his head and said nothing, dragging his tired body step by step towards the back of the box.

Long Zaitian closed his eyes tightly and sat quietly in front of the table alone, holding a glass of dark red wine in his hand. He kept his eyes closed and resting.

It was not until a long time that Long Zaitian's tiger eyes slowly opened.

However, Long Zaitian, who had a frosty face just now, had a strange smile on his face, and his strong and childlike face.

Soon, Long Zaitian's grandson Long Yunfei knocked in and saw his old grandfather, sometimes Long Yunfei couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

Seeing that his grandfather was squinting his eyes and drinking red wine with a happy mood, Long Yunfei was curious.

He stepped forward and asked, "Grandpa, did you let Wen Bo test the God of Death just now?"

"Oh! Do you know this too?" Long Zaitian, who was tasting the steak, moved his beard twice, and stared at his eyes a little surprised.

"You really let Wen Bo test it?" Long Yunfei now even wanted to die.

Finally, he hoped that the God of Death would return, and the God of Death would come to him. He wanted to repay his life-saving grace, but he didn't expect that his grandfather would know about it through any means. After cheating on him, he promised to let the God of Death meet him, but now he asked Wen Bo to test him! Isn't this clearly embarrassing him?

What will this make Death think? He was originally an official, but now his grandfather hit him again. Isn’t this intention to create a gap between him and Death?

"Haha, I'm just curious. See if the God of Death that you often mention in my ears is as exaggerated as you brag about. Uh, don't look at me with that kind of eyes." Looking at his grandson Long Yunfei with a strange look, Long Zaitian's face turned red.

"Then, has the man Wen found out?" In fact, Long Yunfei was always curious about what Lin Zifeng had done for two years. The sudden return made Long Yunfei also confused.

"Unfathomable!" Long Zaitian shook his head with a solemn expression on his face, and his face also showed helplessness.

"Then, did the Wen Bo win?" After hearing his grandfather's simple description, Long Yunfei immediately took a breath. Being able to describe someone in such a tone is enough to illustrate the other party's horror!

You should know that the entire CIA masters are no longer able to find many people who can be called unfathomable by his grandfather.

"Win." Long Zaitian said lightly.

"Win!?"

Long Yunfei said in horror.

"Yes." Long Zaitian nodded.

"Then - then he wasn't injured, right?" Long Yunfei didn't know what to ask now. One side was Wen Bo, who had been with his grandfather for many years, who could call the wind and rain in the entire Zhonghai City, and the other was the God of Death who dominated the entire Southeast Asia two years ago. The two confronted each other. He could not imagine who would win and who would be weak.

"Although you, Wen Bo, won, but you were also seriously hurt." Long Zaitian's eyebrows became more and more serious.

Lin Zifeng's strength and strong rise are not a good thing for them, but rather a threat at another level.

If the CIA does not remove him at this time, and when the tiger really grows up, it will be difficult for him to eliminate him at that time.

"Men Bo is injured?! Where is the God of Death?" Long Yunfei was shocked one after another by his grandfather's words.

"I don't know this." Long Zaitian took a sip of red wine, his eyes shining brightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

...

When the dawn of dawn shone into the room the next day, the guy got up early and started practicing finger Zen in the room. His whole body was completely upside down, and he supported his body with a finger, practicing again and again, especially the one-finger Zen between this guy's crotch. If Nangong Bing saw it, God would know what Nangong Bing would be misunderstood again.

The goal I originally gave myself today was 500. As a result, when I practiced more than 100, the door of the room was knocked several times in a row.

Lin Zifeng was a little annoyed when he didn't go to bed early in the morning and ran to someone else's room to play the trick of slamming the door.

"Who!" Lin Zifeng roared angrily.

"Open the door!" Nangong Bing shouted outside.

Damn! Has this woman been suffering from endocrine disorders recently?

Lin Zifeng walked out in dissatisfaction and opened the door of the room directly. He was about to criticize Nangong Bing.

But I found that Nangong Bing had a cold face first and then shocked. Finally, her whole face turned red suddenly, and in the end there was no last...

"Ah! You hooligan!"

Nangong Bing suddenly widened his pretty eyes and felt a little at a loss. He shouted softly and quickly covered his eyes to prevent his eyes from looking directly at someone or a certain part.

Rogue? Where are there gangsters? Where are there gangsters? Let me chop him up!

Lin Zifeng looked indignant and was about to pull up his wrist.

As a result, the guy walked forward shamelessly and asked seriously: "Where is a hooligan? Brother, I'll help you cut him!"

"You - you - act like a hooligan!" Nangong Bing stomped his feet again, covering his eyes and pointing at a part of Lin Zifeng and said angrily.

Following the direction Nangong Bing pointed, the guy looked down and his old face became a little embarrassed in an instant.

But soon the guy reacted immediately, leaning his arm against the threshold, and laughed: "Uh, that's it. This is just a morning erection. Every man will have a little bit of it in the morning. Hehe."

Lin Zifeng doesn't think he is a hooligan. This is his strong capital. Just like those women with bigger breasts than faces, it means that they rely on low-cut clothes to attract men's attention.
Chapter completed!