"Win? Hum... Ge, you guy on the chessboard didn't win." Hum hummed coldly.

There were not many hairs on the top of my head, my head and face looked shiny, with a big head and a thick neck, and a fat man from top to bottom, with a very fat appearance, with a very narrow slit, and mumbled in dissatisfaction. The palm-shaped fan in my hand plucked it on the chessboard twice, and the messy chess pieces were scattered everywhere, everywhere on the table and underground. Then my body leaned back and swayed the palm-shaped fan quickly. My face was tilted to one side, as if I didn't want to talk to others.

The cold middle-aged man sitting opposite him stared at him coldly. He looked at him with a expressionless face and said coolly: "Win means winning, you don't care where I win. Do you have to admit your claim if you want to lose?"

"Who doesn't admit it? Who doesn't admit it? Ah? We Sichuan people are all mankind. Do you know what men are? They just spit and smash the pit on the ground! If you ask all over the world, who dares to say that Fat Master doesn't admit it?"

Damn it, this guy dared to doubt the character of a certain family. The fat uncle suddenly became anxious, and his fat flesh was covered with more than 200 kilograms of fat. He pointed his palm-shaped fan directly at the other party's nose, and opened his small eyes with a thin line. Although his strength was achieved, his natural conditions were limited. On his big face, he still looked so small, so thin, and so lacking. However, the resentment light inside was not weakened by the small eyes, but was bright and terrifying, and the light burst out.

I was angry, panting, and I was really sitting like a stone pier, and it was super large, standing up like a wall, giving people inexplicable pressure.

The cold middle-aged man curled up his four fingers, and his middle finger popped up to push his eyes on the bridge of his nose. He whispered slowly: "It's good if you don't have to pay off the debt, then when will the bet be fulfilled?"

"This...hehe, that's what, that's it..." The whole body suddenly blew, the light in his eyes disappeared, and he sat back on the stone pier, smiling flatteringly.

"It's just a big deal. I don't have any rules for debts and arrears here. Come on, let's talk about it." Leng Junzhong said.

The fat uncle curled his lips and said, "Damn it, you are so poor. Tomorrow, oh, no, the day after tomorrow, no, no, after returning to Beijing, Fat Master will give you the things."

Received a positive reply, the corners of the cold middle-aged man's mouth were secretly raised, but the curve appeared quickly, and the scattered faster. The fat man on the other side did not notice it. He patted the dust that did not exist in his hands, got up cleanly and left without turning his head, and turned his back to the fat uncle, and walked towards the iron gate of the yard, and said as he walked: "The rest is left to you."

"Yes." It's time for this. Even if I've been reluctant to leave the thing that has been hidden for many years, I can't help it. Who told me to lose? The fat uncle nodded in pain, turned his head, and his angrily eyes locked Tang Ning. Tang Ning felt nervous for no reason. Sweat began to ooze on his forehead. It was not hot, but he felt the invisible and intangible pressure brought out from the fat man's eyes seven or eight meters away.

The previous guess is correct. This fat man is not an ordinary person! In addition to his aunt, these two are the most powerful masters who have seen the highest cultivation level. Of course, Mr. Chen from Chenjiazhuang is not weak, he is the only one who has a rare national martial arts master in the contemporary era, but the paths they practice are different. The pressure is different. Qimen and Chinese martial arts have the means to rush to death when they reach a certain level, but Qimen magic is more strange and weird. It often hurts people and makes people unconscious. In other words, the fat man who has reached the level of cold middle-aged man in front of him is dangerous to people.

His nature is greater than that of the pure master of national martial arts. Tang Ning is cautious in his heart. His eyes are calm and he looks back at the past. His cultivation is not as good as the other party, but his aura cannot lose. He is timid before he fights, which is not desirable. He wins, and he doesn't dare to think about it. There is no such possibility. However, even if he wants to lie down, his bones in his body must be broken into pieces before he can lie down. This is called losing without losing. Of course, except for the life-and-death battle, even if he knows that he is unable to defeat his neck, he is stupid. Tang Ning is not stupid. On the contrary, he has a nature that the tighter the situation, the greater the pressure, the clearer his mind, the clearer his thinking, and the sharper his feeling.

There was pressure, but no hostility, nor murderous intention, so Tang Ning dared to look back calmly and dared to look at this strange master directly.

Just as they looked at each other with big eyes, they sat and stood, seven or eight meters apart, and did not move.

At this moment, the cold middle-aged man had just walked to the door. At this moment, he suddenly stopped, turned around and raised his hand to greet Officer Zhang Jingsheng and Zhang, who was standing foolishly on the steps under the eaves.

"Are you from the Municipal Bureau?" His voice was cold and he could not hear any fluctuations.

"Ah? Oh, yes, I am Zhang Jingsheng, the criminal police team of Jinshui District, Municipal Bureau." Police Officer Zhang quickly continued the conversation.

"Zhang Jingsheng? Oh, I've heard of you." Police Officer Zhang's heart moved, and then he heard the other party say in an orderly tone: "Come with me."

"Yes." Officer Zhang nodded at Tang Ning with a serious expression, took a step down, and quickly followed.

There was only one fat and one small one left in the yard. After two or three minutes, the atmosphere between the two relaxed. Tang Ning had just put his hands on him, and he wanted to treat the fat man like a Jianghu people, but suddenly he thought that this place was the National Security Bureau and the other party was an official. For them, the people who were not registered, and the registered Jianghu people were unstable factors. If they performed Jianghu people, it meant that they were Jianghu people, and their cultivation was too different from the other party. In this case, they would not be pushed away by the other party? Thinking of this, they put their hands on their chest, and as soon as they put them on, they immediately put them down. They owed their bodies slightly, and said, "Hello, senior."

The fat uncle stared at Tang Ning in disappointment, pouted, and said with a bad look: "Hello. I'm not."

"Ah? Oh." He stood there and scratched his head, smiling dryly, as smart as Tang Ning didn't know how to answer the conversation.

The fat uncle looked at Tang Ning again with a scrutiny and looked around him, pointing at him with a palm fan. He said angrily: "Boy, don't stick there, come here."

"oh."

He stepped down the steps, walked under the grape trellis, stood opposite the fat uncle in front of him through the stone table, and bowed again, "Senior."

"Don't be stupid, sit down." The palm fan pointed to the stone pier that the middle-aged man had sat on before. He signaled Tang Ning to sit down. After he sat down, he said in a slight manner.

"Boy, you're not bad, join us?"

"......Senior, what did you say?" Tang Ning didn't understand for a moment and asked blankly.

"I said I'll let you join us. Do you understand?"

"You? Sorry, senior, are you referring to?"

"Hmph, Zhang Jingsheng didn't tell you what this place is? If no one told you, can you sit here now? Slip-headed guy, I'm pretending to be confused with Fat Master, right?"

"No, no, senior, you misunderstood. It's just that you... are you really from Guoan?" Before the fat uncle on the opposite side answered, Tang Ning followed and said, "But as far as I know, the people from Guoan Zhengzhou Branch seem to be not, no, haha..."

"It's not like Fat Master, right?"

Tang Ning nodded with a smile.

The fat uncle said, "Idiot, who told you that the people in Guoan must be like the official, must be hypocritical and have a serious coffin face? I am not only a member of Guoan, but also a big shot in the National Security Bureau who keeps his word... Ahem, one of them. Do you understand? I personally invite you, it is your blessing, and it is your kid's ancestral grave that is coming out of the blue. In a word, as long as you nod, I will follow Fat Master, and I will drink delicious food in the future. After going out, you will only bully people, and no one dares to bully us. If you want to pick up girls or fight, you will have the identity of a layer of gold. Even if something happens, the police will not dare to cause trouble for you. How about it, isn't it good?"

"Yeah, that's not bad."

The fat uncle's eyes suddenly lit up, and his fat and huge body looked forward, and he couldn't wait to urge him through the stone table, "Then nod! What are you waiting for? Identity, ID, etc., there is no need to worry about it, and then make up for it immediately."

Tang Ning, this knight! I never expected that the country's weapon, the National Security Bureau, which represents the sword of the Emperor, was so simple to recruit people. He did not suspect that the fat uncle with a tonnage of more than 200 kilograms in front of him was fooling him. If he guessed correctly, it was that the fact that he was also a cultivator would definitely not be concealed by others. It is estimated that the country adhered to the principle of special treatment of special talents and extended an olive branch to him. However, no matter what the country or the fat man's purpose is, it seems that this kind of recruitment is not a proper way. Because he knows his own affairs, he is born not the kind of person who likes to trouble himself, and what he fears the most is responsibility.

Getting into Guoan is like getting into trouble and taking responsibility. You can't bear it yourself or take it.

Of course, he knew exactly what the consequences of his rejection were. If he guessed correctly, this fat uncle like Maitreya Buddha would definitely change his face and threaten him.

Sure enough, as Tang Ning expected, after he vaguely expressed his refusal, the fat uncle's expression changed immediately. A series of threatening words were like bullets shot from the muzzle. Tang Ning's backbone was cold, and the air conditioning was directly touching his heart. He knew that the other party was half true and half false, but he still made his pores stand up.

"I'm a guy, boy, Fatty asked you at the end, would you agree?"

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"Boy, you have to think about it. If you dare to shake your head and refuse, Fat Master will immediately arrest you. Just colluding with the Hongmen family will make you squat in prison for a few years. Besides, hum." A fat face that was still warm just now was like frozen ice, and the light in your eyes was even more touching. "You guy really think no one knows the secrets on your boy? You are not old, hum, your hands are very poisonous!"
Chapter completed!