Yao Yifei and three other members of the operation team looked red and sarcastic. The lingering fear in their eyes had not dissipated for a long time. They were instantly controlled, and there was no room for resistance. What kind of elite is this? If the other party is an enemy, then killing them is like slaughtering a chicken.

"Blackhead, I'm sorry, we...we embarrass our action team."

Looking at the three dejected team members, the fat white man's face sank and shouted, "Raise your heads up, look at how you all look like? You can't stand such a small setback?"

"Blackheads, we...we..."

"What's wrong with you? Not to mention you, even a group of master-level experts stand here, they can't get it in the hands of that old guy. OK, okay, don't be sad and leave!"

The fat white man took three subordinates into the woods and returned along the same path. The people from the Gongsun family who were left behind began to take action, and took out various magical tools and props of different shapes and sizes from their bags to repair the spiritual foundation.

This is just like building a house. It is easy to demolish and it takes time to build it. Repairing the spiritual foundation not only requires re-finding the direction of the dragon-guiding array, but also requires changing the Feng Shui bureau according to the direction of the terrain. Moreover, this Feng Shui bureau also affects the momentum of the entire Mount Tai. If you miscalculate the position a little bit, the effects will be very different. Such a huge and complex workload cannot be completed in a short while. Even if the Gongsun family is an expert in this field, it must be as fast as three months and as slow as half a year. This must be with the cooperation of multiple people and the division of labor. If it were other thrillers who are good at this, it would have to be as fast as about one year.

He walked in the forest with a creaking creaking of dead branches and rotten grass. The shoes of several people were completely wet. The legs of the trousers and calves were also wet with dew. The fat white man walking in front suddenly stopped, raised his head and sighed.

"White-headed, what's wrong?"

The fat white man stood still and didn't move, just asked quietly: "Do you guys regret joining the Secret Service and regretting the operation team?"

The voice revealed a little confusion, and the back felt even more bleak. It was like a person standing in front of a fork in the road, unable to figure out the direction and asking for directions. This kind of thing is rare in the fat white man, and even several people have never seen him before.

The three team members following him looked at each other in confusion by the question, but it could be seen that Baitou asked very seriously. He had to answer.

"It's okay, compared to when I was in the Master's Sect, I don't feel anything. I can't say I won't regret it later. Unless I die one day. Otherwise, I will probably keep following you and stay in our action team in the future!" Qiao Zhian, who was born in Yanbei Kuaidao Sect, replied casually without thinking.

"I feel similar to Zhian. When I was in the Black Demon Cave, I had only fought but also fought all day long. I didn't think about what it would be like in the future. Since I joined the Secret Service, especially after joining our Operations Group, I feel much more at ease. This is the first time I feel that I am not useless, and I still have some value in existence, haha. So, I don't regret it. I didn't know it before, now, and in the future. Everyone in the group knows that I am an orphan, and I have no relatives. Our Operations Group is home to me." Xu Song said easily.

Yao Yifei pondered for a while and said, "Do you regret it... This is not a question, but it doesn't matter if you have any awkward feelings. Xu Song and Zhi An are the two of you who joined the group later. So I don't know. You and you are different from most of the brothers in our group. You either want to challenge them all the way. Or you are ordered by the Master's Sect to join the action group. I, hehe, was taken down by our Baitou. At that time, I only gave me two ways, one was to prepare and sit down, and the other was to join the Secret Service and serve the country. At first, I just deal with it, waited for the moment, and found an opportunity to slip away. But later, I spent a long time in the group. I felt a lot and learned a lot. I was called the Evil Gong in the world.

When I was a child, it was really cool. Life was good. But I always had a bit of a luxuriant feeling. Sometimes when I was alone, I always felt that I was chatting in my heart. But after performing several missions with my brothers, I truly realized that if I don’t have many companions and brothers in my life, I wouldn’t be able to meet the eyes until the day of my death. Because he lived incompletely in this life. It was incomplete. From then on, I thought, forget it, maybe my evil young master Yao Yifei is the lucky number of the official family to work for the government. Now by the way, I have calculated it with my fingers. It has been four years. Maybe I have lost a lot in these four years, but I have gained more. So, in a word, I, Yao Yifei, sold my life to the Secret Service Bureau, to the Action Team, and to you.

After hearing these words from his heart, Fatty White sighed again, said nothing, but just greeted him casually. "Let's go."

Several people followed the fat white man, about six or seven meters apart, and gathered together and whispered.

"You guys, what's wrong with our white-headed guy?"

"Yifei, Baitou takes care of you the most. Can you tell me what you are?"

Yao Yifei frowned and looked at the fat white man's back. He shook his head in confusion, "I don't know, this is the first time I have seen a white hair like this. It seems that I have been hit by something."

"Well, I think so too. But with Baitou's strength and character, what can he hit him? Could it be that he is cold..."

"Shut up, are you looking for death?" Yao Yifei and Xu Song shouted loudly at the same time. Qiao Zhian, who is just 23 or 24 years old, also realized that he had lost his words. "Sorry, sorry. He was negligent, he was negligent. Hehe."

"I guess it may be that Mr. Gongsun. Do you two remember what the old guy said when he left?"

"You mean?"

"Well, that's right, it must be the case. He said we can't do it, not that our Secret Service is not strong, nor that we are deliberately insulting us, but that we are hinting at our identity."

"Official identity?"

"That's right."

"But... the official status is quite good! It's convenient to do things. Beijing-Tiantang, north of the Yellow River, and the Yangtze River Delta spans six provinces and three municipalities directly under the central government. Who wouldn't be polite when you see us in the area under the responsibility of our Secret Service? Baitou has been in the Secret Service for decades. Is it too late to care about his identity?"

"Xiao Qiao, Xiao Qiao, why don't you say you are tender? You kid are just a elm head when you see the problem." Before Qiao Zhian blushed and argued, Yao Yifei hugged him and said as he walked: "Let me tell you that my brother will give you a distracting analysis. Although we are all officials, after all, we are still people in the Jianghu. What are people in the Jianghu? What are people in the Jianghu? In fact, to put it bluntly. They are just grass-roots, and they pay attention to revenge. If you have revenge, revenge, and revenge. If the enemy stabs me, I will cut off his head. Drinking and picking up girls, I will play freely and make it easy. But now, look at how our operation team is so frustrated? Take Taishan

In terms of this matter, it’s fine if you don’t know who your opponent is. Since you know who your opponent is, and you’re a case committed at our doorstep, you have to deal with it. Whether it’s the Secret Service or other departments, as long as you have an official identity, it’s a severance on the border! But that old man and the others are different. They don’t have an official identity and are seeking revenge in private. Even if something happens, it’s not about the national level. That’s the style of doing things that the people in the martial arts world should have. They act decisively and chase thousands of miles away. We are a white man, he doesn’t care about his identity, he cares about invisible constraints and many bullshit rules that don’t work, that’s not good.”

The fat white man walking in front showed a faint bitter smile and helplessness on his face. Seeing that? There was no coward or idiot under his command. He looked at the problem so thoroughly! But what if he saw it thoroughly? Do you have to endure it? Being obsessed? This is the collective, a country, and it is absolutely not allowed to act recklessly. Otherwise, without rules, wouldn’t it be a big deal?

It’s better to be free! No one is in charge, no one is suppressed, no rules and restrictions are bound by them. With a conscience that does good and not evil, you can do whatever you want. How can you do as much as you are now? Alas!

......

When Tang Ning and the others got off at Beijing North Station, they arrived at about three o'clock in the morning. It was just a time when they were sleeping alone, Zhengxiang was unwilling to move and get up. Anyone who disturbed her good dreams and sleeping was an unforgivable sin. Eleven people lay down and slept soundly for five pairs, and the remaining one was a few minutes before the station. Of course, they had to be responsible for waking up the others. The result was not to be asked, even the boys, the angry eyes burst out from their sleepy sleeping eyes made Tang Ning's pores tight, not to mention those girls.

After getting off the car, he left the platform, and kept complaining and cursing all the way. Its power is probably going to allow Tang Ning to have nightmares for 9981 days.

I'm speechless and called God! Who provoked me for this trick?

What was even more depressed was that the group rushed to the courtyard. There were seven houses in the courtyard, not to mention eleven people, even twenty-one people could be placed. But the key was that if there were beds, there were three rooms that could sleep. The others were either not cleaned up or some miscellaneous items were placed. In short, six boys and five girls had to divide the three houses that could sleep. At this time, the priority was of course in the hands of the female students. One and a half minutes later, one of the three houses was left. The six boys were on guard against each other, careful and alert, staring at each other or the people around them as if they were guarding against thieves, and their steps were moving secretly.

Hula! He rushed into Zhou Yu's room at the same time. I wonder if he, the owner, was unlucky. When others grabbed the Walore, who could rest and sleep, when it was his turn, he was not even a seat. The chairs were placed side by side as a bed.
Chapter completed!