In a simple and elegant study room, two old men sat opposite each other. They were the only two people in the large study room. There was a table in the middle, and on the table was a chessboard. The two old men were looking at the black and white colors on the chessboard.

The two chess pieces are Long Tuhai, the leader of the Dragon Gate, and Xiang Wentian, the leader of the Hua Gang.

Xiang Wentian stared at the chessboard for a long time, but the black piece in his hand never fell. Facing the chess game that was blocked everywhere, he had no way to save the piece. "Hey!" Xiang Wentian let out a long sigh and threw the chess pieces beside him.

In the sandalwood box, he shook his head and said with a smile: "Mr. Long's chess skills have improved a lot. I am resigned to being defeated. I will never be able to beat you, Mr. Long, in this life."

"Hahaha! You have regressed a lot compared to a year ago... You can see your character by watching your chess moves. If you ask God if you have something on your mind, just say so. There is no need to avoid anything between you and me.

"Long Canghai said with a smile.

Xiang Wentian stood up and picked up the teapot on the table with both hands. He filled Long Canghai with a cup of tea, then filled himself with tea again, and said slowly: "My thoughts can never escape Mr. Long's eyes at any time. I do have something on my mind."

, this concern is also related to the future of the Chinese Gang."

"If my guess is correct... what you are thinking about should be about the next leader of the Hua Gang." Long Canghai took a sip of tea and said with a smile.

"Yes, Mr. Long's guess is absolutely correct. The thing that bothers me is about the future leader of the Chinese Gang. This is a big deal for the Chinese Gang, and I, the gang leader, have to worry about it." Xiang Wentian said with a bitter smile.

Long Canghai nodded, his eyes focused, and said: "Wentian, do you have a suitable candidate in mind?"

"Yes, my sworn brother's grandson is considered a young hero, but he is not calm enough and cannot let go of the hatred in his heart. I am a little uneasy." Xiang Wentian said thoughtfully.

"Wentian, haven't you always valued your adopted son?!" Long Canghai stroked the white beard under his chin and opened his mouth to ask.

"Dead, killed, just because Chaohui was killed... The Chinese gang and the Ye Dang have been fighting for more than three months. I will not let go of those dirty M country people. Even ordinary M country people despise them.

"Killing one of them is equivalent to accumulating some virtue." Xiang Wentian said bitterly, with a hint of anger in his eyes.

"Oh...dead." Long Canghai muttered, his eyes suddenly became sharp. He looked at Xiang Wentian who looked sad, and said nothing.

"Mr. Long, I'm really sorry that I lost my temper when I thought about the murder of my adopted son." It took Xiang Wentian a while to calm down the unknown anger surging in his heart. When he saw that Long Canghai didn't speak and just looked at him, he immediately realized that he was

I lost my composure in front of this majestic old man and apologized quickly.

"There are no outsiders here in Wentian, so don't be so reserved. Have you ever met a young man named Guo Feiyu? What do you think of this Guo Feiyu?" Long Canghai asked with a smile.

"Guo Feiyu, Guo Feiyu of the Guo family?!" Xiang Wentian was stunned for a moment. He couldn't understand why the old man he respected so much would ask this question.

Long Canghai nodded with a smile, and his unpredictable smile made it impossible for Xiang Wentian to figure out his thoughts. Xiang Wentian pondered for a while and said cautiously: "I have indeed seen Guo Feiyu of the Guo family who was born into a wealthy family and has superb skills.

His temperament is beyond the comparison of ordinary dandies, and I can only use the word "unique" to describe the future heir of the Guo family."

"Wentian, do you think he is suitable to be the leader of the Chinese Gang?" Long Canghai asked after hearing Xiang Wentian's words. A faint smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

"This... Mr. Long... this seems unlikely..." Xiang Wentian was stunned, increasingly confused about what Long Canghai meant, but he vaguely felt that Long Canghai and Guo Feiyu must have some relationship.

"Wentian, just tell me whether it's suitable or not." Long Canghai looked at the confused Xiang Wentian and said with a smile.

Xiang Wentian frowned and thought for a moment, then said: "Guo Feiyu is completely suitable, but..."

"Hahaha!" Long Canghai laughed loudly before Xiang Wentian finished his sentence. Xiang Wentian was even more confused, staring at Long Tuhai with puzzled eyes.

Long Canghai gradually stopped smiling and said: "Wentian, don't think too much, come and continue to drink tea and reminisce about the past. I like the tea you have here. Get me a few bags when I leave."

Xiang Wentian nodded, but felt very uneasy in his heart, "Okay! Okay! Listen to Mr. Long, let's drink tea and reminisce about the past."

At this time, Guo Feiyu was standing in the dressing room of the total suite. He was facing a large two-meter-high mirror embedded in the wall. Zhang Ya and the other five were playing with his clothes and looking at the handsome figure in the mirror from time to time.

The figure. The girl was careful, so careful that Guo Feiyu had no choice. He looked in the mirror and smiled helplessly as he was being manipulated by ten slender hands.

"With a body like ours, Feiyu, and a handmade suit from Givenchy, there's no way he's going to be a Hollywood socialite or a Hollywood star." Qin Shuang fiddled with Guo Feiyu's collar, talking with a smile, looking at her from time to time.

Looking at Guo Feiyu in the mirror.

"Sister Rui...Sister Shuang...Sister Yanran, the three of you must watch this big bad guy tonight and not let him do evil, otherwise countless good girls will be trapped in the mud and unable to extricate themselves." Zhang Ya deliberately made a sullen face.

Qin Shuang looked at Zhang Ya and said with a smile: "I can't stand Feiyu anymore...those female stars in Hollywood are very bold, and I guess the three of us can't stop them."

"Who do you think my husband is? After all, I am a responsible, ideal, ambitious, and pursuing young man. How could I be fascinated by those vulgar fans in Hollywood? If they dare to approach my husband,

My husband swept them all down without mercy." Guo Feiyu said with a smile.

Zhang Ya rolled her eyes at Guo Feiyu, pouted and said: "Tch! I don't believe you, a big bad guy... Sister Yanran just kicked them down and it was enough."

Dongfang Yanran tied Guo Feiyu's tie, took a few steps back to the side, crossed her arms and looked at her beloved carefully, and said: "Xiaoya, I don't seem to be that fierce."

"Haha, it doesn't mean it won't happen." Guo Feiyu laughed twice. He himself knows that if those big-name female celebrities do anything extraordinary tonight, my wife's slender legs might be used in the Oscar award ceremony.

Sweeping out.

After hearing Guo Feiyu's words, Dongfang Yanran pursed her rosy lips, frowned and thought for a moment, then asked softly: "Feiyu, am I usually very fierce? Am I not as gentle as Xiaoya, Sister Rui and the others?"

"Giggle!" Zhang Ya and the others laughed out loud and looked sideways at Dongfang Yanran. Qin Shuang walked to Dongfang Yanran, took her hand and said with a smile: "Who said we Yanran are not gentle... How many sisters do we have?

I’m not done with him.”

"You are both gentle, although sometimes you are fierce in bed but my husband likes it that way." Guo Feiyu said with a playful smile, his lewd eyes scanning the beautiful faces of Zhang Ya and the other five.

"Pervert..." Zhang Ya waved her pink fist and punched Guo Feiyu's body casually. Suddenly she felt her fist hit something hard.

Guo Feiyu's face changed several times, and he grinned and said: "I'm done with my husband and eunuch." - In a simple and elegant study room, two old men sat opposite each other. They were the only two people in the huge study room. There was a table in the middle, and on the table

It was a chessboard. The two old men were looking at the black and white chess pieces on the chessboard. These two people were Long Tuhai, the leader of the Dragon Gate, and Xiang Wentian, the leader of the Hua Gang.

Xiang Wentian stared at the chessboard for a long time, but the black piece in his hand never fell. Facing the chess game that was blocked everywhere, he had no way to save the piece. "Hey!" Xiang Wentian let out a long sigh and threw the chess pieces beside him.

In the sandalwood box, he shook his head and said with a smile: "Mr. Long's chess skills have improved a lot. I am resigned to being defeated. I will never be able to beat you, Mr. Long, in this life."

"Hahaha! You have regressed a lot compared to a year ago... You can see your character by watching your chess moves. If you ask God if you have something on your mind, just say so. There is no need to avoid anything between you and me.

"Long Canghai said with a smile.

Xiang Wentian stood up and picked up the teapot on the table with both hands. He filled Long Canghai with a cup of tea, then filled himself with tea again, and said slowly: "My thoughts can never escape Mr. Long's eyes at any time. I do have something on my mind."

, this concern is also related to the future of the Chinese Gang."

"If my guess is correct... what you are thinking about should be about the next leader of the Hua Gang." Long Canghai took a sip of tea and said with a smile.

"Yes, Mr. Long's guess is absolutely correct. The thing that bothers me is about the future leader of the Chinese Gang. This is a big deal for the Chinese Gang, and I, the gang leader, have to worry about it." Xiang Wentian said with a bitter smile.

Long Canghai nodded, his eyes focused, and said: "Wentian, do you have a suitable candidate in mind?"

"Yes, my sworn brother's grandson is considered a young hero, but he is not calm enough and cannot let go of the hatred in his heart. I am a little uneasy." Xiang Wentian said thoughtfully.

"Wentian, haven't you always valued your adopted son?!" Long Canghai stroked the white beard under his chin and opened his mouth to ask.

"Dead, killed, just because Chaohui was killed... The Chinese gang and the Ye Dang have been fighting for more than three months. I will not let go of those dirty M country people. Even ordinary M country people despise them.

"Killing one of them is equivalent to accumulating some virtue." Xiang Wentian said bitterly, with a hint of anger in his eyes.

"Oh...dead." Long Canghai muttered, his eyes suddenly became sharp. He looked at Xiang Wentian who looked sad, and said nothing.

"Mr. Long, I'm really sorry that I lost my temper when I thought about the murder of my adopted son." It took Xiang Wentian a while to calm down the unknown anger surging in his heart. When he saw that Long Canghai didn't speak and just looked at him, he immediately realized that he was

I lost my composure in front of this majestic old man and apologized quickly.

"There are no outsiders here in Wentian, so don't be so reserved. Have you ever met a young man named Guo Feiyu? What do you think of this Guo Feiyu?" Long Canghai asked with a smile.

"Guo Feiyu, Guo Feiyu of the Guo family?!" Xiang Wentian was stunned for a moment. He couldn't understand why the old man he respected so much would ask this question.

Long Canghai nodded with a smile, and his unpredictable smile made it impossible for Xiang Wentian to figure out his thoughts. Xiang Wentian pondered for a while and said cautiously: "I have indeed seen Guo Feiyu of the Guo family who was born into a wealthy family and has superb skills.

His temperament is beyond the comparison of ordinary dandies, and I can only use the word "unique" to describe the future heir of the Guo family."

"Wentian, do you think he is suitable to be the leader of the Chinese Gang?" Long Canghai asked after hearing Xiang Wentian's words. A faint smile appeared on his wrinkled face.

"This... Mr. Long... this seems unlikely..." Xiang Wentian was stunned, increasingly confused about what Long Canghai meant, but he vaguely felt that Long Canghai and Guo Feiyu must have some relationship.

"Wentian, just tell me whether it's suitable or not." Long Canghai looked at the confused Xiang Wentian and said with a smile.

Xiang Wentian frowned and thought for a moment, then said: "Guo Feiyu is completely suitable, but..."

"Hahaha!" Long Canghai laughed loudly before Xiang Wentian finished his sentence. Xiang Wentian was even more confused, staring at Long Tuhai with puzzled eyes.

Long Canghai gradually stopped smiling and said: "Wentian, don't think too much, come and continue to drink tea and reminisce about the past. I like the tea you have here. Get me a few bags when I leave."

Xiang Wentian nodded, but felt very uneasy in his heart, "Okay! Okay! Listen to Mr. Long, let's drink tea and reminisce about the past."

At this time, Guo Feiyu was standing in the dressing room of the total suite. He was facing a large two-meter-high mirror embedded in the wall. Zhang Ya and the other five were playing with his clothes and looking at the handsome figure in the mirror from time to time.

The figure. The girl was careful, so careful that Guo Feiyu had no choice. He looked in the mirror and smiled helplessly as he was being manipulated by ten slender hands.

"With a body like ours, Feiyu, and a handmade suit from Givenchy, there's no way he's going to be a Hollywood socialite or a Hollywood star." Qin Shuang fiddled with Guo Feiyu's collar, talking with a smile, looking at her from time to time.

Looking at Guo Feiyu in the mirror.

"Sister Rui...Sister Shuang...Sister Yanran, the three of you must watch this big bad guy tonight and not let him do evil, otherwise countless good girls will be trapped in the mud and unable to extricate themselves." Zhang Ya deliberately made a sullen face.

Qin Shuang looked at Zhang Ya and said with a smile: "I can't stand Feiyu anymore...those female stars in Hollywood are very bold, and I guess the three of us can't stop them."

"Who do you think my husband is? After all, I am a responsible, ideal, ambitious, and pursuing young man. How could I be fascinated by those vulgar fans in Hollywood? If they dare to approach my husband,

My husband swept them all down without mercy." Guo Feiyu said with a smile.

Zhang Ya rolled her eyes at Guo Feiyu, pouted and said: "Tch! I don't believe you, a big bad guy... Sister Yanran just kicked them down and it was enough."

Dongfang Yanran tied Guo Feiyu's tie, took a few steps back to the side, crossed her arms and looked at her beloved carefully, and said: "Xiaoya, I don't seem to be that fierce."

"Haha, it doesn't mean it won't happen." Guo Feiyu laughed twice. He himself knows that if those big-name female celebrities do anything extraordinary tonight, my wife's slender legs might be used in the Oscar award ceremony.

Sweeping out.

After hearing Guo Feiyu's words, Dongfang Yanran pursed her rosy lips, frowned and thought for a moment, then asked softly: "Feiyu, am I usually very fierce? Am I not as gentle as Xiaoya, Sister Rui and the others?"

"Giggle!" Zhang Ya and the others laughed out loud and looked sideways at Dongfang Yanran. Qin Shuang walked to Dongfang Yanran, took her hand and said with a smile: "Who said we Yanran are not gentle... How many sisters do we have?

I’m not done with him.”

"You are both gentle, although sometimes you are fierce in bed but my husband likes it that way." Guo Feiyu said with a playful smile, his lewd eyes scanning the beautiful faces of Zhang Ya and the other five.

"Pervert..." Zhang Ya waved her pink fist and punched Guo Feiyu's body casually. Suddenly she felt her fist hit something hard.
Chapter completed!