"Mr. Fu, you still don't understand."

Pei Huajun smiled coldly and said, "In this world, there are no eternal friends, no eternal enemies, only eternal interests. I believe that with the spirit of Leader Lin, he is willing to tolerate the mistakes that Zhenwu Sect has made."

Speaking of this, Pei Huajun's tone changed and his picture was revealed: "But, do you dare to bet? Do you dare to offend us at the risk of being ruined? If you do that, I promise that from now on, there will be no more foothold in the capital!"

After saying a few words, Fu Qinghou's face had turned into a tiny blue color.

He didn't expect that Pei Huajun would threaten him in turn.

But he couldn't ignore the other party's threat.

It was not until this time that Fu Qinghou finally understood what it means to shoot himself in the foot.

Without the support of the Martial Alliance, he alone would never be able to compete with the Zhenwu Sect, which would be no different from hitting a stone with an egg.

"Elder Pei, you misunderstood. I'm just a joke."

In the end, Fu Qinghou chose to spit his face because he could not afford the price of offending Zhenwu Sect: "Don't worry, I promise to keep my mouth shut."

"Hope so."

Pei Huajun replied indifferently: "Mr. Fu, if nothing else, I will die first. Today I will entertain Leader Lin, and everyone is very busy."

"Okay, okay, you'll be busy first and then chat later."

As soon as the call ended, Fu Qinghou fell down his cell phone directly.

"Bang!"

The valuable mobile phone fell to pieces on the ground and the parts flew randomly.

Fu Qinghou's eyes were red and his nostrils were panting heavily, like an angry bull, whispering gritted his teeth: "Old man, how dare you treat me like this!"

He Rong outside heard the movement and walked into the room and asked, "Brother Fu, what happened?"

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Fu Qinghou quickly turned around, while controlling his emotions to prevent He Rong from seeing his loss of composure.

He knew very well that the more he was frustrated, the more he had to be calm and calm, and he must not be furious, otherwise he would really lose his heart.

He Rong stared at Fu Qinghou's back, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Because he was too far away, he had not heard what Fu Qinghou and Pei Huajun were talking to each other, but the broken mobile phone on the ground had already revealed a lot of information.

Of course Fu Qinghou wouldn't tell He Rong that he almost had a quarrel with Zhenwu Sect. He took a deep breath, turned his head to look at the other party and said, "There is bad news."

He Rong was indeed distracted and asked quickly: "What bad news?"

Fu Qinghou said with a heavy face: "Zhenwu Sect may have to give up on us."

Although he was mentally prepared, He Rong was still shocked by the confirmation from Fu Qinghou: "How could it be? Why?"

"Zhenwu Sect wants to fight with Lin Chong into jade, and we are all abandoned sons."

Fu Qinghou's eyebrows were filled with haze, and this time he was not acting: "I just called Pei Huajun, and he told me in person that there are no eternal enemies in the world, only eternal interests, and he threatened us in turn. We were not allowed to disclose a word to the outside world, otherwise we would be enemies of Zhenwu Sect."

He Rong opened his mouth, but did not make any sound.

Like Fu Qinghou, he placed his hope of making a comeback on Zhenwu Sect, so he was also hit hard, and he could almost say that he was completely disappointed.

After a long time, He Rong was weak and said: "Then in the end we are just in vain?"

Fu Qinghou took off his disguise rarely and nodded slowly: "After all, man's calculations are worse than God's calculations. We were all tricked by Zhenwu Sect."

"I remember, Brother Fu proposed to cooperate with Zhenwu Sect at the beginning?"

He Rong lowered his head, his tone was a bit calm: "Brother Fu once patted his chest to assure us that we would definitely get rich rewards, but what now? What else does Brother Fu have to say now?"

"You mean to blame me?"

Fu Qinghou's face darkened when he heard this, his eyes became very cold: "I didn't force you to dislike Lin Chong, nor did I force you to sing a slut with him!"

Faced with Fu Qinghou's replies, He Rong chose to remain silent.

However, in this silence, the atmosphere inevitably becomes stiff.

There seemed to be an invisible crack between the two.

"Brother He, on this difficult time, we should work together, and complain about each other is unnecessary and there is no benefit."

Fu Qinghou slowed down his tone a little and said sincerely: "You have lost a lot of things, why am I the same? I even lost more than you."

He Rong seemed to have become a mute, neither agreeing nor denying it.

Fu Qinghou realized that he had to say something to win back the other party, otherwise he would definitely be disloyal, so he took the initiative to show kindness: "Believe me, I will definitely find a new way out for us."

"Let me think about it, my heart is very messed up."

He Rong finally spoke, his voice hoarse and full of depressedness: "The current result is too far from what I imagined, and I must seriously consider what to do in the future."

After saying that, He Rong turned around and left.

Fu Qinghou raised his hand and wanted to keep it, but he didn't know how to speak, so he could only watch the other person walk away.

Not long after He Rong walked out of the martial arts hall, he met Wang Shuye and Yan Ling who were rushing over.

When the two saw He Rong's expression was decayed and sluggish, like eggplant beaten by frost, they immediately felt a big deal.

"Brother He, don't you have something to discuss? Why did you leave early before we arrived?" Yan Ling grabbed He Rong's arm and asked anxiously.

"Discussing? Discussing it just won't be a matter of the matter!"

He Rong swears: "I have seen it clearly. It's better to rely on yourself than anyone else!"

Uncle Wang frowned slightly: "Didn't you call us here?"

"I was wrong. I shouldn't have wasted your time. Where can I go back?"

He Rong broke free from Yan Ling's palm, his face full of impatientness.

"Can you speak well?"

Yan Ling's body shook and blocked He Rong's route: "At least you tell us what happened first, right?"

"It's very simple. Zhenwu Sect plans to make peace with that guy named Lin, so we throw us away like garbage. From now on, we will be lonely ghosts that grandma doesn't love my uncle or not." He Rong said angrily.

Wang Shuye and Yan Ling looked at each other, feeling a little disbelief.

But intuition told them that He Rong did not lie.

Because He Rong had no reason to deceive them.

"How is that possible? Didn't Zhenwu Sect say that the boy named Lin is not worthy of leading the Wumeng? Now he wants to make peace with him? Are you kidding? Then what are we? What are the things we do?"

Yan Ling couldn't help but murmur.

"What are we?"

He Rong sneered: "In their eyes, we don't count anything! It's just a big fuck!"
Chapter completed!