The days passed quickly. After the exam in the blink of an eye, the day of a decisive battle with the wolves was getting closer and closer. The bad guys of Zhenhua University had long been making noises; many wealthy second-generation ancestors had already started the market quarrel and began to bet on this protracted decisive battle.

What is very sad and pitiful is that even Chen Ming, the boss of Dragon Soul Club, swept across Zhenhua at his freshman year, and is about to challenge the strongest gang in his senior year. However, he still gives people a feeling that he is too young! The most important point is that the path he has taken is all the ones that Bi Shenghua has already taken back then.

In an office, a middle-aged man with a general's belly was holding a military newspaper in his hand, and happily drank the Tieguanyin that had just soaked. Although the outside was icy, snowy and cold, the air conditioner was installed in this simple office very luxuriously.

Just like officials from the magical country of the Celestial Empire, they have reached the level of terror. On the one hand, they are frugal and let the media interview them to watch them eat carrots and choke vegetables. On the other hand, the wine used to make wine is Maotai...

The general was drinking Tieguanyin and looking at the military newspaper; especially when he saw the islanders coveting the Diaoyu Islands, he kept slamming the table, making him so angry that his teeth were itchy. At this moment, there was a "dongdong" knock on the door outside. The general closed the newspaper and said lightly: "Come in!"

I saw the "Mediterranean" arrogantly pushing open the door, and being blown very messy by the warm wind inside the room. I grabbed it with my hands, and shook my bald head, looking like "I am so confident with Biaoru", and then walked in with a big strode; then, I smiled and said, "Report to the boss, haha. The latest news I just received, in a few days, Chen Ming's Dragon Soul Club will fight against Bi Shenghua's wolf pack."

"What? Good! That's great." Hearing this news, the newspaper in General Jun's hand was placed directly on the table; it was difficult to hide his excitement, so he rubbed his hands and said, "It's been four years since he was trained, and he's waiting for this moment. In this battle, Bi Shenghua and Chen Ming must decide the winner and choose one of them."

"Yes! But now it seems that Chen Ming's Dragon Soul Club is at a disadvantage! They have few people, and the students outside are rumoring that the final victory will belong to Bi Shenghua. Look at this..." The Mediterranean Principal didn't know what the general's belly meant, so he asked carefully.

"If he can't even overcome this difficulty, he is not worthy of becoming the executor of my plan. According to the old rules, on the day of the duel, I don't want to interfere with and destroy the decisive battle between the wolf pack and the Dragon Soul Club. All of this will be left to you!" The general looked at the principal, and the latter nodded respectfully and retreated quickly.

"Haha, is the decisive battle? It's interesting, it's really interesting!" The general laughed loudly, picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip; his eyes glanced slightly and looked at a document on the side. It said, "Plan for the sky!"

"Is the executor of the plan Bi Shenghua... or Chen Ming?" General Jun wrote the names of these two people on the paper, savoring them for a long time...
Chapter completed!