Lin Feng followed Fatty Zhao into the Hummer, and the vehicle roared out and headed straight for the northern suburbs.

"Fat boy, you're driving well." Lin Feng kept praising Fatty Zhao's driving skills along the way, which made Fatty Zhao's fat face flutter. He was holding the steering wheel with one hand and smoking a cigarette with the other hand.

I pressed the accelerator even harder, and I felt so nervous that I felt like a car god.

Blowing out the smoke ring, he glanced sideways at the rearview mirror and found that there was no one in the whole suburb. The speed of the car was directly stepped on by Fatty Zhao to more than 200. Even so, he did not delay chatting with Lin Feng who was sitting in the passenger seat and said

: "I have been with this boss for seven years. He is said to be a bodyguard, but I think he is more like a driver. I actually help him drive. But the boss is not like you. He never sits in the passenger seat, always in the back.

Not only that, but he also wears a mask all day long. He even uses an electronic voice changer to speak. Do you think you have ever seen such a magical boss?"

"Magical?" Lin Feng shook his head, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly: "I think your nerves are about the same. However, I think you are almost ready to stay with a real ghost."

"Who says it's not?" Fatty Zhao nodded.

Then, he specifically looked at the bus schedule in front of him, his expression instantly became serious, and he closed his big, smart mouth and stopped talking.

The Hummer drove for more than ten miles, and Lin Feng frowned, and then asked Fatty Zhao puzzledly: "Why didn't you say anything? You just said it very cheerfully. Could it be that you were really ghosted?"

Possessed?"

Fatty Zhao made a silent gesture towards Lin Feng and quickly explained to Lin Feng.

According to him, he was almost driving into the manor of his boss, Lao Gui. Even though this place was still in the wilderness, Lao Gui's spies could be hidden everywhere. If what they said about him reached Lao Gui's

To my ears, the consequences must be disastrous. Because what the old ghost hates most is someone using his identity behind his back.

…

In a manor, in a large villa, the lights were bright, and Lin Feng was brought here by Fatty Zhao.

"Does the old ghost live here?" Lin Feng looked at the villa with twinkling eyes and asked thoughtfully.

Fatty Zhao nodded: "He rarely leaves here..."

While the two were walking and talking, they suddenly saw several men in crisp suits walking out of the villa, then walked around with them, and finally drove out of the manor in a car parked next to them.

In a few minutes, Lin Feng actually saw no less than a dozen men and women walking out of the brightly lit villa and then leaving the manor. Therefore, even though it was late at night and far away from the city, this manor was exceptionally...

lively.

Lin Feng couldn't help but asked Fatty Zhao softly: "What do these people do?"

Fatty Zhao acted extremely cautious and told Lin Feng in a low voice: "They have the same identity as us. It's right to call them bodyguards. It's more appropriate to call them the eyeliners of the old ghost. It is through them that the old ghost controls the distribution of hz."

For example, I am responsible for a lot of Lao Gui's schedule, but I still manage the affairs of several nightclubs in hz."

Lin Feng nodded repeatedly after hearing this, and finally understood what kind of person this old ghost was. Rather than being a big boss, he could be called the underground emperor of hz.

When Lin Feng returned to hz, he originally wanted to practice cultivation and occasionally wander around. However, since he met his former brother Fatty Zhao and came here curiously, he had a strong premonition that it might be inevitable in the future.

I'm going to be involved in the whirlpool of hz.

"Then what will I do?" Lin Feng smiled slightly and suddenly changed the topic to himself.

"You?" Fatty Zhao's eyes settled slightly, he shook his head and said: "Madman. Let's not talk about what you are doing. Although you are extraordinary, it is not certain whether the old ghost is willing to use you. But I believe that if the old ghost chooses

If I choose you, I will definitely leave the most important things to you. These are all uncertain things."

Lin Feng chuckled, showing a hint of scornful confidence. He looked at the dim lights in the villa and said, "I believe he will like me. Because... I can be as useful as ten or a hundred people."

Fatty Zhao felt Lin Feng's involuntary domineering attitude, and he admired it in his heart and said, "Of course. Who makes you a madman?" After saying that, he gave Lin Feng a hand and began to walk quickly towards the villa.

…

The two walked into the villa, led by Fatty Zhao, walked through the hall, went up to the second floor, walked through a winding corridor, and then entered a room. There was a hidden compartment in the room. Fatty Zhao motioned to Lin Feng, where the two of them were.

Stand still before the hidden grid.

"Boss, I am Fatty. I have brought you a new assistant. His name is Chu Feng. His nickname is Madman." Looking into the depths of the secret grid, Fatty Zhao said in a slightly humble tone.

Lin Feng stood behind Fatty Zhao, constantly looking at the furnishings in the room. There were some ancient cultural relics on the side wall, and a well-made crescent knife hung on the opposite wall, and the hidden compartment should be here.

There are two small holes protruding from the back and side of the crescent knife, which should be the sound transmission port and the video monitor, just enough to allow the people inside to see the scene outside. And the person inside is of course the old ghost.

After a while, there was indeed a burst of electronic sound coming from inside. It sounded stiff and cold and said: "Fat man retreats. Chu Feng stays."

So, Fatty Zhao responded and left. When he left, he specifically winked at Lin Feng, indicating that he should act according to the situation.

Fatty Zhao had just retreated. Lin Feng seemed to be the only one left in the room, but in fact there was also the mysterious old ghost.

"Chu Feng?" The old ghost's processed voice came out from the dark room again.

"Huh?" Lin Feng responded softly.

"You probably don't plan to use this name anymore, right?" the old ghost said again abruptly.

Just such a question made Lin Feng pause slightly, and he felt like he was being seen through and said, "What do you mean?"

The old ghost did not answer directly, but still said: "Return to China from China Port, train d12 returns to hz, this should be your way back, right?"

Lin Feng was shocked again. He didn't expect this guy to pinch so accurately, so he asked again: "How do you know?"
Chapter completed!