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Jufeng and Tong Bailong were both heading to the banquet tonight, destined for the same place, yet their purposes differed, so they did not go together. Jufeng took the lead, stepping into the slightly chilly sea breeze, humming an unknown tune.
People change. The Jufeng before university would never have acted so nonsensically. However, after experiencing several dangers, making some brothers, reuniting with old friends, and most importantly, encountering Jia'er, his entire disposition had shifted. Otherwise, he wouldn't have accepted Andland's invitation, seizing this opportunity to resolve Andland's hidden troubles once and for all.
He used to live solely for himself, so solitude was the best disguise. Now, living for those around him naturally required shedding that sharp exterior.
Guipinxuan was Jufeng's second visit. After inquiring at the front desk and receiving a room number, he did not rush in but lingered in the lobby for a while. Feeling that enough time had passed, he finally made his way over.
As he approached the room, Jufeng heard some noise inside; it seemed the host was lacking confidence. He couldn't help but smirk to himself and cleared his throat a couple of times before pushing the door open.
"Wow, it's quite lively in here. Looks like Andland is really generous tonight."
"Not at all, just friends helping me out. But Feng Shao arrives fashionably late; shouldn't you drink a self-punishment cup?"
Andland had arrived early and had been waiting for Jufeng for quite some time. Inside the room, he frequently checked his watch, unaware that their Feng Shao was busy flirting with girls in the lobby.
"There was heavy traffic on the way; please don't hold it against me."
As they chatted, Andland gestured for Jufeng to take a seat and introduced him to the various second-generation officials and wealthy heirs around them. Jufeng maintained a calm demeanor on the surface but thought little of these spoiled rich kids; if they had any courage or ambition, they wouldn't be mingling with Andland.
Once everyone had arrived, Andland signaled for the dishes to be served. Naturally, alcohol was included—bottles of aged fine wine were opened by these carefree young men who began drinking heartily without much reason. Jufeng declined several times but ultimately could not refuse.
While one side drank until they were dizzy, the other side feasted with gusto. The four new core members of Hurricane began their first gathering under Jufeng's guidance.
Initially, with Tong Bailong present, He Jie and Song Peng were somewhat reserved. Fortunately, Lezheng had collaborated with this killing machine a few times before and became much more familiar with him; under his subtle cues, He Jie and Song Peng relaxed considerably.
When the dishes arrived, He Jie and Song Peng were utterly stunned. They never expected this imposing figure with significant prestige among the Hurricane Brothers would eat in such a… whirlwind manner.
Relationships between people are like this: if Tong Bailong remained quiet and did not reveal his true self, He Jie and Song Peng would likely feel more fear than respect towards him. But once he started eating like this, He Jie and Song Peng felt much more at ease.
The most genuine person is always the most likable.
Thus, fearing that Brother Long would pack all the food on the table into his stomach, Lezheng, He Jie, and Song Peng entered a frenzy of eating. Tong Bailong looked on in astonishment at the other three who were devouring their meals with great enthusiasm. After a moment of hesitation, he quickly joined the assault on the food.
Time passed second by second, and it was hard to tell how long they had been drinking. The room had descended into chaos. Groups of two or three leaned against each other, chatting animatedly in bizarre formations.
Jufeng was already somewhat tipsy, while Andland appeared quite clear-headed. He picked up a glass of wine, turned his back to Jufeng, and discreetly pulled out a bottle from his pocket. After doing something with it, he turned around with a smile and walked over to Jufeng.
At this moment, Jufeng was inebriated, propping his face up with one hand and squinting sleepily.
Andland approached Jufeng, draping an arm over his shoulder and murmuring something incomprehensible. He forcefully handed Jufeng the glass, urging him to drink.
Jufeng took the glass, his arm trembling slightly from the alcohol but not rushing to drink. Instead, he let out a belch first.
"Ah, An Shao, regarding your kidnapping of Sister Five, I'll overlook it since you treated me to dinner. Burp!"
Jufeng's drunken words startled Andland, turning his face pale. He never expected that Jufeng would know he had sent those five fools to kidnap Sister Five. However, this only strengthened Andland's resolve; Jufeng had to be eliminated.
After finishing his drink, Jufeng downed the contents of his glass. Seeing this, Andland felt reassured but failed to notice the sly smile creeping at the corner of Jufeng's mouth.
Time flew by at the table, and soon night had fallen. People began to leave in groups. For those like Jufeng who were already "drunk," Andland arranged for taxis to take them home.
Watching Jufeng disappear into the distance, one of Andland's subordinates said softly, "An Shao, this matter concerns lives; shouldn't you think it over again?"
Upon hearing this, Andland's expression turned cold and ruthless as he replied fiercely, "He dared to compete with me for a woman; this is his own doing. Besides, now that he knows about my hired kidnapping scheme, I can't let him tell Jia'er about it. So he must die."
With that, Andland took out his phone and dialed a number. He provided a license plate number and an approximate time, giving a few instructions before hanging up.
On the other side, Jufeng had only been in the taxi for two minutes when suddenly his eyes lit up, and he sat up straight in the back seat. This abrupt movement startled the driver, who quickly slammed on the brakes.
"Hey, brother, you..."
Jufeng pulled out a bill from his pocket and handed it to the driver. "Don't take this route anymore. Just go home." With that, he calmly got out of the car.
The driver was a bit surprised and confused, but ultimately he was an obedient kid. He turned the car around and sped away.
Jufeng stepped out, adjusted his clothes, and continued to stroll towards Canglang One Floating Life, humming a tune as the sea breeze brushed against him.
If Andland had seen this scene, his jaw would have dropped in astonishment—Wasn't I supposed to have drugged him? How could it have failed?
If Politeness were here, he would certainly help Andland unravel this mystery. The first lesson in martial arts at Yanhuang City is to learn to recognize and counteract all poisons.
After sending off a large group of disciples, Andland led a few followers back to his residence with great enthusiasm. The reason for gathering so many people this time was mainly to serve as witnesses; if anything happened to Jufeng in the future, he would have an excuse to distance himself from it.
Halfway through their journey, four black cars suddenly surged from both sides, blocking Andland's two vehicles. As Andland rubbed his temples inside the car, the sudden stop caused his body to lurch forward involuntarily.
Just as he was about to curse loudly, he noticed something unusual outside.
From the four cars emerged over twenty men dressed in black, each wielding wooden sticks and looking quite intimidating.
Tong Bailong, Lezheng, He Jie, and Song Peng stepped out of their vehicles one after another. At Lezheng's command, the group charged forward. Thus, Andland's two cars faced a catastrophic assault.
"Zheng Ge, how should we deal with Andland?"
Lezheng pondered for a moment before replying, "Brother Jufeng doesn't want him to continue studying in Washing City anymore. Well then, let's break both his legs."
He Jie and Song Peng understood their orders and immediately joined the fray.
Tong Bailong stood by the car, gazing at the crowd, stretching his body in boredom, as if still savoring the delicacies from earlier.
……
On a certain stretch of highway, a group of about seven or eight people surrounded a car, exhaling clouds of smoke. One person kept checking his watch, muttering, "Didn't we get in the car already? Why aren't we there yet? Hey, Old Five, does that guy have any other way to get back?"
Old Five squinted at the map under the streetlight and replied, "Report, boss, there’s only this one route."
"Hey! Then why aren't we there yet? That Young Master isn't fooling us, is he?"
While several people were engrossed in their conversation, their attention focused on the taxi, they failed to notice a solitary figure humming a tune as he brushed past them.
(To be continued)
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