Chapter 287: The Show That Shocked Zijing

Chapter 287 The sensational scene in Bauhinia

Luo Feng hung up the phone.

In the luxurious office, a stern young man dressed in black is the judge.

At this moment, his expression had darkened.

It must be the Mandala Security Company, some blind thing offended the boss.

"Haha, thank you. Otherwise, how would you have the opportunity to meet the boss?" The judge jumped up excitedly with a grin on his face. He was not at all depressed because of being scolded by Luo Feng. He was so thick-skinned that Luo Feng couldn't keep up with him even if he asked himself.

"Pass my order, all the six-star staff, seven-star staff, eight-star staff, and nine-star staff in Yangcheng, please assemble for me!" In the office, the judge picked up the phone's microphone and issued an order, and the judge I, of course, am also in Yangcheng.

After learning the whereabouts of the boss from Tie Mian, the judge came to the Yangcheng branch from the headquarters of Mandala Security Company.

He was waiting to see the boss.

But he didn't dare to take the initiative to look for it. He was also afraid that the boss would beat him to death.

After all, he is also the founder of the famous Mandala Security Company, so he cannot die in vain.

After Luo Feng hung up the phone, he stood up and walked to the sports track.

Tang Da'er just ran to Luo Feng's side with heavy steps, and Luo Feng reached out to stop him.

"Brother Feng, I can still run." Tang Da'er gasped and spoke loudly, his eyes full of stubbornness and determination, and he clenched his fists tightly, and his whole body was soaked with sweat.

Under the scorching sun, his body was trembling slightly.

Deep in Tang Dal'er's heart, there was still a strong sense of unwillingness and aggrievedness.

He hated his powerlessness.

Seeing his father's body covered with injuries, as a son of a man, he didn't even have the ability to get his father back.

He was really, really unwilling to do so.

"Brother Feng, I can do it." Tang Dal'er clenched his fists and spoke with determination. "You believe me."

"I trust my brother." Luo Feng patted his shoulder and smiled slightly.

He said, "But haste makes waste."

Tang Dal'er fell silent.

"What's wrong?" Luo Feng asked with a smile, "Didn't Brother Guifeng go to settle the score with that Zhao Mingkong?"

"No!" Tang Da'er hurriedly waved his hands and shook his head, "Absolutely not. Dad has already made it very clear, so how can I blame Brother Feng? I just blame myself. If I try harder, maybe Dad won't suffer. Such grievance." Tang Dal'er bit his lip tightly.

Luo Feng suddenly laughed.

"You kid, as the saying goes, haste makes waste. It takes less than a day to freeze three feet. You have to understand this truth, otherwise, it will be counterproductive. The more you want to become stronger, the harder it will be to become stronger." Luo Feng smiled and said, "Let's go and enjoy the shade under the tree. After school in the afternoon, Brother Feng will give you a gift."

"A gift?" Tang Da'er was stunned and couldn't help but ask, "Brother Feng, why do you want to give me a gift if you are so good? What should you give me?"

Luo Feng turned around with a smile and walked back to the tree.

There seemed to be countless hands tugging at Tang Daer's heart. Unable to restrain his curiosity, Tang Daer followed up and asked.

But Luo Feng didn't say anything until the end of the physical education class.

Tang Daer had no chance when he returned to the classroom.

Qian Yilan sat next to Luo Feng.

The last class in the afternoon.

Qian Yilan had been a little absent-minded throughout the afternoon. Until now, he finally couldn't help it anymore, "Nerd, do you really have no sense of crisis at all?"

Luo Feng turned to look at Qian Yilan and smiled, "I thought you could bear not to mention it."

"You - you really don't know how to live or die!" Qian Yilan lowered her voice and spoke anxiously, looking at Luo Feng as if she hated the iron. "This hero post is no small matter. Nine sects and under the nine sects, all the heroes gathered together. The strength is beyond the limit. Uncle Ping, there are many people here."

"Am I going to cry now?" Luo Feng asked lightly.

Qian Yilan was speechless for a moment.

Luo Feng's meaning is obvious.

Even if you know it, even if you feel a sense of crisis, what can you do? It is impossible to stop others from calling on the heroes.

"Otherwise - you can transfer to another school." Qian Yilan pursed her red lips and said slowly, "Leave Yangcheng."

Luo Feng laughed it off.

There is still nearly half an hour before school is over in the afternoon.

There is a straight avenue in front of Zijing Middle School.

Suddenly, a red Porsche Cayenne rushed in with a beautiful drift-style turn, attracting everyone's attention.

The gorgeous body lines are eye-catching.

However, what is even more shocking is that behind this Porsche Cayenne, there is also a sports car of the same model.

"Damn it, a car of this level costs almost two million."

"Rich people are envious, jealous, and hateful."

"There's another one at the back. Let me check it out. It's an imported Mercedes-Benz G-class, costing more than one million yuan."

"What day is this? A car show?"

The whole street was almost in a commotion, and many people ran out and stopped to watch.

As if it were a luxury car event, it slowly drove towards the entrance of Zijing Middle School.

All kinds of luxury cars simply blinded everyone's eyes.

At this time, in the five-star hotel, Xiao Zhengtai glanced out the window and couldn't help but be surprised. Then he rolled his eyes, "Which guy is showing off his wealth?" Winning couldn't help but muttered, what if? In Macau, he will definitely have a fight with them and call for more luxury cars to come over and compete with them.

The car arrived at the gate of Zijing Middle School and immediately stopped on both sides of the street.

The straight long street of more than 200 meters was filled with people.

This scene instantly caused a sensation.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The people in each car got off almost at the same time, well-trained and in uniform.

Each one had a stern look and a fierce aura, wearing a uniform uniform.

On the sleeves of the upper body, there was a very conspicuous and strange flower pattern.

Mandragora flower!

Many people around took a breath of cold air.

"It's Mandragora Security Company."

"Oh my God, who invited such a scene, how much money would it cost?"

"Fuck, this is something you can't afford even if you spend money."

Everyone was stunned.

Speculations were mixed.

On both sides of the street, the employees of Mandragora Security Company all had fierce looks, their bodies were straight like javelins, and they looked straight ahead.

A moment later, at the end of the street, another car drifted in at the turn.

Everyone's eyes were shocked.

"This is --- Oh my God! It's a McLaren P1, a sports car worth tens of millions!"

"I don't have much education, don't lie to me."

"Who the hell is that? Are these Mandala security guards protecting the people in this car?"

Many people came with attention.

The golden McLaren P1 rushed to the gate of Zijing School like a flash of lightning and stopped suddenly.

The car door opened.

A young man who looked to be about 20 years old, dressed neatly in black, with a solemn face, sword-like eyebrows, lips like blades, looking straight ahead.

It's been a year.

Finally, I'm going to meet the boss again.

The judge arranged this grand ceremony that was enough to shock the inside and outside of Zijing, not to show off, but to show respect for the boss in his heart.