Awakening: 6-Young godfather

In the early morning of the next day, after finishing his planned exercise project, Zheng Zhi can't wait to eat breakfast. He can't wait to fly to the school to see the upcoming scene.

Who knows someone is ringing the doorbell. Hemei walked over to open the door.

"Zhengzhi, find you."

"What, find me? Didn't you deliver the newspaper?" Zheng Zhi swallowed the last bite of bread before walking to the door.

"Is this Mr. Masahiro Hirota?" a middle-aged man in a designer suit asked very respectfully.

"I am, is there anything?"

"Yes, our boss wants to see you."

"Who is your boss?" Zheng Zhi had already guessed one or two.

"Our boss is named Lei."

"It really is him. Can I postpone it until the afternoon, I have something now."

"But the boss told me that I must invite you anyway today. Could you please meet me."

The kid's temper is still so irritable that he hasn't changed for so many years. Zheng Zhi sighed and said, "Well, I'll follow you now."

Then he turned to Hemei and said, "Hemei, would you please take a leave for me today?"

"I see."

"Let's go."

"Follow me." The middle-aged person invited Zheng Zhi to a top-of-the-range motorhome before sitting in the driver's seat.

Who did that guy know? Hemei took the RV away from the dust.

An hour later, the RV drove into a large estate. It looks like a tropical hotel. In the middle, a magnificent eight-story large building is luxuriously designed without showing the arrogance of the upstarts. Below is a large swimming pool and a standard golf course. The manor is surrounded by a variety of tropical fruit trees, like a small tropical forest.

After the driver parked his car, he took Zhengzhi to the main entrance of the building. I saw two rows of serious men standing neatly in the doorway, wearing black suits, sunglasses, and strong men dressed like black super special police.

Zhengzhi couldn't help laughing when he saw this pomp, the kid wouldn't think he was the godfather.

When entering, the temperature suddenly became very natural and cool. A few beautiful women wearing split cheongsam or **** skirts walked around, very seductive.

When they saw a school uniform with a normal appearance, everyone looked strangely.

At the gate of the inner courtyard, the middle-aged driver said to Zheng Zhi, "The boss is in there, please come in." He walked away after finishing speaking.

I wonder what they look like now? Zhengzhi took a soft breath and pushed the door open and walked in.

I saw four people sitting in the middle of the yard, three men and one woman, and four people like bodyguards standing behind them.

Four people were drinking tea very leisurely. When they saw Zheng Zhi coming in, they all looked at him in unison. In particular, the young man in his early thirties, wearing black casual clothes, had the most strange expression. When he saw Zhengzhi, he immediately stood up. Next to him was a middle-aged man in a white gown. Although his appearance was not good, his eyes were bright. He was looking at Zhengzhi with a critical eye.

Zheng Zhi didn't say a word, but just looking at the young man, his warmth seemed to gradually fade away.

It seems the kid has finally grown up.

The tall and fit body, and the extreme self-confidence emanating from the inside out, are like a black panther that is waiting for opportunity and full of powerful explosiveness.

Then he turned to look at the man in the white gown and smiled. "Chang'an, you haven't changed for so many years. Others will think you wear a gown every day without changing clothes." Zheng Zhi said that he was a long-lost Chinese.

The man in white heard a sudden shock and looked at him with a surprised but unbelievable look.

"Who the **** are you? Did you call me? Also, how did you know my phone number?" The black man didn't notice Chang'an's expression and asked.

Zhengzhi sighed: "After all these years, you are still so impatient, don't you know that asking people so many questions at once will make you feel annoying."

This was said by a high school student who was only on his shoulder. The man in black was in a burst of fire and was about to have an outbreak. Zhengzhi suddenly asked: "For so many years, have you forgotten your foreskin? Will it remain? Right? "

The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped below zero.

"Oh!" The only woman in the field finally couldn't help laughing, and Chang'an looked like a smile. Others wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, their expressions became very strange.

"You ... you all go out to me!" The man in black swollen his face and yelled at the people next to him.

Soon, there were only three people left at the scene: Zheng Zhi, the man in black, and Chang'an.

"Who the **** are you?" The man in black had already thought about it. If the boy didn't tell him honestly, he would immediately KO him on the spot.

Zheng Zhi didn't say a word, but walked quietly to Chang'an and pulled out the long sword that Chang'an wouldn't leave all year round from the table. Suddenly, Jian Guang was dazzling under the sun.

The eyes of the man in black almost fell out, and he knew exactly what the sword meant to Chang'an. Others don't say take, just want to touch this guy will turn his face immediately. Today, this guy took some medicine wrong, not only did not stop the dead child, but also smiled.

When he didn't respond, he saw the dead child suddenly jump to the middle of the courtyard and dance with a sword.

Looking at it, the man in black looked more and more dignified. This is impossible. This kind of swordsmanship and such swordsmanship can be used by a second person besides that person, and it is still a high school student whose hair has not grown.

Chang'an was also very excited, but it didn't seem to be a little unexpected. When he saw the back, he burst into tears. Finally murmured: "Master, you are finally back."

"Xiao Hei, optimistic, this trick is used this way." This sentence shocked the black man with numbness like Wulei Hongding.

I saw that the Zhengzhi sword in the field suddenly changed, and the sword path became wide and closed, as if killed in thousands of armies, and the momentum became unprecedentedly tragic. The raised sword wind hurt his cheeks. This is no longer a swordsmanship.

When the momentum rose to the strongest, Zhengzhi Yijian flew out and saw a flash of cold light. The sword was inserted directly into the middle of a large tree without reaching the hilt.

"Xiaohei, can you see clearly?" Zheng Zhi smiled at the man in black, smiling lightly.

"Master!" The man in black flew to Zheng Zhi in front of him, kneeling with "Huo", tears on his face.