"We grew up in the same old community. Gangzi and others were not good at studying, so they could only hang out on the street and were often bullied by others. Since they call me sister, I naturally should help them. They can't make much money by managing the several places in Fuxing Road, but still insist on giving me money. I rejected their money and consider that I offer them a job."
Gangzi and others grew up in the same community as Ling Yun. They, who were rebellious with poor academic performance, had always hung out on the street and been bullied by others.
Ling Yun was excellent in taekwondo. Once she saw them bullied by the punks from other place. She couldn't put up with it, so she helped them to drive off the punks from other place. Gangzi and others had been loyal to Ling Yun and called her big sister since then. Ling Yun also enjoyed it and became master Yun of Fuxing Road.
"Those guys are pretty good, very obedient and loyal. T
When he said these words, Ding Ning was slightly embarrassed. After all, they used to be soldiers. He was afraid that participating in the game of underground forces would make them resentful. Unexpectedly, these soldiers did not mind at all, and each of them patted their chest to ensure that they could do it. Ding Ning was a little confused at the beginning. After hearing the explanations from Gong Qiang and others, he realized that they had disguised themselves as the gangsters on some missions during their service. In the underworld, there were also greenwood heroes who were strict with their values and had good faith, virtue, and patriotism. In their lives, they had many stories of joys and sorrows that were both happy and tragic. Compared with those vicious people with sheer cunning and falsehood in the upper world, these bold and forthright greenwood heroes had a similar temperament of these soldiers. Of course, they were
"Hi, you scared me. Elder sister, please tell me whatever you want to speak. Don't be polite to me. I am not a very able man, but I will never allow anyone to bully you. I will protect you for a lifetime." Looking at Mu Yanran with love, Ding Ning blurted out his promise without a second thought. He could see that Mu Yanran was a woman who had many stories, but she disguised well and buried those unhappy memories in her heart, silently tasted loneliness, and would not tell them to others so easily. He suddenly had a kind of desire to know her, comfort her, and accompany her so that she would not grieve or cry anymore and could live a happy life. Mu Yanran blushed and coyly said, "In the future, you will marry and have your own family life. How long do you know a lifetime is? Easily giving a promise means you are not mature, and it is okay for you to speak like this to me, but never easily speak so to other girls."
The attentive expression, the loving look, the long fluttering eyelashes, the jade-white hands caressing his cheeks, and the alluring red lips giving off pink luster like rose petals. Ding Ning drooped his eyes, feeling miserable, and complained in his mind, "She is so seductive. This is a test of my ability to act like a gentleman." He wished he could hold her in his arms regardless of all the bad consequences and crazily suck her red lips, but her slap just made him realize that Mu Yanran was a girl who cherished her chastity and also sincerely treated him as his younger brother. If he offended her again, he would be an animal and would not forgive himself. He hurriedly went back one step, massaged his cheek, embarrassedly smiled and said, "Sister, I am okay because my skin is hard and thick." A tinge of red color secretly appeared on the cheeks of Mu Yanran because she also realized that her gesture just now wa
In the name of being afraid of losing the jade items, Ding Ning accompanied Mu Yanran back to the Little Tianxiang Courtyard. But Mu Yanran stopped him from following her upstairs no matter how he insisted because she cared about her girl's reputation and callously drove him away so that Ding Ning's beautiful wish of visiting her bedroom by the chance was finally in vain. He watched her enter her house and reluctantly left. With two "raccoons" as his undercover agents, he had long clearly learned the residing situation of Mu Yanran. That was a well-decorated two-bedroom house, which looked simple but spacious. She lived alone and no trace of men had been detected. Ding Ning was satisfied with that and knew this "queen sister" cared about her chastity very much. In the business suite of Ninghai International Hotel… after a snarl, a man dismounted his "horse" as he heavily panted, sat up, leaned against the headboard of the bed,
There was a pure white computer desk, which had a metallic feel to it, in the center of the room, and a transparent LCD screen was placed on it. Sitting at the computer desk, Qiu Hong pressed a hidden button on the desk. The computer monitor lighted up, and the video call was on. A man's dignified face appeared on the monitor, and in a quiet voice, asked "Qianying No. 3, did you manage to collect any information?" Ignoring the fact that part of her breasts was exposed, Qiu Hong said expressionlessly, "Hello, chief, I am reporting the information I have collected recently. Nine-Finger is but a chessman on the overt side, but he is not the real boss behind the scene. This group is very mysterious and cautious, when it comes to doing their business. They have successfully lobbied some key departments and built up a secret smuggling channel. To cover it up, they poach for animals in different parts of the world, and smuggle the hunted animals to
"But, Master Nine-Finger, I have specifically checked her hands since the last time you told me. I did not find any calluses, formed from long time use of guns, or her having any habits that soldiers have." Dafei explained anxiously, as he was inwardly in awe of Master Nine-Finger. "The current medical field is so advanced, and it is but a piece of cake to remove calluses. In fact, the so-called calluses are extra hard cells that the skin forms to protect itself. Put the calloused hands into warm water to soften them, spread the ointment that is used to soften the cuticles, then wrap them in gauze. After the calluses soften, use a small knife to scrape away the dead skin, and then spread the specially made hand cream. After a few days, the calluses will disappear completely. Nowadays, many policemen, policewomen, and soldiers who perform special tasks, remove their old calluses on purpose, to prevent themselves from being discovered." Deng J
"Bang!" At a critical moment, the Black Masked Man broke the window, jumped in, and stopped Violent Dragon's punch, using only his blood-and-flesh fist. This created a terrifying wave of air, and the sound of the friction, could be heard. "Black Masked Man?" Violent Dragon's pupils shrunk rapidly, after being forcibly stopped, and he stared intently at the masked man, before him. "I did not expect that I still have some fame." Ding Ning calmly clasped his hands behind his back, speaking haughtily, in a carefree manner. "So painful!" His mouth twitched, his arm was racked with cramps and felt numb. Fortunately, his bones were hard enough, or his arm would have been broken. He discreetly operated his True Qi, to heal his wound. This was the first time that Ding Ning had been at a disadvantage in a fist fight, since he started fighting with others. He should not have used sheer force on Vi
"Well, that is right." Ding Ning spoke ambiguously, thinking that it was much easier to explain about an Ancient Warrior, than a superpower holder. But he never thought Qiu Hong's following words would make him feel depressed. "Since you are an Ancient Warrior, why haven't you joined the Bureau of Religions?" "The Bureau of Religions? I don't believe in any religion, why should I join it?" Ding Ning was confused and asked her this question, suspiciously. Qiu Hong was speechless, thinking, "This Black Masked Man should not be a standard Ancient Warrior. Otherwise, how could he not know the rules of joining the society for the Ancient Warriors?" She patiently explained the rules to him, and then he immediately realised why the Ancient Warriors had to join the Bureau of Religions. The truth was that most Ancient Warriors devoted themselves to practice, hid themselves away and did not inter