The president always wants to steal my sweet potato

Shang Junjie's face was filled with chill, and he said, "I'll give you another chance. Was it Meng Zhe who drove you to do this?"

The sniper, who was lying on the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood due to his serious injuries, and his throat made "huh" and "huh" sounds, like the noise of rough gravel rubbing against the ground.

The physical pain made it extremely difficult for him to even utter a single word.

The sniper said slowly with a look of panic on his face: "Yes... yes... Meng Zhe... it was Meng Zhe who ordered me to go--"

Before he finished speaking, a deafening roar sounded in the warehouse again.

"Bam—"

The fine blood drops like silver chains splashed onto Shang Junjie's body. The sniper's voice stopped abruptly, his eyes widened, and his eyeballs were full of bloodshot. Looking down, he saw a dark hole on his originally healthy throat, and blood was gushing out.

Sniper, dead.

There were a few drops of blood on Shang Junjie's face. He calmly looked up at the person coming through the warehouse door.

The rain grew heavier, rumbling thunder echoed through the night sky, and lightning briefly illuminated everything in the world, exposing all the evil hidden in the darkness.

Meng Zhe's face, which was already pale to begin with, looked even paler under the reflection of lightning. The alternating light and dark lightning streaked across the sky from time to time, making his face look somewhat dim, sometimes bright and sometimes dark again.

But no matter what, the sinister look on his face was not concealed, and people could see it clearly and feel it deeply.

There was an almost crazy smile on his lips, and there was a rampant mockery in his eyes. Just standing at the warehouse door like this, he could bring a creepy shudder to people.

Shang Junjie was no longer surprised by the way he appeared. After all, he was the only one who was so unpleasant every time he appeared.

He scratched his ears with his fingers in annoyance and seemed not to want to talk to Meng Zhe.

Behind Meng Zhe followed a group of skilled thugs, all holding umbrellas. The one closest to Meng Zhe had two in his hands and was diligently holding an umbrella for him.

The black tactical boots fit tightly on Meng Zhe's feet, with a totem printed on the side of the boots.

The totem was a circular pattern, with red spider lilies and thorns intertwined and spreading, forming a flame-like image. In the center of the flame was a yellow animal that looked like a fox with a pair of horns on its back. It was a lucky animal representing "longevity" - Chenghuang.

The thorns and the other side symbolize "rebirth". The intertwining gives a feeling of flame, which means "Nirvana". The auspicious beast standing in the middle can represent "eternal life".

All those who belong to Mengzhe have such a totem tattooed on their shoulder blades.

At this time, at the warehouse door, Meng Zhe was holding a gun in his hand, pointing it diagonally at the ground. There was an inexplicable smile on the corner of his lips, and his face was a nearly crazy, sinister and arrogant smile.

He narrowed his eyes and stared at Shang Junjie, swinging his gun gracefully. His voice was full of smiles, but with a hoarse madness, he said with interest: "It seems that my good son is hiding something from me."

Shang Junjie replied perfunctorily: "You think too much, old man."

Meng Zhe didn't care about his teasing. He walked slowly into the warehouse and stopped two steps away from the sniper on the ground.

The thugs behind him folded their umbrellas and walked a few steps inside.

The corners of his lips still had that sinister smile, and his ghostly eyes stared straight at Shang Junjie, and he said with interest: "I hope so."

"But I still want to remind you," Meng Zhe looked at him with interest and said, "No matter what the matter is, you can come and ask me directly."

Shang Junjie had a hint of sarcasm on his lips. He looked at Meng Zhe with a lack of interest and said, "I won't waste my time on a mute."

After these words were spoken, the smile on Meng Zhe's face became even more intense. He showed a look of satisfaction and said with a smile: "Good, very good. You are worthy of being the good son I raised. You do have some of my style."

Shang Junjie narrowed his eyes impatiently and asked, "Does Mr. Meng have anything else to say?"

If you're not here, just get out of here.

Meng Zhe smiled quietly at him and asked, "If you are fine, can't you come to see my good son?"

Shang Junjie appeared calm on the surface, thinking to himself, "You are still as disgusting as ever."

He looked at Meng Zhe calmly, then suddenly laughed and said, "How can I influence where Mr. Meng goes?"

Meng Zhe laughed out loud.

After laughing, he looked at Shang Junjie again, with a faint smile on his lips. He stared at him for a few seconds, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with regret, "You are still too soft-hearted."

He glanced at the sniper on the ground, then looked at him again and said teasingly, "You can't even bear to cut off a leg."

Shang Junjie looked straight at him and said calmly: "How can you be sure that I am not torturing him better?"

As the two looked at each other, the silent atmosphere slowly spread around and soon filled the entire warehouse.

Meng Zhe still had a faint smile on his face as he just stared at Shang Junjie quietly.

Shang Junjie was not to be outdone and looked back with the same teasing look.

After a long while, Meng Zhe laughed softly, breaking the chilling silence. He smiled knowingly and said, "So you want to be the King of Hell..."

He looked at Shang Junjie with a hint of approval in his eyes and said, "Well done."

He raised his eyebrows and said, "I believe you will soon be able to surpass me and become a new force."

Although it was a compliment, one could clearly hear the warning in it.

Shang Junjie looked at him calmly and said, "I really can't think of any force stronger than NF."

Meng Zhe curled his lips, very satisfied with his answer: "You always know how to judge the situation, and I also very much hope that one day the future of NF will be handed over to you."

Shang Junjie smiled faintly and said, "Don't worry, Master Meng. Everything will be as you wish."

Hearing this, Meng Zhe laughed out loud and shouted, "Okay—"

After a pause, he said with a dull tone: "I have other things to deal with, so I'll leave first."

After saying that, Meng Zhe turned around and left the warehouse with a smug smile.

The thugs behind him opened their umbrellas again and followed his steps.

Shang Junjie said perfunctorily: "Master Meng, take care."

Meng Zhe's figure gradually moved away, and soon he disappeared into the darkness of the night again.

Guan Yu asked at the right time: "Master, how should we prepare now?"

Shang Junjie glanced at the sniper lying on the ground and said calmly: "Deal with him first, as for the others..."

He paused, looking towards the shadow where Meng Zhe had just disappeared, and said coldly: "... Let's think about it in the long run."

Guan Yu nodded and replied, "Yes."

The sound of the pouring rain shouted out the darkness of the world, and returned to the silent warehouse. The brooch on Shang Junjie's collar emitted a faint dark light.

......

In the huge private room, Lu Chengfeng listened quietly to Shang Junjie's narration of everything that happened at that time.

Shang Junjie said: "I have finished what I want to say, what else does Mr. Lu want to know?"

Lu Chengfeng was silent for a moment and said, "Not for now."

Lu Chengfeng looked at him with new eyes. His face became more friendly and he said, "As partners, I hope we can both have a good cooperation experience."

Shang Junjie said calmly: "I hope so too."

Lu Chengfeng raised the corners of his lips and smiled lightly: "Mr. Shang, it's a pleasure to work with you."

Seeing this, Shang Junjie smiled softly and said, "It's not too late to start having fun now."

Lu Chengfeng lowered his eyes and chuckled.

Shang Junjie gently shook the goblet in his hand and complained, "I finally came here, and you didn't even prepare some fruit drinks for me. Even this boiled water was something I had to find myself."

Lu Chengfeng smiled and said, "I was in a hurry and didn't prepare well. Please forgive me, Mr. Shang."

He said arrogantly, "Well, I'll treat Mr. Lu to dinner this morning. Mr. Lu can eat as much as he wants, but I have other things to do now, so I can't stay here with Mr. Shang."

Shang Junjie raised his eyebrows: "Going to Tingnanyuan again?"

Lu Chengfeng paused and nodded.

Shang Junjie smiled and said, "Go ahead. I won't eat the meal that Mr. Lu invited me to today, but remember, you still owe me one."

Lu Chengfeng nodded and said, "Of course."

Shang Junjie stood up and said, "Let's go."

Seeing this, Lu Chengfeng also stood up, and the two of them walked out together.

After seeing Shang Junjie off, Lu Chengfeng went to order a bouquet of flowers and then walked towards Tingnan Garden.

......

At this moment, Lu Chengfeng opened the anonymous email in the second bedroom next to Mu Yaqi's bedroom in Tingnanyuan.

It clearly stated: Meng's research direction has changed to cell regeneration. The possibility of concealing one's tracks cannot be ruled out and needs to be verified.

Lu Chengfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, his thoughts churning in his mind.

......

Mu Yaqi quickly brought up Lu Chengfeng's spare set of clothes. She went into her own room and went to the second bedroom from the connection between the two rooms.

She first shouted, "Your spare set is on the way!"

Lu Chengfeng had already closed the email and encrypted it.

He sat leisurely in a chair, admiring Mu Yaqi's yard through the window.

He found that Mu Yaqi's place was quite popular with small animals. In addition to cicadas, there were also various small birds resting on the branches.

Or to put it another way, the environment here is very good and suitable for small animals to stay here.

Lu Chengfeng couldn't help but feel a hint of light-hearted joy in his heart.

When Lu Chengfeng heard Mu Yaqi's call, he came back to his senses, stood up and walked towards the door.

Mu Yaqi opened the door and saw Lu Chengfeng walking towards her.

Mu Yaqi handed him the clothes and noticed that the collar of his pajamas was no longer tied tightly.

She teased, "Oh, is it strangling your neck?"

Lu Chengfeng lowered his eyes and looked at it, then smiled and said, "It is indeed a bit tight."

Mu Yaqi continued, "Boss Lu, aren't you afraid of looking like a dishonest person?"