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The scene continued, and the applause continued.

At this time, even the Professor Li and the female teachers who were standing by the side were moved by this scene. They couldn't help but clap for Zhang Song and the other three along with them.

After the applause, Zhang Song casually found a seat to sit on and the Professor Li left after giving a few casual instructions. At this time, everyone returned to listening to her lecture, the female lecturer on the stage continued her explanation.

Zhang Song, Zhang Jun and the other two sat side by side, and the people seated behind the three were extremely curious about the relationship between the three of them. Under the urge of curiosity, they finally mustered up the courage to ask Zhang Jun, Zhang Song and Su Xiang softly, "Brother, I'm a little curious, do the three of you already know each other before this?"

Zhang Song did not speak, his expression was like an ice mountain for ten thousand years, without any changes. Zhang Jun smiled at the curious person behind him and did not speak, but Su Xiang said complacently: "Do you still need to ask this, the answer is obviously yes. You all saw the scene just now, if not for the fact that we are extremely familiar with each other, who would be able to have such a mutual understanding."

The few people behind him nodded after receiving confirmation and muttered: "True, true."

Under the bored and bored listening of the students, the bell finally rang after the end of class. Watching the teacher leave, the students left the classroom like a hornet amidst the noise and rushed to the dormitory, the cafeteria.

When they arrived at the dorm, Zhang Song looked at the bed that everyone had helped him make long before entering the school, and his heart was filled with gratitude. Without waiting for Zhang Song to say anything, Zhang Fei and the rest also entered the dorm. The first thing they saw was Zhang Song standing in the middle of the dorm room. Zhang Fei and the others opened their Both Arms as they laughed loudly, and one by one, they came in front of Zhang Song and hugged him intimately. Soon after, everyone gathered together and chatted for a while before starting to joke around.

Seeing that it was almost time, Zhang Jun stood up and said to everyone: "It's getting late, let's go eat, and celebrate our reunion."

Su Xiang smirked and stared at Zhang Jun: "We're just waiting for second brother's words. Today, we'll definitely not leave until we're drunk."

Bao Hanyong laughed and joked: "Go to hell, whoever isn't drunk with you will never return. I think your addiction is starting again."

Su Xiang retorted, "Why, are you not convinced? If you're so capable, let's see at the wine table. "

Bao Hanyong was just about to continue explaining when he saw Zhang Fei cut in: "Alright, you guys can stop arguing, Su Xiang is right, today is a day to celebrate, we won't return until we're drunk."

Bao Hanyong saw that his big brother Zhang Fei also said that, so he curled his lips and said with a bitter face: "Since big brother said it, then I don't have any objections. At most, I'll just be half dead due to this Su Monkey, and then I'll admit defeat today." Originally, Bao Hanyong was afraid of him when he was still drinking with Su Xiang, hence when he mentioned drinking with him, his teeth were chattering.

"I won't leave until I'm drunk." Everyone followed suit and jeered.

"It seems that I have no choice but to bleed today. Since that's the case, let's set off. My destination is the famous Chef Nation cuisine."

The famous national dish, the most famous restaurant in the entire North Anhui. As the name implied, a top-notch chef and delicately prepared dishes would not taint the domineering name of the famous chef, National Cuisine. One had to know that this wasn't something that an ordinary person could afford. Normally, just going in and eating a few dishes would cost tens of thousands of yuan. For an ordinary person, this was an absolute luxury.

"In that case, can I take a friend with me?" Zhang Song looked at Zhang Jun and asked. Although he knew that with his relationship with Zhang Jun, let alone one person, even if there were ten people, Zhang Jun would still agree to his request, but Zhang Song had raised his request out of politeness.

"Friend? You just arrived at school today. Other than us, what other friends do you have? " Zhang Fei and the others looked at Zhang Song with doubtful expressions.

"Since he's your friend, then he's our friend as well. Why not? I also want to see who that person is. To actually be able to get our Ninth Brother to give me such personal treatment." Zhang Jun smiled and agreed to Zhang Song's request.

"A friend from the train." Zhang Song said casually.

"Since that's the case, then let's arrive. It'll be more lively with one more person." Zhang Han said happily.

Seeing that everyone gave their affirmation, Zhang Song's face was still expressionless, and he said indifferently: "Alright, you all go ahead, I will go get him, and see you later for the famous chef, National Cuisine."

"Let's go there together. I'll drive you there to pick him up." Zhang Jun looked at Zhang Song.

Zhang Song waved his hand, and said: "There's no need, you guys go over first, wait for me to catch him, then we'll call a taxi."

Zhang Jun knew Zhang Song's temper. Since he had already decided on this matter, it would be very difficult for him to turn back, and he did not continue to pursue this topic. Instead, he patted on Zhang Song's frail shoulder and said: "Then we will go over first and wait for you, we will meet later."

Zhang Song nodded.

In a villa in London, England.

The previous Sect Master of Red Star Society looked at the document in his hand. Staring at the documents in his hands that were sent over from his subordinates, he flew into a rage, "What?! All of you died in battle?! Jin Xianen, you old fox, you actually managed to dodge multiple assassinations time and time again, and didn't even manage to bring back one of the people I sent out alive. Looks like I have underestimated you, this time you won't have that much luck, I will use the blood of everyone in your Tiger Gang to pay tribute to Ke Leisi, who was killed by you all. "

"Take his life while he is sick. Master Cramer, who should we send this time? " The old man who had remained silent suddenly asked.

No matter what method you use, you must definitely destroy his Tiger Gang. I want Jin Xianen to live in fear all day, and let him know just how big of a mistake he made in the past. " Cramer said resolutely.

"This subordinate understands." The old man at the side accepted the order and left.

After the old man left, Cramer resolutely stared at the document in his hands and muttered to himself: "Child, wait a bit longer. I'll definitely make my entire Tiger Gang go down to accompany you."

Seoul, Korea, in a luxurious nightclub.

"Sect Master, your subordinate was incompetent and was unable to get anything out of you." A scarred man whispered.

"Hmm, it is indeed very difficult to learn anything from these Death Soldiers. You have already done your best." Jin Xianen said indifferently as he held onto his injured chest. The wounds on his chest were the result of repeated assassinations, but none of the assassins were able to kill him. Although the wounds looked serious, they were far from fatal.

"Then what should we do next?" Knife-Scarred Man stared at Jin Xianen and asked.

"Before we figure out the true purpose of Red Star Society, we can stay put. If Cramer were to send more killers, we can deal with them, but I still don't understand, there is no conflict of interest between Tiger Gang and itself, and the two countries are so far apart, so according to common sense, even if he could kill me, it wouldn't benefit him in the slightest. So why would Cramer continuously send assassins to assassinate me? What exactly is the secret behind it? " Jin Xianen faced this assassination after assassination, but even now, he still did not understand why Red Star Society would do such a thing. He did not know what Amen's goal was.

"Sect Master, we've been bullied to such an extent, we've even bullied our own doorsteps. Are we still not going to retaliate?" The Knife-Scarred Man really could not endure this kind of day, where restrictions were everywhere and people were on tenterhooks.

Jin Xianen stared at Knife-Scarred Man with interest, and said indifferently: "Then what do you mean?"

Knife-Scarred Man said firmly: "Since he has already bullied us to our doorsteps, if we do not return him some greetings, then we will be letting down their enthusiasm." After he finished speaking, Knife-Scarred Man laughed, as if he had heard a very funny joke.

"Since it's like this, bring some people to see Cramer, but you must be careful, Tiger Gang can exist, but I cannot lose these old brothers of yours who have accompanied me during my lifetime of battle." Jin Xianen warned.

After fighting for so many years, it caused their relationship to grow deeper and deeper. Although they were not blood brothers, they were more like blood brothers.

The Knife-Scarred Man laughed, then laughed sincerely and said to Jin Xianen: "Sect Master, don't worry, I will return safely, my Tiger Gang will not fall, as long as we old brothers live, my Tiger Gang will not be defeated by anyone." This light promise was a promise that he would protect for the rest of his life.

Jin Xianen nodded his head towards the Knife-Scarred Man with certainty, and said with a slightly fluctuating tone of voice: "Alright, I know, go ahead, come back early, we will wait for your return."

"Then I'll head back now and prepare. I'll set off tonight." With that, the Knife-Scarred Man turned and ran back towards the entrance of the nightclub.

His gaze followed Knife-Scarred Man's departing back until he completely disappeared from Jin Xianen's sight. He seemed a little lonely as he muttered to himself faintly, "How many people can return once you enter the Jianghu Road?" A long sigh echoed through the quiet nightclub.

At home, in an exquisite garden.

An old man was tightly clutching a photo in his hands. Nothing could be seen from his facial expression, but if one looked closely, they would see that his current gaze was like a poisonous snake staring at its prey, somewhat sinister and somewhat sharp.

His hands were clasped behind his back. Even though he was old, his figure was still tall and straight. At the moment, he was standing with his chest upright. There were several people standing below, all of them slightly lowered their heads as if they were listening to this elder's teachings, but it seemed more as if they were waiting for him to give out some sort of order.

Silence. It was so quiet that everyone's heartbeats could be heard. It was so quiet that even a tiny needle could be heard when it fell onto the ground. At this moment, the old man was struggling with his own thoughts. He was at a loss, not knowing if what he was doing was right or wrong.

In order to avenge his own son Ke Leisi, the current Cramer was already close to insanity, and tried to kill him multiple times. But, could he do anything to Jin Xianen in the end? Facing Cramer's repeated assassinations, no matter how much Jin Xianen tried to defend himself, he was still injured by the enemy's sneak attacks. In order to wash away his shame, his old brother Knife-Scarred Man took the initiative to assassinate Cramer. Who was this old man? Who was the target of the assassination he planned? Would his plan succeed? What was the fate of these people who carried all sorts of missions? Cramer, Jin Xianen, Knife-Scarred Man, the mysterious old man, what kind of fate did these people have waiting for them?