Mu Ziying and his colleagues finally left, and Li Huaifeng breathed a sigh of relief. As a man related to the death of four people, Li Huaifeng felt that the Yali was very big.

Fortunately, Du Hao gave him a pill of peace of mind, because the general outline of the case was very clear. The four robbers who were captured alive had confessed. Except for the fact that Mai Xiaolong, the head of the people behind them, was not confessed, they did not hide anything from their crimes. Of course, they had already received Mai Xiaolong's promise.

Since Mai Xiaolong dares to use this group of people to help him do bad things, of course he has to prepare for the future. When he is fine, he says, if something happens one day, don’t give me it. As long as I don’t fall, you will not suffer any loss, and your family will not suffer any loss, or will you tell them.

Therefore, it is not easy for Mu Ziying to unearth some of Li Huaifeng's problems in this matter. After all, someone confessed in the case, and the few people who confessed were caught by Li Huaifeng. It can be said that except for Mu Ziying, no one in this world doubts Li Huaifeng, and no one is willing to chase Li Huaifeng and not let go.

However, Li Huaifeng saw the look of Mu Ziying looking at him before leaving. The beautiful and breathtaking eyes were simply talking. It was said: "Li Huaifeng, from today on, I will go to you!"

The things Li Huaifeng feared the most were women and troubles. A troublesome woman was his natural nemesis.

Li Huaifeng didn't know at this time that his "bad luck" had not stopped. He caused several troublesome people almost the same day.

St. Paul High School, Boxing Department.

In the middle of the square boxing ring, a tough man was burying his head. He was majestic, with rapid movements, and dense beads of sweat were hanging on his dark back, falling, and punching the sandbag with one punch, making a low and dull sound.

Luan Ying was drinking a drink with a straw below, which was extremely comfortable.

"Is Li Huaifeng?" The man punched the sandbag with a heavy punch, and then kept punching, while talking: "Luo Meiwei brings him lunch?"

Luan Ying was drinking the drink and watching the stout black man in front of him constantly slapping the sandbags with an almost terrifying force, but he was a little excited: "Ah, yes."

"What kind of person is he?" the man asked while hitting the sandbag with his uppercut.

"A person with a strange idea." Luan Ying took the drink away and said while thinking: "And he looks very strong. He basically has no patience with men. He always wants to solve problems with his fists after saying a few words. He seems to be a very impatient guy. However, he is always very tolerant and patient with girls. But he doesn't look very lustful, so I feel that he should not be very good at contacting girls..."

"Hasn't you been very close to him recently? Why is the information so vague?" The boxer picked up the towel on one side, wiped the sweat, and then went back to continue fighting.

Luan Ying took out his cell phone, played the game, and drank a drink with a straw in his mouth, and said vaguely: "I want to have a good relationship with others, but they seem to look down on me at all. Oh, I'm dead again, why is this game so difficult?"

The boxer stopped boxing, turned his head, his whole face almost twisted: "Scared!? What did you say? You want to have a good relationship with him, but he looks down on you? Did you say it wrong, or did I hear it wrong?"

"Die, die, die, die!" Luan Ying seemed to be very dedicated to playing games. After failing, she sighed and put her cell phone on and said, "I'm right, you're right. I felt that he was quite interesting, so I chatted with him for a few days. This kid ate mine and drank mine, but he always wiped his mouth and turned his back and refused to recognize others. He always thought I was going to do anything to him, and he was too cautious. He always ate my snacks every time, thinking about whether to kick me."

The boxer smiled. At this moment, he finally jumped down from the platform. Someone immediately handed over a new towel very respectfully, and someone immediately came to take off the boxing gloves from his hand.

The boxer walked to the water intake next to the bench with a towel around his neck, took out a bottle of power drink, unscrewed it and said, "Is he your friend?"

"Not for the time being." Luan Ying smiled: "Are you going to take action?"

The boxer began to drink water in a gurgling manner, and almost drank the bottle of water. He threw away the empty bottle and looked at Luan Ying: "Is there such a good fortune on his ancestral grave? Find someone to clean up."

Luan Ying smiled and said, "I will regret it if I underestimate him!"

"You're so confident in him?" asked the boxer.

"When he hit Li Zongwu, I saw it very clearly. Many people thought..." Luan Ying's smile became a little serious: "He is qualified to enter the top ten."

The boxer picked up another bottle of water: "Many people think they can enter the top ten, but..." He looked back at Luan Ying: "There are still only ten people in the top ten."

Luan Ying shrugged: "Believe it or not, it's just everyone's opinion."

"What do you think?" The boxer finally put down the drink bottle in his hand and sat side by side with Luan Ying on the bench. He was tall and strong, and seemed to be two sizes older than Luan Ying.

"What do you think?" Luan Ying also drank all the drinks. At this time, he bit the straw in his mouth and raised his mouth: "He should be able to enter the top three!"

The boxer was wearing a white towel on his head at this time, and he was still sweating. The towel blocked his face, and Luan Ying couldn't see his expression clearly. However, his aura changed and he became a little serious. Luan Ying knew that he was not convinced.

"Okay, get out!" The boxer's face became ugly and he said to Luan Ying casually.

"Hey, we are friends too, aren't we? Why do we drive me away every time we finish chatting?" Luan Ying seemed shameless.

"Mr. Luan, we have never been friends." The boxer pulled off the towel on his head and looked back at Luan Ying: "No one can get close to Luo Meiwei, no one. Whether it is you, Luan Ying or the one Li Huaifeng, I will not allow him to gain a foothold in this school."

Luan Ying's crisp and boring slap in his hands was slapping, and a few splashes were both hypocritical and perfunctory. On the surface, this kind of clapping seemed like a kind of praise, but it sounded more like a kind of ridicule.

"Ahhh, it's really domineering." Luan Ying stood up, held his head in his hands and walked out: "I really have to tell you a few words, don't think that you have occupied the fifth place in the singles list for many years, and are fighting with the Gods in a fierce manner. You really think that you are invincible in the world - Zhao Heiming!"

In the boxing ring, everyone stopped moving, and people could almost see with their r eyes that the aura of both of them reached the boiling point in an instant.

Although Luan Ying was smiling, his eyes were already showing. The straw in his mouth was bitten by him and Lao Gao was pouted: "Although I am ranked tenth, even if the God Rebellion stood in front of me, I have never been afraid."

The people watching looked at me, and I looked at you, and thought to myself, no, right? These two Saint Paul's behemoths will not be in a disagreement here and fight, right? This is definitely a big news.

Zhao Heiming and Luan Ying, one black and one white, one tall and one short, looked at each other sharply. After a long time, Zhao Heiming waved his hand: "Young Master Luan, you still haven't changed at all, and you're still so unpleasant."

Luan Ying grinned: "You haven't changed, you're still so--black!"

The students in the entire boxing department watched the short boy walking slowly, but everyone knew that although he was short, he was definitely a force that dominated St. Paul, and one of the few people who had been competing with the God Rebellion.

Zhao Heiming sat on the bench, and the assistant next to him handed over the phone.

"Hello."

"Big Hei Niu, how have you been doing recently?" asked a voice from the other end of the phone with a very happy voice.

"It's a mess, something happened in the school." Zhao Heiming said seriously.

"Oh, I heard that Li Huaifeng, haha, hehe, he is such a child who loves to show off. Many people called me and all told him about it."

"I'm going to take action." Zhao Heiming said very concisely.

"Uh...hehe, I'd better not want it, at least wait for me to go back." God's chaos said.

"He asked Luo Meiwei to bring him a meal, I'm afraid I won't wait for you to come back." Zhao Heiming was very determined.

"Well... Then at least, don't take action yourself, this is OK, right? My affairs are almost done, and I'm going back soon, not a week." The God Rebellion comforted Zhao Heiming: "Believe me, I will settle him."

Zhao Heiming didn't say anything, but just hung up the phone silently and looked into the distance.

Ah snee!

Li Huaifeng sneezes, and the whole class hid back. At this time, Li Huaifeng became the class bully of this class. The news that Li Zongwu, the owner of the Taekwondo Hall, was defeated by Li Huaifeng with one move, almost instantly spread throughout the school.

Li Huaifeng was not the most powerful at this time, but he was definitely a show-off. Because the order established by the God Rebellion was so strong that the school had not had a party war for a long time. As the largest force, the God Rebellion was managing and coordinating condescendingly with an attitude of overwhelming everyone, so that several forces in the school could not go to war at will, and more often, disputes were resolved through diplomatic channels.

But at this time, Li Huaifeng, as a grassroots clan, had no strength to compete with all the princes, but because of his disdain and resistance to the system and rules, he became the most popular guy.

Li Huaifeng did not realize at all that his existence was no longer his own problem or a library problem, but had risen to the height of challenging the God Rebellion to establish a new order.

Duan Changming came back to class, and his brother Duan Changhong told him: "Be patient, endure until the rebellion of God comes back, your spring will come."

However, Duan Changming had his own ideas. He didn't look at the teacher in class now, but looked at Li Huaifeng. There was no way, he was too scared, too scared. If he didn't go to class, the whole school looked down on him, thinking that he was afraid of Li Huaifeng. If Li Huaifeng was defeated in the future, he could not make any mistakes. So he had to attend classes, and Li Huaifeng had to face it. However, Duan Changming was not the kind of stubbornness of my brother, and I would not hang myself from a tree!

Duan Changming smiled at Li Huaifeng on the surface, feared, and even flattered him, but behind him, he was planning a new plan.

Li Huaifeng, who knew nothing about this, was still picking his nose while listening carefully.

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