The daughter of the medical school is so handsome

"Bring Miss Feng up here!"

When the battle was about to start, a 60-year-old man with white hair and sharp eyes came down from above, wearing a blue Tang suit and wearing cloth shoes.

The tensed muscles of the two tough men in black relaxed, and they stepped aside to give way to the old man.

It's him?

Huang Qiuqi!
It's really a narrow road for enemies!

She had been looking for him for a long time, but she didn't expect him to be hiding here in Haishi!
Feng Qi's black eyes shrank slightly, the silver needle in her hand was retracted into her sleeve, she pretended to be nonchalant and looked at Huang Qiuqi indifferently, her lips were slightly pursed, but she couldn't restrain a certain anger.

"Miss Feng, our president is waiting for you on the fourth floor, please!"

Huang Qiuqi made a please gesture to her.

"Please old... Mr. lead the way!"

Calling him an old man, Feng Qi was conflicted in her heart, she just wanted to call him an old bastard!
"Miss Feng, you are a distinguished guest, so naturally you have to go in front, and I will follow behind."

Huang Qiuqi said with a smile, with a benevolent look.

Feng Qi had followed his way before, walked in front of him, and was attacked by him, resulting in serious injuries, and she was bedridden for a month before she could walk normally!

She wanted to avenge this revenge for a long time, but she couldn't find anyone.

Now, she will not make a second mistake again!
I will never let him go!

"I am a good student who respects the old and loves the young. How dare I walk in front of the old man? Please go first, the old man."

Feng Qi's obedient and polite appearance is also extremely confusing.

"Haha, not bad not bad!"

Huang Qiu Qipi laughed heartily and hahad twice, stepping forward.

Feng Qi then motioned for the two tough guys to leave first.

She wouldn't be so stupid as to let herself be attacked.

"Miss Feng is really thoughtful and careful!"

Huang Qiuqi glanced back at her and said sullenly.

"Must, necessary."

Feng Qi also responded politely with a sincere face, and followed behind the two tough guys, walking in a detached manner, watching all directions, listening to all directions, and being very vigilant.

When they came to the fourth floor, Huang Qiuqi pushed open a door and made another please gesture to Feng Qi.

Those two tough men in black lined up on both sides of the gate as vajra guards.

Feng Qi looked inside——

A man about 30 years old, holding a cigar in his hand, sitting on his back on the sofa and puffing. In the haze of smoke, it can be seen that his facial features are very three-dimensional and handsome, with thick stubble growing on his resolute chin .

He was wearing a red shirt, with the top three buttons open, revealing his wheat-colored chest muscles, and his long legs in black trousers, crossed on the coffee table, and the black leather shoes were shaking slightly...

"President, please come, Miss Feng!"

Huang Qiuqi said respectfully to the man inside with his hands down.

The man took the cigar away from the corner of his mouth, clamped it between his fingers, and slowly exhaled the cloud of smoke from his mouth, his gaze swept to Feng Qi outside the door.

His eyes are sharp and cold, with the arrogance and majesty of someone who is used to giving orders.

Feng Qi didn't avoid his gaze, her black eyes stared at him for a moment, then shifted to the vertical line on his Greek-style high nose.

From the perspective of physiognomy, people with straight lines on their noses are likely to be abandoned by their biological parents and become adopted children of others. They are paranoid in doing things and will not give up until they achieve their goals.

Feng Qi is more afraid of this kind of person.

Once you mess with him, he will chase you like a mad dog.

"Miss Feng, please!"

Huang Qiuqi said to Feng Qi.

Feng Qi pursed her lips slightly, walked in with her schoolbag in her hand, stood in front of the coffee table, stared at the man with her eyes, and said flatly, "I don't like to smoke second-hand smoke."

"Little girl doesn't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth!"

Huang Qiuqi reprimanded Feng Qi.

The man waved at Huang Qiuqi, put down his legs that were resting on the tea table, twisted the cigar on the ashtray, put out the fire, and then continued to hold it between his fingers.

Only then did Feng Qi realize that he had six fingers on his right hand, and suddenly remembered a legend about a person, and her heart shuddered slightly.

After the devil training in Southeast Asia, the instructor Jack told her that there was a person who performed as well as her in the class earlier than her. That person was called "Hong Lang" and had six fingers on his right hand.

Red shirt, six fingers, wolf-like eyes...

If nothing unexpected happened, he should be Hong Lang.

It's no wonder that people like Huang Qiuqi would be subservient to him.

Hidden dragon and crouching tiger, it seems that Haishi, a third-tier city, is not as simple as it appears on the surface!
"You hurt so many of my brothers, how do you calculate the score?"

Hong Lang stared at her coldly, with a pair of light brown pupils, vaguely showing some kind of bloodthirsty glow.

Obviously he is a ruthless person who bears many lives!

Feng Qi is a ruthless person, but she never kills people according to the degree of serious injury caused by the other party's bad deeds.

After all, she is still a doctor, a doctor who cures diseases and saves lives!
The reason why the devil training camp is called devil is extremely cruel. Most of the students sent in are not people who can live a normal life, but are controlled by some organization to train them to be killers, bodyguards, spies, etc. The law of the jungle is a real life-and-death elimination, the last two are the winners, and the others are either dead or seriously injured.

The instructor told Feng Qi that in Hong Lang's class, he was the only one left in the end, and everyone else died!
As for Feng Qi's group, most of them were seriously injured, and those who died were not at Feng Qi's hands.

For Feng Qi, those three years of training were a nightmare that she would never want to recall!

This is also the reason why she has resentment towards Dong Junlin!
"They made the first move. I can't sit still."

Feng Qi said lightly, "I asked you to have a good meeting, but you asked your subordinates to deal with me, how to calculate this account?"

"Ha ha--"

Hong Lang laughed suddenly, his eyes suddenly turned fierce, the cigar in his hand instantly changed into a sharp knife that could be ejected, and pointed at Feng Qi, a horrifying coldness exuded from his handsome and cold face.

Feng Qi's pupils shrank, her nerves tensed, and the silver needle retracted into her sleeve was pinched by her fingers.

Hong Lang was worthy of being Hong Lang, with sharp eyes, he found the silver needle on her finger, his brown eyes deepened, and the corners of his cold lips curled up with interest, "Do you think your needle is faster or my knife is faster? "

"Your knife is faster, but my death will definitely be slower than my needle!"

Feng Qi smiled lightly, "In the end we will die together."

"Are you so confident in your speed?"

Hong Lang asked with an evil smile.

"good!"

Feng Qi raised her eyebrows horizontally, "Do you want to try?"

"If you don't try, I will feel sorry if you die!"

Hong Lang put the bullet knife on the table, and said with an evil smile, "However, you can try to come over and snatch the knife from me, and then point it at my forehead. From now on, we'll be friends..."

Before he finished saying the word "friend", Feng Qi's body had already started to move, and the small needle hidden in his left hand was shot out, aiming at his moving acupoint——