Super Special Forces King

Southwest City has a population of more than 10 million, and it is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Zhang Feng felt that he was looking for the local snake to do the job.

Many things, they are better than the police!

After leaving the police station, Zhang Feng asked Feng Gao.

"Brother Gao, who is the most powerful gang boss in our Southwest City?" Zhang Feng asked.

"What?" Feng Gao didn't seem to hear clearly.

Zhang Feng said: "He is the most powerful gang boss."

"You have watched too much movie novels, right?" Feng Gao asked Zhang Feng back.

Uh……

Zhang Feng was choked and embarrassed.

"It's the earth snake, the most powerful one!" Zhang Feng said.

"Xiao Zhang, I understand what you mean!" Feng Gao said, "Let's visit Father Duanxing!"

Father Broken Star?

Looking very old and mysterious, Zhang Feng is full of expectations.

"Who is this person?" Zhang Feng asked.

"The blackhead who was left after the rectification many years ago is over eighty years old this year. He is highly respected. There is nothing to hide from him on the boundary of Southwest City!"

That's right, Zhang Feng knew that there were many cancers in Southwest City more than 30 years ago.

The rectification movement shocked the whole country. Thousands of police forces and the cooperation of the troops were dispatched. They were wiped out overnight, and hundreds of people were arrested at once, and a dozen people were killed. It can be said to be thunderous means.

The bosses who survived that operation are very few, and the old man Broken Star was released after the reform, but he still has this high prestige in the underground world of Southwest City. There are countless disciples below, and many people give He knocked his head too far.

Of course, as Feng Gao said, the so-called gangs and gangs do not exist. Some are just small groups. They all run serious businesses. There are some criminals who have underground casinos or rural casinos. It has been among the police's crackdowns all year round.

The old man Duanxing has retired early to take care of his life. He has a small garden in the suburbs where he grows flowers, plants and grass, as well as some pine and cypress products, which are very well planted and generally sell for high prices.

So the old man doesn't worry about food and clothes, he's just alone.

Oh, a dog.

When Zhang Feng and the two came outside the garden, the dog inside rushed out and barked at them.

"Xiaoxing, it's not a **** monster. What is your name? You should be welcome. Let them come in!" An old man's voice came from inside.

Hearing this voice, Zhang Feng knew that Old Man Duanxing was in good health, and his voice was like a bell.

The dog was called Xiaoxing, as if he understood what the old man said. Instead of barking wildly, he bowed his head and wagged his tail. He would open the door and lead the way.

Zhang Feng was amazed, this dog is very human and powerful, and this dog alone is very valuable.

"go in!"

Zhang Feng walked in. There are no flowers here but all of them are green. Every tree is exquisite. Even if Zhang Feng is a layman, he can see that any tree here can be sold on the market. Good price, not to mention the blessing of the title of Father Duanxing.

Broken Star, Broken Star, he is an old man who can tell fortune-telling, and is a fortune-teller in jargon.

When the two of them entered, they saw a tea table under the grape shelf. A simple tea table with a pair of tea sets and a chessboard. A gray-haired old man sat there, thin and staring at the chessboard. , A posture not to be disturbed.

Presumably he is the father of Broken Star.

Before coming, Feng Gao said that the old man doesn't like being disturbed by others.

But they came here bitterly, and he said just now that it was welcome, although it was welcomed by his dog.

The two stood outside the grape rack when Feng Gao was about to talk, Zhang Feng raised his hand to stop him, and walked in. Feng Gao wanted to say something, but he slowly followed up without saying it. He didn't know what Zhang Feng was going to do. , But he believes in Zhang Feng.

He didn't know why he believed in Zhang Feng. In his eyes, Zhang Feng was just a young leaf.

Zhang Feng walked over and sat down on the chessboard, only glanced at it and stretched out his hand to move the chess piece, as if the old man did not exist.

Just when Zhang Feng was about to put down the flag, the old man suddenly said: "Wait, are you sure you want this?"

"Master, how do you know if you don't try? Every step is ever-changing!" Zhang Feng said and played the chess piece.

Looking at the chessboard, the old man frowned, but he still moved the chess piece. Zhang Feng moved the chess piece again without any hesitation.

The old man became nervous, but his action was obviously quicker.

In this way, the two of you, you, and I were down. The old man opened his eyes and smiled on his face. Finally, Zhang Feng stood up and bowed and said, "Master, boy, I will accept it!"

"Haha..." The old man's face was red and Hong Zhong laughed.

Zhang Feng stepped aside, looking very humble, Feng Gao stood by and said nothing.

"Young man, come, sit down!" The old man waved to Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng stepped forward and said, "The kid is rude!" Then he sat down.

"Well, every step is ever-changing! Young man, who do you learn from?" the old man asked.

It is difficult to have a brilliant chess skill without a master's teaching, unless the talent is unusual.

Zhang Feng said: "I am self-explanatory, making the father laugh!"

This is really what Zhang Feng said. In order to make a living on the street, Zhang Feng always smashed the stalls of those street chess players. He chose a crowded stall and then cracked it. The money he won was very generous.

Why are there so many candidates? There are too many people, the stall owner dare not reckless!

In order to be able to win against those people, Zhang Feng learned a lot, and read books on chess.

That's why his chess skills were developed in this way. No one would believe it, but to survive.

"Haha, well, come, let's have another plate!" The old man was very happy.

"Master, please enlighten me!"

Zhang Feng and the old man played chess there, and Feng Gao was watching.

Half an hour later, the old man said to Feng Gao: "You come to make tea!"

Feng Gao hurried up. He didn't know how to make tea. He spoiled good tea, but the old man didn't care about it.

He is on the chessboard with all his body and mind.

An hour later, Zhang Feng won again and said, "Master, you can't win!"

"Smelly boy, so courageous!" The old man picked up a flag and threw it over.

Zhang Feng did not hide.

"Haha..." The old man laughed loudly, and then said: "Haha, many years have not been so refreshing, the next generation is terrible, the next generation is terrible..."

In this more than an hour of seven or eight sets, the old man never won.

It was not so miserable, because of this he would be comfortable, without frustration, losing to a junior made him happier.

From this we can see the old man's mind.

"Master..."

"Let me see what the purpose of your coming today is, which star to choose?"

The old man interrupted Zhang Feng and took out a picture album with stars painted on it.

Zhang Feng saw that the first picture was Beidou, so he said, "Just Beidou!"