Chapter 1003

The next day, Saturday, Jingcheng Brilliant Golf Course,

Although the early morning mist has not completely dissipated, and the moisture is eye-catching bitter, there are still people coming and going on the luxurious court.

Many dignitaries take advantage of the rare weekend to relax and make a few new friends by the way, so the caddy and the waiter are busy.

On the east side of the court, several tall and young figures are also active.

Confucius, Kong Polang, Jin Xuejun, Hoarfrost, wearing comfortable and decent sportswear, sweating on the green grass.

Confucius is tall and tall, with a reckless breath, and a breath that is not close to anyone. Jin Xuejun is gentle and elegant, courteous but unfathomable.

Bai Shuangshuang's heart is arrogant, but her pretty face also says Heartless, Kong Polang is like a little sheep, and her eyes flash with anxiety from time to time.

It's just that although the four of them have different attitudes, they play together very lively, with loud laughter and sweet laughs from time to time.

After three rounds, Kong Polang put away the club, touched the wound and stopped moving: "Brother, Jin Shao, Shuangshuang, you guys play."

"My wound hurts a bit, so I can't play anymore."

Confucius, wearing a white hat, stopped, turned his head and looked at Kong Polang with a faint smile: "How many months have you been since, haven't your injuries healed?"

Jin Xuejun also smiled and said, "Yeah, I heard that all the big-name Chinese doctors were operating on you at the time. There shouldn't be any sequelae from the wound."

Bai Shuangshuang also tilted his head: "Isn't Old Qin in the capital? Let him take a look."

Kong Polang sighed: "The wound is painful again and again, it is irregular, and the examination has no results. I don't know why?"

"You are a psychological effect."

Jin Xuejun walked in front of a white ball and swung the club violently. The white ball flew out with a swish, and fell within half a meter of the hole.

"In fact, no matter how good your wound is, the pain is because Ye Tianlong left a shadow on you. When you think of him, you will have lingering fears."

Jin Xuejun smiled playfully: "You are afraid of him, thinking of three knives, thinking of the original scene, the wound will be painful, it is also a neural reflex."

Bai Shuangshuang looked at Jin Xuejun with a look of admiration: "Xuejun, you are so amazing, you all know that."

When Jin Xuejun waved his hand to show humility, Confucius looked sideways at Kong Polang: "Have you heard of Jin Shao's analysis? You were scared by Ye Tianlong."

"Fortunately, you are a special soldier, and you are scared by a mercenary who can't get on the table. It's a shame to say it."

Confucius was very disappointed with his younger brother: "If I were you, on the night of the banquet, I would just shoot him and kill him, so I could vent his anger."

"It's good for you to shout out the slogan of doing things according to the law. Now you have become the joke of the capital's rich and powerful, and the Confucian family's face has been lost by you."

He really regretted not being there, otherwise Ye Tianlong would now become ashes.

"Zixiong calmed down."

Jin Xuejun stepped forward and swung the club again, hitting the white ball into the hole with a smile: "This can't be blamed on the wolf, Ye Tianlong does have two tricks."

"Mingjiang has a bunch of people in his hands, and even Ling Shuang is fooled by him. It shows that he still has the strength."

Confucius sneered, "No matter how strong Ye Tianlong is, can he surpass the Kong family? His arms are thicker than a human, and he is abused. I really don't want to recognize this brother."

Kong Polang didn't speak, and he lowered his head to accept his brother's reprimand calmly. His face no longer had the slightest glory or youthful blood.

Ye Tianlong's three swords not only scared him, but also reversed his life. He had no sense of what ideals and face he had.

Kong Polang now only wants to live well. Eating, drinking, and having fun is the greatest joy of the rest of his life. Fighting and killing is no longer suitable for him. The danger is too great.

"Well, you guys don't say that about the broken wolf."

Seeing Kong Polang's silence, Bai Shuangshuang thought he was very sad, so he hurriedly said a few words for him: "I don't know the pain if I can't get my own flesh."

"Broken Wolf, I won't fight anymore, let's go have a drink."

Bai Shuangshuang directly dragged Kongpolang away: "Kong Shao, Jin Shao, you play slowly."

Seeing the two leaving behind, Jin Xuejun gently pushed his glasses, his expression a little more solemn: "Kong Shao, Ye Tianlong is still jumping in the capital."

"Yes, and still very active. I saw on the Internet that he participated in the audition of China Good Voice."

Confucius also picked up a club: "Although he deliberately pulled it down while wearing a hat, I can recognize that **** at a glance."

Jin Xuejun looked at him sideways and smiled: "Could it be that he came to the capital and still placed an order, so Kong Master wouldn't give Polang a nasty anger?"

"If he goes back to Mingjiang, your chances will be less."

Hearing Jin Xuejun's words, Confucius flashed a trace of playfulness in his eyes, and then looked at Jin Xuejun and said, "Don't hide from Young Master Jin, I want to kill him."

"I want to cut him thousands of times in my dreams. In addition to the three knives on Kong Po Lang, there is also my loyal headshot."

When the Tsing Yi woman was in Mingjiang, just two kilometers away from the Confucian Mansion, the Snow Wolf dispatched by Ye Tianlong exploded her head with a shot.

Confucius' hatred of Ye Tianlong is beyond doubt.

"I want him to die, but as you said, that kid is very cunning and must be hit with a single shot, otherwise it will be troublesome."

Confucius stated to Jin Xuejun: "If you haven't found the right opportunity to start, it's better to stand still." Then he asked curiously:

"Jin Shao, I remember that you used to be in the same camp as Ye Tianlong. When my brother Sandao, you also ran for Ye Tianlong."

Confucius concealed the needle with a smile and said, "Why do you want him to die now?"

"I'm sorry about the broken wolf, you and Kong Lao, but my head was dizzy and my eyes were blinded by love."

The corner of Jin Xuejun's mouth moved slightly, but he soon recovered his calmness: "I have never been with Ye Tianlong. I just do something for Ling Shuang."

Thinking of Ling Shuang, he felt soft again, and wanted to liberate her from the backyard of the Wu family, but he felt that Ling Xiao's temper must be killed to make her no longer willful.

"Don't worry, I won't protect him in the future, even if Kong Shao needs, I can join hands with you to destroy this person."

He expressed a touch of regret: "I wanted to ask Zhao Sibao to kill him, but I didn't expect that Zhao Sibao poisoned the wealthy."

Then, he briefly recounted the café that day, during which time he became more murderous towards Ye Tianlong, feeling that his authority was repeatedly provoked.

After hearing this, Confucius nodded and gave a thumbs up: "Jin Shao is invisible, but it's a pity that Ye Tianlong is very lucky."

"In front of our powerful strength, no matter how good a person's luck is, it is also a cloud."

Jin Xuejun smiled and said, "Kong Shao, I know you will hit a hit if you seek it, but if you do not move for a long time, it will appear that we are too incompetent."

"Sometimes a lesson is still needed so that people can know that we are not something he can offend."

Confucius carried the white club and walked slowly to the white ball: "Does Jin Shao have a clever plan? The premise is not to drag us into the water directly."

The younger brother's three knives, Zhao Dafei's 13 knives, and Kunjiang Jingui's headshot made Confucius somewhat afraid of Ye Tianlong's madness.

And he didn't want Huaxia officials to know that the Kong family had set off a **** storm in the capital. No matter how powerful the five people, they still have awe of the officials.

"Mingjiang's chess game, the Pu family lost more than 100 billion. They will not give this money."

Jin Xuejun smiled faintly: "Prince Lexing Park Dong-won came to Beijing, hoping that the nephew of the Confucian family, who is in charge of the important position in Gyeonggi, will open one eye and close another."

Confucius opened his feet slightly and looked forward: "Are there any 9th-level masters?"

"No... he knows better than us, the dragon soul must move when the 9th rank enters Beijing."

Jin Xuejun smiled calmly: "The dragon soul has moved, what else can Park Dongyuan do?"

"Then wish him for me..."

Confucius swung his club and snapped, the ball flew away and entered the hole precisely...

"Go ahead!"