A Dish Best Served Cold

Chapter: 1630

Seeing the crowd spread out, a burly figure, bathing everyone’s gaze, appeared on the bank of Dongchang Lake.
The man has strong eyebrows and strong eyes.
There is a touch of fierceness and arrogance on the sharp face.
“He is Mr. Chu?”
Among the crowd, someone said in surprise.
He Yurou was also full of surprise, looking at the man who appeared at this time.
Star eyebrow sword eye, masculine body.
The original legend of Jiangdong Zun is like this.
“He is not.”
“I said, that son-in-law has escaped long ago.”
“This is not Ye Fan at all.”
He Yurou had never seen Ye Fan, but Chu Wenfei had.
Therefore, when he saw the person coming, Chu Wenfei knew that this person was not Ye Fan at all.
“It’s Qin Fei!”
“Wang Jiexi’s nephew.”
Lei Laosan and Li Er et al recognized the person, and immediately went forward to greet them.
After all, in the future, these big guys, but they still count on others, they naturally treat Qin Fei respectfully.
“Mr. Qin, next, I can only ask you!” Lei Lao San said respectfully.
Li Er and others also clasped their fists and bowed: “Mr. Qin, please.”
“Mr. Chu is not here, I can only ask you for the safety of Jiangdong.”
With Li Er and Lei Laosan taking the lead, the city leaders behind them also stood up and worshiped Qin Fei.
Qin Fei was going to represent Jiangdong against Wangyuehe, and Li Er and others had already notified all the bigwigs.
Therefore, seeing Qin Fei coming, everyone went to see him.
“Mr. Qin, we Jiangdong, please!”

“May Mr. Qin, turn the tide!”

“May Mr. Qin, turn the tide!”
The voices one after another kept ringing.
The voices of respect and reverence converge into a stream, like waves, sweeping across the world.
The Dongchang Lake was shaking endlessly.
In the face of everyone’s worship, Qin Fei was energetic, walked with his hands holding hands, smiling proudly.
“Don’t worry, everyone!”
“My fist is restrained by him.”
“Within ten moves, I will defeat him, if I defeat the dog!”
After speaking, Qin Fei turned his head and smiled at Wang Jiexi with a deep voice: “Uncle, set the celebration wine.”
“I, Qin Fei, I will go there!”
Qin Fei’s soles of feet suddenly stamped on the ground amidst the rumbling sound of his intestines.
The body of hundreds of catties, like a big Peng spreading its wings, directly rises into the air.
With one leap, he reached the top of the corridor.
He was straight, with proud eyebrows, and looked down at the Mochizuki River above the lake.
“Are you Mochizuki River?”
“I heard that thirty years ago, you were the defeated opponent of my Chinese martial arts.”
“Unexpectedly, you don’t have a long lesson, so you dare to set foot in China?”
“Back then, God of War failed to marry your life. Today, Qin Fei, I took your dog’s life.”
Qin Fei’s proud words echoed.
Mochizuki’s brows wrinkled slightly: “Huh, Qin Fei?”
“So, you are not the respected Jiangdong, Mr. Chu?”
Qin Fei shook his head and smiled: “You are wrong, I am the respected Jiangdong, but not Mr. Chu.”
“A cowardly young man, ran away, not even his own woman.”
“Such a scum, it is an insult to Jiangdong, how can I lead Jiangdong?”
“After today, I will let everyone know. The era that belonged to Mr. Chu has passed.”
“From now on, there will be only one voice in Jiangdong.”
“That’s my Qin Fei’s voice!”
The words are sonorous, just like a stone falling to the ground.
An arrogant voice, full of anger.
Qin Fei, who was full of arrogance, broke out immediately after the words fell.

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