Rebirth: Return of the Abandoned Young Man

After Jiang Wei finished speaking, she looked at Long Jianfeng's face again, and seemed to understand something.

"Xiao Jing, my birthday party hasn't started yet, why are you leaving?" Jiang Wei held Liu Jing's little hand, with an angry look on her face.

Seeing the angry expression on her good friend's face, Liu Jing looked at Zhuo Bufan hesitantly, hesitating.

"Are you Xiaojing's distant cousin? If you have something to leave first, we won't keep you, but Xiaojing has to spend my birthday with me." Jiang Wei pursed her lips and looked at Extraordinary.

Shi Jian held his pure white fist and looked at Jiang Wei with some disgust. She had seen this kind of green tea a lot with the young master.

Zhuo Bufan looked indifferent, and said lightly: "Leave Liu Jing behind, and send her drunk to Young Master Long's room later?"

After saying a word, the faces of everyone in the whole box suddenly changed.

"What are you talking about, how could I do such a thing?" Jiang Wei's face suddenly turned cold.

Nie Ping also said, "Xiao Jing, why is your cousin spitting blood?"

As for Long Jianfeng and a few young people around him, they glared at Zhuo Bufan. In fact, Zhuo Bufan had hit on these people. Long Jianfeng had this plan in the first place. Let Jiang Wei get her drunk and put her to sleep at night.

In Japan, Liu Jing's family has no relatives, no power, and there is nothing he can do about it, but Zhuo Bufan punctured his small thoughts.

Liu Jing hesitated for a moment, with firm eyes showing, she grabbed Jiang Wei's palm and said, "It's getting late, I have to go back and cook for my mother and father."

Long Jianfeng and the others stared fiercely at Zhuo Bufan with a stern look in their eyes, obviously resenting Zhuo Bufan for ruining his good deed.

Jiang Wei raised her brows upside down, "Xiao Jing, didn't you say that we are good friends? Why don't you even believe me?"

"It's not that I don't believe you, it's just that I really have something to do." Liu Jing bit her lower lip, clutching her skirt with both hands in a panic.

"You don't need to go." Suddenly Zhuo Bufan looked at the door of the box and said with a frown.

At this moment, the door of the box was pushed open, and a group of men wearing vests and bald heads poured in. There were about a dozen of them, with various strange tattoos on their bare arms and necks.

Some have tattoos of birds and animals, some have tattoos of words, and some have tattoos of weird patterns and totems, but at first glance, this group of people is not easy to provoke.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a plaster cast on his right arm, and it was Xiao Yuan who I saw at the restaurant today.

Beside Xiao Yuan was a man wearing an ancient Japanese samurai uniform, about forty years old, with an expression of looking like a wolf watching an eagle.

"Brother, it was these two people who beat me, they are both from Long Kingdom." As soon as Xiao Yuan entered the box, he saw Zhuo Bufan and Shi Jian, with angry and cruel expressions on his face.

In the box, Long Jianfeng, Jiang Wei, Nie Ping, and other boys and girls saw this group of people coming in, and their expressions suddenly changed to panic, and they were even at a loss.

"It's Kuno Xiong." Long Jianfeng's face turned pale.

Although everyone is a student, almost everything in life in Japan has something to do with clubs, and everyone has naturally heard of Kunoxiong's name.

This is the younger brother of the leader of the Tokyo underground overlord Sanryong, who almost dominates the Tokyo underground forces.

Kunoxiong glanced at Zhuo Bufan and Shi Jian indifferently, found a sofa and sat down unhurriedly, and the younger brother next to him hurried forward to light a cigar for him.

"Juno-kun, I'm Long Jianfeng. I don't know if you still remember me? Last time, my father and I met you at a banquet." As the leader, Long Jianfeng walked over and said.

Kunoxiong raised his head, glanced at him lightly, and immediately said: "The son of Long Haojun, he has a little image."

"Juno-kun, my classmate and I celebrated my birthday today, I don't know about Kuno-kun..." Long Jianfeng asked cautiously.

Everyone was relieved to see that Long Jianfeng was able to talk to Kunoxiong, and that the other party knew him. Jiang Wei, Nie Ping, and other boys and girls looked at Long Jianfeng with a hint of admiration.

The Mitsubishi group is one of the largest clubs in Japan, and Kunoyu is the younger brother who occupies one side of Kunoike. It can be said that he is a super big shot. Ordinary students like them have no qualifications to talk to each other.

But Long Jianfeng is only qualified to speak. Although Long Jianfeng is lustful and sinister, he has a smart mind. He is a child who is soft-spoken. Maybe his father can talk a little bit when he comes.

"Long Sang, those two are also your classmates?" Kunoxiong stared at Zhuo Bufan, with occasional flashes of coldness in his eyes, like a cheetah that chooses to eat someone.

"They are not my classmates." Long Jianfeng said.

"That's nothing to do with you." Kunoxiong didn't look at Long Jianfeng, but at Zhuo Bufan, "Did you hurt Mr. Xiaoyuan?"

Long Jianfeng, Jiang Wei, Nie Ping, and others all looked at Zhuo Bufan in amazement.

It was actually this guy who beat Ohara-kun, no wonder the other party came directly to the KTV.

"I did it, how about it?"

Before Zhuo Bufan could speak, Shi Jian stood up and said with a hint of anger on his pretty face.

Zhuo Bufan casually taught Shi Jian some spells so that she could understand the languages ​​of various countries, but these spells were nothing more than trivial skills.

"You are beautiful, but the person who hit me must at least give me an explanation, otherwise I will not be able to gain a foothold in Tokyo." Kunoxiong narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Shi Jian, with a hint of greed in his eyes .

Xiao Yuan suddenly said: "Brother, don't talk nonsense with them, arrest her first, I want revenge. Leave that woman to Big Brother for you to enjoy first, and let me play with it when the time comes."

Saying that, Ohara licked his lips.

"Shameless." Shi Jian scolded, kicked Xiao Yuan's belly, and the other party fell backward like a rolling gourd, his head was full of pain.

"Baga, arrest them for me." Kunoxiong didn't expect that someone would dare to beat Xiaoyuan in front of him, and immediately cursed angrily, showing a murderous look on his body.

A group of gangsters got the order and rushed towards Zhuo Bufan and Shi Jian.

Zhuo Bufan was sitting on the sofa as steadily as Mount Tai, while Liu Jing was nervously clutching her little hand, her face full of anxiety.

Long Jianfeng, Jiang Wei, Nie Ping and the others had already hid to the side, for fear of harming themselves.

"Young Master Long, can you help me?" Liu Jing suddenly looked at Long Jianfeng and begged.

Long Jianfeng was stunned, even if his father came, it wouldn't matter, the other party was a gangster, how dare he stop Kunoxiong.

Shi Jian stretched out his palms, stepped on Lingbo, his figure was ethereal, and those rushing people flew out before touching her clothes. In a short while, all the dozen or so gangsters fell to the ground. At this time, even Kunoxiong, who was sitting on the sofa, couldn't help showing a trace of shock and surprise in his eyes, and frowned vigorously.