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Concealment was the mediocrity of Confucianism. High profile actions were easy to notice and easy to be targeted, this was what shooting the bird at the head meant. If one could hibernate for a safe period, at that time, they could soar into the sky and no one would be able to stop them. Safety was more important than victory. For people like Deng Fei, safety was victory.

Deng Fei nodded his head. Although he did not quite understand the meaning behind this, his teacher was not wrong. Only a few of his senior brothers knew of his breakthrough.

Deng Fei was still young, he did not even have the ability to protect himself. If he was too ostentatious, any random person that came while they were not around would be able to kill him, and then, whatever genius or talent he had, they would all be useless. You have to live for that!

Zhu Di and the others had a deep understanding of this matter. After they entered the mountain gate and displayed an astonishing talent, there was the expulsion of fellow sect members and the schemes of other sects. The most dangerous one was just about the fact that there was now a huge scar on their backs.

"Don't worry, Master. There's us too. Junior apprentice-brother still has us to take care of him."

"That's right. If Youngest junior brother runs a restaurant, who would think that he's a martial arts practitioner?"

"I'm relieved to see you two like this." Pan Jiang looked at his disciples with unspeakable happiness. Helping each other and helping each other, only by doing this could they get further and further on the road to shame the two of them.

"All of you, hurry up and eat. I'm afraid you won't be able to eat anything else when you go back."

"Master, if you want to eat it, I can leave a menu for you. It would be the same if you gave it to the chef in the sect!"

"It's not the same. Forget it, let's eat." Pan Jiang wanted to say something, but he just smiled and said nothing. Was the food his disciple cooked for him the same as the food others cooked for him?

Outside the dojo, Duan Jia and Huang Goudan were trembling in fear. They thought that the two of them had left a long time ago, but they didn't do so since yesterday. The reason was — Pan Jiang had been waiting for them below, and then — Pan Jiang had forgotten about them …

"I think I smell something delicious!" Duan Jia was on the verge of going into a daze. She thought that there was something important that would happen if Pan Jiang decided to keep them here, but after staying for so long, she still didn't say anything to them. It made their hearts tremble, as they hadn't eaten or slept at all.

"There seems to be the smell of fried chicken and red-braised pork ribs." The egg twitched its nose and stuck close to the window, intoxicated by the taste of the meal. However, it just sat there obediently, not daring to take another step further.

What a joke! He was someone who was even more terrifying than his father! Duan Jia had said that even their special bullets would be useless against him! It was said that a mighty elder like him was temperamental and could kill at any moment. He didn't dare to defy Pan Jiang's words!

It looks like there are a lot of dishes today. I can't take it anymore. I can't take it anymore!" Duan Jia was about to lose consciousness. He was about to faint from hunger! He had not eaten for who knows how long. Even if he was on a mission, he had never suffered like this. He even brought a fast food when he was on a mission!

The two pitiful people were trapped inside the car. They were tired, hungry, and afraid of getting off the car. They were afraid that Pan Jiang would come find them at some point. From Pan Jiang's appearance, it seemed as if he had something to talk to them about …

Pan Jiang didn't allow them to drink too much, and the rest were all replaced with drinks. In the end, Zhang Qian was not spared, and was full of water. For the first time, the dishes were left on the table.

Zhang Qian and Deng Fei were tidying up the dining table, while the few people of the Zhu Emperor's group were pulling at the sky. Zhang Qian and Deng Fei were tidying up the dining table, while the few people of the Zhu Emperor's group were tirelessly tidying up the sky.

"Do you know? The United States and Japan are getting more and more out of hand! Maybe it will break at any time! "

"Impossible!" "In the news a few days ago, Tempah was still playing games with the little mutt. The little mutt even chose to help him, flashing all the way through to save his master. That's impossible, you must have received some fake news."

"What do you know!?" It was because in that show, all the players that killed Trump were Japanese players! The little mutt kept apologizing from behind. Did you not see that? This time, it's definitely going to be a big deal. If you don't believe me, just wait and see! "

Pan Jiang shook his head helplessly at the tea that Zhang Qian brought to him. He was only drinking so much and was already bragging. If he gave them more tea, wouldn't he destroy this dojo? People who don't drink and who drink are terrible.

"Zhang Qian, in a while, knock out this disgraceful fellow and let them have a good night's sleep." Pan Jiang left the restaurant while holding the teacup. If he continued listening, he might even hear some strange news.

Although their brains weren't too clear, they still calmed down when they heard that they were going to be knocked unconscious. They sat properly and didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore. Who knew if they had played together in a game before.

"Oh yeah, Qianqian, that friend of yours, his name is Duan or something like that. Why didn't he come today? I still want to ask them about what happened after that." Pan Jiang wanted to ask him where his senior martial brother had gone after he lost consciousness.

"It's quite strange. The few people that come over every day didn't come today. I wonder what they're busy with. I'll help you ask on WeChat later."

"It's not that big of a deal. If they have anything to do, then forget it. It's quite troublesome to run around."

Pan Jiang turned around, drank his tea, and slowly felt the taste of the tea. He had no idea that the person he was looking for was waiting in the car downstairs — in fact, he stayed there all night.

Downstairs, in Duan Jia's car, Huang Goudan's eyes were almost green. "How about we go up?" If this continues, the car will run out of gas! "

"Don't worry, Zhang Qian came to WeChat, let me take a look first!"

"Hurry up, let's see what you have to say."

Duan Jia took out his phone. The more he looked at it, the paler his face became. In the end, he angrily shook off his phone and started to drive away.

"What's wrong, what's wrong!" Just tell me what's wrong! " Yellow Ox was anxious. Just what was the most important thing to do after waiting for so long?

"That old thing, he forgot about us! Nothing at all! We fools have waited in vain! "