"Xijiu, according to your observation, is there any abnormalities in Huang Li?"

Zhou Wenqiang was wearing a cotton bathrobe and lay under the sun umbrella by the swimming pool. He looked at Chen Xijiu, who was reluctant to speak and said, "Don't have any worries. Just say whatever you want. I won't blame you if you say something wrong."

"She accepted the chicken soup and said thank you to me. Brother Qiang, she was the kind girl back then, so there shouldn't be any problem. You... are you worried too much?"

"Yeah?"

Zhou Wenqiang nodded with a smile: "Maybe...Xijiu, you can continue dating Huang Li. Why is your face blushing? You should like her very much, right?"

"Okay, a big man, don't be hesitant when doing things. If you like others, just let it go and chase them, so as not to regret it in the future. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Brother Qiang, then I'll leave..."

Looking at Chen Xijiu's departure back, Zhou Wenqiang lightly tapped the armrest of the lounge chair with his fingers and frowned slightly.

Is it because I am really too careless?

Recently, he has checked all the resume information of all the faculty and staff of Zhiren Primary School.

Only Huang Li's resume is a bit strange.

Huang Li, 23 years old this year, is an Aboriginal native of Hong Kong Island. She has a normal family background but works very hard. She has been a top student since she was a child.

In 1946, Huang Lizhi was eighteen years old and was admitted to Stanford University, Lighthouse Country with very excellent results and received a full scholarship.

Then the female top student obtained a master's degree in engineering in just five years and returned to Hong Kong after the Spring Festival this year.

With her education, she could teach at the Hong Kong government university, and at the least she should teach a high school or something, but she eventually chose Zhiren Primary School, which was not long after the end of World War II.

It is said that she made this decision because she likes children and the school is close to home and is convenient for taking care of her mother.

On the surface, there seems to be no problem, but in Zhou Wenqiang's opinion, there are many doubts.

"Do you like children..."

Zhou Wenqiang smiled and looked at Bai Yue'e who was walking towards him with a pan of grapes, and suddenly asked: "Yue'e, you like children so much, do you want to be a teacher in elementary school?"

"Go and go, I've been a foreigner at least. I have a bachelor's degree. Even if I want to teach, I will teach middle school. Why do you want to teach elementary school? Do you look down on me like this?"

Bai Yue'e was very dissatisfied.

"hehe......"

Zhou Wenqiang laughed and said, "Yue'e, are these grapes that just came down? I want you to feed me."

"You are so beautiful."

Bai Yue'e spat, but she carefully pushed a grape away and gently put it into his mouth.

"Brother Qiang, as you told me, I have invited several mountain top ladies to visit my home. Tomorrow is a mahjong game. But why did you ask me to deliberately lose money to them? If this is spread, the outside world will say that you are taking the wife's route to enter the upper class. Are you really not afraid of being embarrassed?"

Bai Yue'e bulged her mouth and said, "Besides, is it that good to enter the upper class? I didn't expect that even Wen Qiang, you can't avoid the vulgarity."

"Haha, Yue'e, you scolded me well. I'm just a vulgar person..."

Zhou Wenqiang smiled and said, "It's one thing to enter the upper class, and whether to make a 'seeking progress' attitude is another thing. My Yue'e is so smart, do you still need me to say more?"

"I really don't understand what you are going to do, it's mysterious all day long."

Bai Yue'e smiled and gave him a blank look, with some guess in her heart that her man must be plotting against someone again.

That person is so pitiful.

......

After nightfall, Zhiren Primary School was gone without the various noises made by the "Divine Beasts", and it was as quiet as a pool of water.

According to Zhou Wenqiang's instructions, the soldiers sent people to get off work after 8 o'clock in the evening, but the elites of the North-watch Soul Hall increased by fifty people. Jiang Wentao was ordered to dispatch people, and in order to ensure that they were sure to be sure, they specially invited the "teacher" to take charge.

It is difficult for Aunt Gong Er to invite her, and Jiang Wentao really dare not bother her "old man" every day.

Fortunately, today is just the second night after Beiwang took over. The other party is not a big name in Hong Kong. It is estimated that it is impossible to mobilize such a powerful force. A coach should be able to deal with everything.

To be on the verge of precautions, ten of the elites of the Soul Hall carried box cannons, but if the other party did not use firearms, they would not fire easily.

After all, this is Tsim Sha Tsui, and it is not a lawless pirate nest.

At one o'clock in the morning, people flashed outside the school wall.

The teacher stood on the roof of the school library, looking at the dense heads outside, with his eyebrows slightly frowned.

He actually didn't understand what Zhou Wenqiang meant. This primary school was obviously in the Yingliantuo area, but he refused the Yinglian helper, and insisted on using the power of Beiwang Security to compete with these mysterious opponents.

It is even more impossible to imagine what force the other party is. Although it is not in the Hongmen word, it can gather hundreds of people to fight at will.

At this moment, more than 300 people gathered outside the school wall. Although they were dressed in different costumes, they all looked fierce, holding various weapons in their hands, and some people were carrying plastic oil barrels, with pungent kerosene smell spreading around.

The coach tightened the iron stick as thick as a bowl in his hand and walked down from the roof: "Open the school gate! Use three people to form a formation and disperse the other party with me!"

"Remember, don't make any casualties easily, just break their arms and legs!"

"kill!"

As soon as the school gate of Zhiren Primary School opened, the teacher took the lead. The iron rod in his hand was swung and the wind and rain were not clear. It was like a tiger rushing into the flock of sheep, and the bones were broken when it was touched.

The Northwest Security Officer behind him formed seventeen triangular formations in groups of three and fifty-one. It was like seventeen steel knives, cutting into the enemy formation hard, and wherever he went, he was overturned.

Although there were more than 300 people on the other side, they were gangs, and their combat power was not even as good as the old-fashioned title of the British League. It was more like a circle of countries that were temporarily pieced together. They were defeated by the elites of the "Soul Hall". They either had their knees broken or had one arm broken.

Among the chirping screams, there were Ah San, Malay, Vietnamese, ink, and more than a dozen ethnic groups sang a song together, as if they were calling their mother...

"With this kind of combat effectiveness, can you dare to cause trouble?"

The coach shook his head secretly. He was also a famous master at Mingwenshang Beach. He really had no sense of accomplishment in defeating these bad guys.

Seeing that the other party had fallen by hundreds of people, the coach raised his iron stick in his hand and said, "Stop! Go back to school, close the door! Give them a chance to clean the battlefield."

After all, this is Hong Kong Island, so it’s good to let the other party retreat when they see the difficulties. There is no need to overturn all three hundred people. Cleaning the battlefield is not an easy task.

Sure enough, the other party did not dare to continue harassing after suffering a great loss, and ran away in shame with his injured companion.

The news reached Jiang Wentao, "The other party attacked at night tonight and was repelled by us. We slightly injured five people and injured more than a hundred enemies."

Jiang Wentao gave a new order, 'The brothers who participated in the battle tonight will take a turn for tomorrow, and there will be another fifty elites in the Soul Hall. Please work hard for another night, coach.'

The next night, the opponent attacked again, and the number of people decreased from 300 to 200, but the combat effectiveness increased nearly twice. Many of them were agile and had traces of military and human beings.

The coach won consecutive victories, and fifteen elites in the Soul Hall were injured.

On the third night, the coach took a turn for the rest of the Soul Hall elite, and there were still fifty people. However, two masters were in charge. Jiang Wentao invited Gong Er to leave, and the "Yi Shitian" who was one of the sleepers took action personally under the instructions of Zhou Wenqiang.

The number of people coming from the other side decreased to 100, and powerful white men and black thugs began to appear. Each of them was extraordinary, more cruel and good at fighting than soldiers, with traces of mercenaries.

Gong Er Palm injured the opponent's five masters, including three white men who are proficient in free fighting and two black thugs with fierce boxing skills. Three masters of the opponent's first line of injury were injured.

The first time the Soul Hall elite was seriously injured, seriously injured five people and eighteen minor injuries!

Both sides are using oil-adding tactics to slowly increase chips and test the opponent's strength step by step.

The fourth night... the night here is quiet and the other party did not attack.

The news reached Zhou Wenqiang's place.

Zhou Wenqiang replied to Jiang Wentao: "From tonight, only the coach, masters like Mr. Gong Er, and ordinary Northwest Security Officers are all evacuated. In addition, Chen Dasheng is asked to sit on the top floor of the library and equip him with a sniper rifle."

"He only needs to be responsible for the other party's possible gun-use master. If the other party does not move the firearm, he will ask the head and Mr. Gong Er to take action."

Jiang Wentao was a little worried: "Boss, if the other party attacks..."

"No. Davidson has been testing our strength these days. He now knows that ordinary big circles, even ordinary mercenaries, cannot pose a threat to us. In the future, he will either stop or invite heavyweight masters. Such masters are very expensive and will not have many people."
Chapter completed!