Chapter 298 Royal Martial Arts Museum

Zhao Peng can't sleep at all now. He finally couldn't help dialing Bai Mingchong's phone. After the phone rang a few times, Bai Mingchong finally heard an impatient voice: "What's the matter?"

"Leader, I was almost killed by those two killers just now." Zhao Peng pretended to be sad and said.

"Did you call the police?" Bai Ming asked.

"I called the police last time, but the efficiency of the police is very low. So far, I haven't found out who the other party is." Zhao Peng said helplessly.

Bai Mingchong, who was on the other end of the phone, paused and said, "The person who wants to kill you is likely to be a gang, called Stick Hall."

"Stick Hall! I've never heard of Stick Hall. Zhao Peng felt a little puzzled.

"That's why you offend people." Bai Mingchong said.

When Zhao Peng heard the words, he asked tentatively, "Is it Jiao Qinglong?"

"The Stick Hall is a very strict underworld organization. So far, I haven't checked why he killed you." Bai Ming replied.

Hearing this, Zhao Peng asked quickly, "Leader, what should I do now?"

"Be careful in and out. It's better to bring one or two bodyguards to protect you." Bai Ming replied.

"Leader, is this also an idea?" Zhao Peng said with a wry smile.

Bai Mingchong also said helplessly, "I can't think of any other way except the whole method."

"Leader, can't you take someone to destroy the stick?" Zhao Peng asked.

"That's a police matter." Bai Ming replied.

"Leader, but I'm from Guoan." Zhao Peng argued.

"I'll think of another way." Bai Mingchong said helplessly.

"Thank you, leader." Zhao Peng knew that it was impossible for him not to get a very definite answer here at Bai Mingchong.

After hanging up Bai Mingchong's phone, the three words "stick hall" lingered in Zhao Peng's mind. What kind of underworld organization is this? Zhao Peng now wants to know everything about Stick Hall very much, and even more wants to know whether Jiao Qinglong asked Stick Hall to assassinate him.

Because of the assassination tonight, Zhao Peng couldn't sleep at all because of the stick hall. At dawn, Zhao Peng dialed the phone of the Southern Expedition, and soon the voice of the Southern Expedition came from the other side: "Morning."

"Does it affect your rest?" Zhao Peng said politely.

"No, I'm already awake." Nanzheng replied.

Zhao Peng hesitated for a moment and asked, "Nanzheng, have you ever heard of the organization 'Stick Hall'?"

"I've heard of it. What's wrong?" The tone of the Southern Expedition was a little surprised.

Zhao Peng hesitated again and said, "I don't know why Stick Hall sent someone to kill me."

"The stick sent someone to kill you? Are you all right?" Nan Zheng asked in surprise.

"Of course it's okay, otherwise how can I talk to you?" Zhao Peng pretended to be relaxed and smiled.

Nanzheng hurriedly said, "The Stick Hall is very powerful. It is the largest organization in the north of China."

"Have you ever had a relationship with them?" Zhao Peng asked.

"I didn't. My eldest brother has seen their number three, but he doesn't have any friendship." Nan Zheng said with some disappointment.

Zhao Peng didn't want to put too much pressure on Nanzheng. He said, "It's okay. You can sleep a little longer."

"The people in the stick hall are very fierce. You must be careful." Nan Zheng said hurriedly.

"I will." Zhao Peng replied.

"I'll send more security guards to protect you." Nan Zheng said uneasily.

Zhao Peng thought for a moment. He felt that the usual bodyguard had no way to deal with well-trained killers. He said, "No, I'll figure it out myself."

"Well, I'll be there in a minute." Nan Zheng said.

"No, you have to take care of the business and Jingyang. It's enough for you to be busy." Zhao Peng said.

Nan Zheng hesitated on the other end of the phone and said, "Well, you must be careful yourself."

"Okay, everything will be fine."

Hanging up the phone of Nanzheng, Zhao Peng smiled helplessly. It seems that the suffering I have to face this time is not small. These haunted killers may appear at any time, and they can't be prevented at all. What should I do?

After thinking for a while, Zhao Peng smiled, stood up, and said to himself, "The soldiers are coming to block, suddenly flooded. I haven't retreated twice, and I'm not afraid to come again."

At this time, someone knocked on the door, and Zhao Peng said, "Come in."

The door opened, and Gao Dashan came in with breakfast and smiled, "Boss, it's breakfast."

Zhao Peng looked at Gao Dashan and said with a smile, "Comrade Gao Dashan, are you quite qualified as a driver?"

"Stop talking nonsense, let's eat." Gao Dashan put breakfast on the table.

Zhao Peng sat down with a smile on his face, looked at soybean milk and deep-fried dough sticks, and said with a smile, "Comrade Gao Dashan, do you need to reimburse the breakfast money?"

"What kind of person do you take my tall mountain? Eat it quickly." Gao Dashan sat down and ate first.

Zhao Peng also picked up the deep-fried dough sticks and ate them.

After breakfast, Zhao Peng stood up and said to Gao Dashan, "Go out for a ride."

"Let's go for a ride so early." Gao Dashan was a little surprised.

"I'm the boss, and I have the final say." After saying that, Zhao Peng went out.

Gao Dashan had no choice but to follow Zhao Peng and leave the office. The two got out of the Dajinpeng seafood bune, got on the red BMW, and drove on the road.

Gao Dashan drove while asking, "Where are you going?"

"Whatever." Zhao Peng looked out of the car and said.

Gao Dashan hesitated for a moment and said, "Dapeng, what's wrong? I'm a little worried about you like this.

"Are you worried about me too?" Zhao Peng asked.

Gao Dashan showed a disdainful look: "I'm actually not worried about you. I'm just worried that if something happens to you, no one will pay me."

Zhao Peng smiled and said, "Don't worry, I, Zhao Sanshao, will be fine."

"But I always feel that you are a little abnormal." Gao Dashan said casually.

"In the past few days, I have been assassinated twice in a row. Is this a big deal?" Zhao Peng said casually.

Gao Dashan looked at Zhao Peng through the rearview mirror and said, "Is it a professional killer?"

"Even if he is not a professional killer, he is also a desperado." Zhao Peng replied.

Gao Dashan pondered for a moment and said, "If it's not a professional killer, I should be able to deal with it."

"Haha, if you can deal with it, just your reaction speed, forget it." Zhao Peng laughed disdainfully.

Gao Dashan did not refute this time. Zhao Peng was right. He was confident that he could deal with ordinary fights and could deal with well-trained killers. He didn't think he had that strength. This is a matter of human life, and he dares not be arrogant.

After a moment of silence, Gao Dashan said, "Dapeng, I think you'd better find a professional bodyguard."

"Professional bodyguard! Where is it?" Zhao Peng asked.

Gao Dashan looked at the time and said, "I'll take you to a martial arts school later. There seems to be a private bodyguard business."

"Can it work?" Zhao Peng is not interested in those flashy martial arts halls.

Gao Dashan thought for a moment and said, "I went to see it. The owner of the museum is very good."

There was nothing I could do. Zhao Peng didn't postpone it and said, "Then go and have a look."

With the passage of time, there are more and more people on the road. Gao Dashan drove the car and drove Zhao Peng aimlessly. Suddenly, Zhao Peng remembered something. He asked, "Dashan, have you taken the ticket?"

"I didn't take the exam. I asked the tyrant to buy one for me." Gao Dashan replied.

When Zhao Peng heard this, he was speechless. It seemed impossible for him to get a driver's license.

"You don't have to worry. I'm familiar with the traffic laws and regulations in the city. There can't be anything wrong." Gao Dashan laughed

At this time, Zhao Peng's phone rang. When he saw that it was a call from Nanzheng, he pressed the answer button.

"Hey."

"Where are you?" The Southern Expedition asked.

"I'm taking a walk." Zhao Peng replied.

"Do you have time? Come to the Royal Martial Arts Museum. Nan Zheng said.

"What are you doing in the martial arts school?" Zhao Peng asked.

"There is a professional bodyguard business here. I want to help you find two bodyguards." Nan Zheng said.

Zhao Peng heard this and said with a smile, "You went to help me find a bodyguard so early."

"Come here." Nan Zheng said.

"Okay, I'll be there in a minute." Zhao Peng replied.

Putting down his mobile phone, Zhao Peng said to Gao Dashan, "Go to the Royal Martial Arts Museum."

"It seems that someone cares about you more than me and walks in front of me." Gao Dashan smiled helplessly.

"Is it also the Royal Martial Arts Museum that you want to take me?" Zhao Peng asked.

"Of course." Gao Dashan said.

"Oc's it, I appreciate you." Zhao Peng laughed.

"It's almost the same." Gao Dashan turned around with a smile.

The Royal Martial Arts Museum is not far from Jiashan Street. It is a three-story old building, which does not match the word royal. However, the limousine parked downstairs shows that the guests of this martial arts hall are people with status.

After getting out of the car, Zhao Peng called Nanzheng. Nanzheng told Zhao Peng that she was waiting for him in the owner's office on the third floor.

As soon as you enter the martial arts school, you can hear the sound of training. The martial arts atmosphere of the martial arts school is still very strong. Zhao Peng and Gao Dashan followed the old stairs to the third floor. When they arrived at the door of the office, Zhao Peng knocked on the door. Soon, the door opened, and Nan Zheng stood in the office and let Zhao Peng and Gao Dashan in.

Entering the office, Zhao Peng saw a man in a silver practice suit. The man is in his forties, with a straight figure, a resolute face and a calm look. He really looks like a master. Nanzheng introduced to Zhao Peng that this man is Huang Qifeng, the owner of the Royal Martial Arts Museum, and he is a Hongquan Taida in China. At the beginning of the opening of the martial arts school, I originally wanted to name it the Huangjia Martial Arts Museum. Later, my friend changed its name to the Royal Martial Arts Museum because his ancestors had been the personal guard of the father of the country.

After listening to the introduction of the Southern Expedition, Zhao Peng had to look at Master Huang Qifeng with new eyes. After getting to know each other, Nan Zheng came to the point and said to Zhao Peng, "Master Huang provides professional bodyguard services here. You can choose two."

Zhao Peng nodded and said, "Okay."

Nan Zheng said to Master Huang, "Master Huang, please help me choose two."

Master Huang said to Zhao Peng, "I don't know what level of bodyguard Boss Zhao wants?"

"The more powerful the better." Zhao Peng laughed.

Master Huang pondered for a moment and said, "I want to know what kind of opposite Boss Zhao is facing."

Zhao Peng pondered with a smile and said, "Well-trained killer."

Master Huang was a little surprised when he heard Zhao Peng's answer. He took a look at the Southern Expedition. Nan Zheng hurriedly said, "Master Huang, don't worry, Zhao Peng is a legitimate businessman. He has offended someone recently, and the other party wants to deal with him."

Master Huang nodded and said, "Well, come with me."

So, the three followed Master Huang to the owner's office and came to the training ground next door. After Master Huang called, three young people in practice clothes soon came. There is a girl in her twenties among the three. Looking at the appearance of the three people, they should be practitioners.

Master Huang said to Zhao Peng, "Boss Zhao, these three are the most professional bodyguards of our martial arts school."

Zhao Peng looked at it and said, "Master Huang, I want to make two moves with the three."