The candlelight shone red, reflecting the originally dark room and Jing Beier's fair face.

"Happy birthday, Belle." Xiao Feng took out the flowers from behind, handed them to her, and sent his birthday wishes.

Jing Beier held the flowers and smiled happily: "Thank you brother, haha."

"Little girl, make a wish to blow the candle." Xiao Feng said softly at the smiling face beside the candlelight.

Jing Beier smiled happily. It has been more than four years since he has not celebrated his birthday with him. This year, he is back.

The candlelight goes out and the light comes on.

"Belle, tell me, what wish did you make? See if I can help you realize it." Xiao Feng touched Jing Beier's head pamperedly.

Jing Beier shook her head mischievously: "If you don't tell you, it won't work."

"Belle doesn't want any handsome guy. Make a wish to get married as soon as possible." Xiao Feng joked.

Jing Beier's pretty face turned red and her nose wrinkled: "I don't want to get married, I want to accompany my grandfather."

Mr. Jing looked at his granddaughter with a smile on his face: "You, hehe, I don't need you to accompany me, the old coffin."

Jing Beier picked up the knife on the table and smiled happily: "Grandpa, brother, I'm going to cut the cake." After that, he cut it down.

Xiao Feng looked at the cake handed over and was about to take it, but he found that the delicate jade hand holding the cake shook suddenly and dodged his hand. A small plate of cake was patted on his face.

"Well." Xiao Feng's face was full of cream, but he screamed in surprise. Belle's speed was so fast, one level longer than four years ago.

"Hehe." Jing Beier saw that he hit Xiao Feng, and couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckled. Before the laughter was over, a ball of cake flew over and blocked her mouth.

"Little girl, dare to pat me with the cake, hum." Xiao Feng wiped the cake on his face and smiled proudly.

"Brother, you bully people." Jing Beier pouted, and her face was full of cake and her helpless eyes looked particularly pitiful.

Mr. Jing looked at the two of them and sighed in his heart, but his face was filled with joy: "Look at you two, you are both adults, why are they still like children?"

The birthday party ended with laughter and joy, and Jing Beier began to clean up the table. Xiao Feng wanted to help, but she refused gorgeously.

"Afeng, let's talk to you." Old Jing looked at Xiao Feng with a smile, and after whispering, he turned around and walked towards his room.

Xiao Feng looked at Old Jing's back, frowned slightly, and then quickly followed.

"Sit." When I arrived at the room, Old Jing pointed to the chair next to me and sat down slowly.

Xiao Feng nodded and sat on the chair: "Old guy, what's the matter?"

"Boy, you are responsible for Watanabe Saburo's affairs, right?" Old Kuchai gently knocked on the table with his fingers.

Xiao Feng suddenly realized in his heart that the old guy was looking for him because of this matter. "Well, what's wrong?"

"Today, Mr. Zhu and Mr. Wen called me, and they told me that if necessary, I would like to help you." Mr. Jing said lightly.

Mr. Zhu, Mr. Wen, and Xiao Feng were shocked. Mr. Jing knew these two. However, when he thought of Mr. Jing's identity, he became a little surprised. It seemed that everything was as he guessed.

"Don't worry, old man, I will solve this matter." Xiao Feng smiled, "I won't bother you. If you keep flashing your waist, I'll be a sinner."

When Mr. Jing heard this, his face, which was originally calm, couldn't help but twist and cursed, "You don't have to be proud of me now. I promise you will come and beg me."

"OK, let's talk about it then. Old guy, tell me what your true identity is." Xiao Feng couldn't help but be curious.

Old Jing's eyes flashed and he said with a smile: "Didn't I tell you yesterday?"

"Uh, I want to know your exact identity. After all, Mr. Zhu and Mr. Wen can't just call people casually." Xiao Feng looked at Mr. Jing with contempt. This old man had been playing with him for twenty years in mystery. Damn it!

Mr. Jing shook his head and smiled and said, "Boy, I can't say this. However, there are two people who can tell you my identity."

"Who?" Xiao Feng asked hurriedly.

"Old Zhu and Old Wen." Old Jing smiled like an old fox.

Xiao Feng stared at Mr. Jing, and after a long time he spit out two words: "Damn it!"

"Is there no news from the poker?" Old Jing hid his smile and returned to his serious expression.

Xiao Feng nodded: "Well, Hongtao A has never called me again, and the identity of the king is even more unaware of." After thinking about it, he took out his cell phone and broadcast the phone in front of Mr. Jing.

"Wow, A Spade, why did you remember to call me?" A Spear A's voice came out clearly through the receiver.

Xiao Feng curled his lips: "Hongtao A, what did I ask you to investigate? How did you do that?"

"What's the matter?" Hong Tao A was full of doubts.

Xiao Feng was furious: "Damn it, of course it's the matter of Saburo Watanabe, your mind is in the water?"

"Oh, remember, haha, Spade A, don't be angry, I'm going to tease you. Watanabe Saburo will come to Jiuquan City in three days and officially implement his plan on the 27th. As for whether he is the real leader, he can't find out."

Xiao Feng narrowed his eyes and looked at Mr. Jing: "Have that American buyer found out?"

"I'm sorry to tell you that there is no news except to find out that he is a man."

Xiao Feng was completely angry when he heard this very beating voice: "Damn, where is his residence address?"

"USA."

"..." Xiao Feng was speechless, cursed for a few words, and hung up the phone.

Mr. Jing was a little stunned: "Is this the poker Red A, which is called 'blood killing' by the outside world?"

Xiao Feng nodded helplessly: "Well, it's him."

"Uh, why do I feel like he is more like a gangster or a scoundrel?"

Xiao Feng shook his head: "Haha, he is indeed a scoundrel. Mr. Jing, you heard all his words just now?"

Mr. Jing nodded: "Time is very tight. How are you preparing for Xiao Wang in the seventh game?"

Xiao Feng thought that Lao Wang might be lying on Chunchun and twitching hard, and couldn't help but tremble and said vaguely: "Well, it should be almost done."

"Remember, no matter what, you must solve this problem." Mr. Jing said seriously.

Xiao Feng was silent: "I just don't know what kind of experiment Watanabe Saburo is going to conduct! Could it be a bacterial weapon from World War II? This is impossible."

"If this is the case, I can tell you. A medicine that can make people feel depressed and even commit suicide is colorless and odorless, permeable and radiation-sensitive." Old Jing said with a serious expression.

"Drug? Permeability? Radiation? I'll rub it, there are such medicines?" Xiao Feng was stunned and asked in surprise.

Mr. Jing sighed: "There are all kinds of wonders in the world. There are so many things you don't know." He hesitated in his heart, and finally spoke slowly: "Your physical problems are also caused by a drug."

"It's not because I was injured?" Xiao Feng didn't show too much and asked calmly.

Mr. Jing looked at Xiao Feng: "Every country will have its own means. In addition to nuclear bombs and other superficial things, there are many unknown things behind the scenes. According to my guess, your physical condition may be caused by some British drug. This drug will gradually decrease the strength and agility of people, causing smog and other poisonous effects."

"What's the last one?"

Mr. Jing forced a smile: "In the end, he became an ordinary person."

Xiao Feng also smiled, nodded, and did not ask any more. Ordinary people? Humph, it is probably a luxury to become an ordinary person in the end. But since Mr. Jing couldn't bear to say it, he naturally wouldn't ask.

"Afeng, don't feel stressed. It is said that Beijing already has anti-toxic serum for this drug, and I'm already in touch." Old Jing patted Xiao Feng's shoulder.

Xiao Feng nodded: "Haha, don't worry, old guy, I'm fine."

"Brother, what are you talking about?" Jing Beier pushed open the door and walked in.

Xiao Feng stood up with a smile and touched Jing Beier's hair: "Little girl, grandpa and I are chatting. What kind of boyfriend should I find for you, haha."

"Hmph, do you just want me to get married?" Jing Beier frowned and was unhappy.

Xiao Feng blew her little nose: "Haha, Belle, I still have something to do there, I'll go back first."

"You're leaving now?" Jing Beier was a little reluctant.

"Silly girl, I'm in Jiuquan now. You want to see me. I promise to be on call, okay?"

"real?"

Xiao Feng nodded: "Of course." After saying that, he turned to look at Mr. Jing: "Old guy, I'll leave first."

Mr. Jing stood up and patted Xiao Feng: "Afeng, call me any time if you have something to do."

"Well, I understand, let's go first." Xiao Feng finished speaking and left the room.

"I'll give you my gift, brother." Jing Beier hurriedly followed and kept sending Xiao Feng out of the door.
Chapter completed!