The others also looked at Zhuge Liuyun in confusion, revealing a strange smile. The price was like a bargain. The members of the Martin Gang were too cheap. They all wanted to know why Zhuge Liuyun had offered such a low price.
The corners of Zhuge Liuyun's mouth curled up into a smile. "My decision isn't because I really want Martin Luther to pay the ransom. On the contrary, I hope that he won't part with the money."
The surrounding people were even more astonished as they stared at Zhuge Liuyun without blinking.
"Why? What's your plan? "Jiang Cheng leaned forward slightly and immediately asked.
Zhuge Liuyun smiled as he picked up a teacup from the table. He brought it close to his mouth and took a sip to moisten his throat. Only then did he unhurriedly say, "I don't have a plan. After all, plans can't keep up with changes. However, if you were to say that it's an intention, there is a bit of it." After a pause, he continued, "Ten thousand dollars is such a cheap ransom price. If Martin Luther still doesn't want to part with the ransom, what do you think will happen?"
The people around him had a thoughtful look on their faces.
Zhuge Liuyun continued, "That's right. At that time, these captured black people will definitely be bitterly disappointed! Not only them, but the loyalty of the other members of the Martin Gang will also be affected. Taking advantage of their internal turmoil and uncertainty, it will be Tagore's turn to appear. At that time, with his previous prestige among the black people, the support of our Lung Hing Society, and the great victory just now, as long as we publicize it well, many members of the Martin Gang will immediately leave the Martin Gang and join our Lung Hing Society's Blackbat Hall! "
After Zhuge Liuyun's analysis, everyone's thoughts became clear. They couldn't help but praise the wonderful plan. As the ancient people said, attacking the city is the worst, attacking the heart is the best. This was a very wonderful psychological tactic!
"Good, good!" Jiang Cheng nodded with an admiring smile and said, "Let's do as you say, Zhuge. But I'm worried that Martin Luther won't be fooled."
"No, there's an 80% chance that he will!" Zhuge Liuyun said with a meaningful smile.
"Why are you so confident?" Jiang Cheng asked.
Zhuge Liuyun did not answer Jiang Cheng's question. Instead, he asked, "Cheng Ge, if it weren't for Tagore, what would you have done with these black captives?"
Jiang Cheng frowned, thought for a moment, and said, "If it weren't for Tagore's Blackbat Hall, there's an 80% chance that we would have to let these black people go. After all, there are more than 200 of them. Even if they were all seriously injured, let alone killed, it would be a big news. At that time, we would inevitably be noticed by the higher-ups of the French police. They might even suppress our Lung Hing Society."
"Exactly!" Zhuge Liuyun nodded. "So, Martin Luther knows that we will definitely let him go, and he won't dare to hit him hard. In this case, will he still pay the ransom obediently? As long as he waits for a while and we let them go, the other black people's stupid brains might even praise the gang leader for his amazing foresight! "
Jiang Cheng suddenly understood. What Zhuge Liuyun wanted to seize was the moment when Martin Luther refused to pay. When the black people were sad and shaken, letting Tagore appear would immediately destroy Martin Luther's plan. He would never have thought that the Lung Hing Society had such a trump card!
"Okay, I'll leave this matter to you, Zhuge. I wish you success in advance!" Jiang Cheng smiled and stood up, raising his glass to Zhuge Liuyun.
Zhuge Liuyun hurriedly stood up and raised his glass to welcome him. "Thank you, Cheng Ge, for your congratulations. I will do my best to strive for success."
"Cheers!"
Dang!
While Jiang Cheng and Zhuge Liuyun were talking, their glasses gently bumped against each other. Then they each put the glass close to their mouth and drank to their heart's content!
"Come on, let's drink together. Today's meal will be a celebration feast for the Lung Hing Society. At the same time, it will also be a toast for the successful implementation of the Zhuge Plan!" Jiang Cheng smiled and said loudly to the others.
Everyone stood up and raised their glasses to toast Zhuge Liuyun.
Jing Long grabbed the bottle and said to Zhuge Liuyun, "Brother Zhuge, come, let me help you fill up your glass!"
Zhuge Liuyun smiled and handed the glass to Lin Fan.
After the glass was filled.
"Brother Zhuge, I wish you success in advance!" Lin Yu smiled and raised his glass to Zhuge Liuyun.
"Brother Zhuge, I also wish you success!" Wang Jie said with a smile.
"Me too!" Zhao Hai raised his glass.
Dang! Everyone's glasses bumped against each other at the center of the table, making a crisp sound. Then everyone raised their glasses and drank together.
Putting down their glasses, everyone's face was slightly red. It was not because of the wine, but because of their passion.
…
After the meal, everyone left the Chinese Cuisine Restaurant. Before leaving, the owner of the restaurant politely gave several bottles of wine to Jiang Cheng. Jiang Cheng smiled and declined, but he did not expect that Jing Long, who was sitting next to him, would take the bottles of expensive wine and laugh.
Back at the Longxing Jeet Kune Do Dojo, Jiang Cheng had a peaceful night and was resting quietly. Zhuge Liuyun, on the other hand, was extremely busy. He immediately drove back and forth to Rhode Street with a few of his brothers, planning how to plot against Martin Luther. During this process, they also had to discuss closely with Tagore. After all, he was more familiar with the internal situation of the African people.
The next morning, Jiang Cheng practiced martial arts outside the door again. He stretched his body and breathed in the cool, fresh air. This time, he did not practice any swift and violent military boxing. Instead, he practiced a set of Tai Chi Eight Trigram Palm that combined strength and gentleness.
The Ba Gua Zhang that Jiang Cheng used was a frontal attack palm art. It was different from those palm arts that pursued physical fitness and defense. Jiang Cheng's moves were big and powerful. His movements were sometimes fast and sometimes slow. When he was slow, he was like a weak willow in the wind, soft and soothing. When he was fast, he was like a thunderbolt, powerful and swift! He fought alone in the small square in front of the Lung Hing Jeet Kune Do Hall!
"Bam, bam, bam …" When his movements were fast, his sleeves created a strong gust of wind, producing a series of rapid strikes. Just by listening to the sound, even an ordinary person would wail in pain, let alone punches and kicks.
His movements were as smooth as flowing water. Even though it was a fierce attack, it was full of beauty! Not only that, when he was practicing boxing, Jiang Cheng was also practicing his Qi. His breathing was as deep as a mountain. He inhaled slowly and exhaled quickly. Together with the rhythm of his breathing, he determined the sequence of his punches and kicks. Everything was so orderly!
Although there was only one person practicing boxing in the open square, it was not as shocking as when there were so many people. However, Jiang Cheng's smooth and powerful movements made people feel a different kind of worship and admiration. His movements were natural, beautiful and powerful!
"Clap, clap, clap, clap …" Someone next to him clapped excitedly. The rhythm was fast and loud.
"Ha!" Jiang Cheng made his last move. At the same time, he spat out a wisp of white gas from his mouth.
After finishing the last move, Jiang Cheng stood up, closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. He completed the Qigong steps of the cultivation method. Then, he opened his eyes and wiped the sweat on his forehead. Although the temperature outside was very low, only a few degrees, after a set of fifteen minutes of Tai Chi Fist, he was still sweating all over. Sweating was a good thing. Qi and blood filled every part of the body, proving that the blood vessels in the whole body were unobstructed.
After finishing, Jiang Cheng was ready to turn around to look at the person who clapped behind him. But before he could turn around, someone suddenly hugged him from behind.
Jiang Cheng couldn't help but be stunned. Then, he lowered his head and looked at the super white hands hugging his waist. A trace of realization appeared on his face. This pair of hands was as white as cream. Even among the Caucasian people, it was extremely rare. It was so white that it was a little pale and bloodless. It looked very delicate and weak. Coupled with the small and slender hands, it was almost obvious that this pair of hands belonged to Alice!
"Hehe ~ ~, Big Brother Jiang Cheng, your performance of China Kungfu is really good!" Alice hugged Jiang Cheng from behind and leaned her face on his back as she said with a smile.
Jiang Cheng was only wearing an unlined shirt. As Alice leaned on his back and spoke, the gentle vibration and heat made his back feel numb. His heart also trembled slightly. Then, he smiled bitterly and gently patted Alice's hand and said, "Alice, don't be like this. It's easy to cause misunderstandings."
Alice said that his performance of China Kungfu was very good. Sigh, this was what a layman would say. It seemed gentle and graceful, but it contained killing moves. It was a martial art that could kill people. It was not for others to see.
"Will cause misunderstandings? What misunderstanding? Don't people who like each other do this? "Alice asked doubtfully.
"Ah?" Jiang Cheng almost thought that he had heard it wrong. He thought about it several times in his mind and felt that the situation was a bit wrong. He knew that Alice liked him, but when did he express his feelings or do anything to make Alice feel that he also liked her?
Facing such a beautiful girl like Alice, if Jiang Cheng did not have any feelings and fantasies in his heart, then he was not a man. However, his fantasies and reality were separated by thousands of miles. Even if he said that he loved Alice, it was definitely a kind of affection that a brother had for his sister.
Perhaps he should make it clear to Alice that there was no possibility of progress in the relationship between men and women. Jiang Cheng frowned and thought.
Jiang Cheng gently patted Alice's hand and asked her to let go. Only then did Alice slowly let go.
Jiang Cheng turned around and faced Alice with a smile on his face. He gently reminded her, "Alice, it's cold today. You have to pay attention to your body. Your body … seems to be very afraid of the cold."
"En en." Alice nodded. She smiled and pulled out a pendant from her chest. She grabbed it in her hand and shook it at Jiang Cheng, "It will be fine in the future. With this thing, as long as you feel uncomfortable, you can take the medicine in advance, and there will be no problem."
This was a delicate pink heart-shaped pendant. It was very beautiful. There was a fiery red ribbon on the top of the pendant. It was hanging around Alice's neck. Listening to her words, this pendant seemed to be a container that contained life-saving medicine. It was really a good idea to make this thing into a pendant and hang it on her chest. She would not be afraid of losing it.
"That's good." Jiang Cheng smiled and nodded. He touched the back of his head and said with a slightly red face, "Alice, we are not boyfriend and girlfriend. You are my sister. In the future, don't do that kind of thing again. It's not good to let others see it."
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