How could the blonde girl not know what her fake friend was thinking?
Just take advantage of her powerful brother to slap her in the face hard!
The blonde girl clung to the tattooed man’s arm and acted coquettishly:
"Brother Biao, why don’t you tell them about your glorious deeds!"
The tattooed man, slightly tipsy and thrilled by the blonde girl’s sweet talk, perked up.
He opened a bottle of beer and said with a chuckle:
"Do you know Brother Xiong?"
They shook their heads, only recognizing Brother Xiong’s na as a nickna for so underground boss.
The tattooed man chuckled softly:
"Then have you heard of Brother Lang?"
The curly-haired girl with smokey makeup suddenly recalled sothing and looked at the tattooed man with wide eyes:
"Which Brother Lang, is it the one from Emperor Entertainnt?!"
Mad Wolf is quite famous in the Flight Attendant College of South Sea Civil Aviation University.
A small group of girls from the Flight Attendant College had worked as hostesses, so even as escorts, at Zhu Dajun’s venue.
Girls with such experiences would share so secret gossip with their friends back at school.
Much of that gossip involved the underground world.
In their stories, Mad Wolf was a true underground leader of South Sea!
Even the national idol Song Sizhe, when coming to South Sea, had to pay respects to Mad Wolf.
The tattooed man glanced in surprise at the curly-haired girl with smokey makeup:
"You know quite a bit. Brother Xiong is Brother Lang’s ally, and I’m with Brother Xiong, and I’m in charge of this bar."
The girls’ eyes changed as they looked at the tattooed man again.
Indeed, this tattooed man was soone noteworthy!
The blonde girl beca even more proud, enjoying the envious gazes of her friends, and hugged the tattooed man’s arm with a playful grin:
"We’re all good sisters, my brother is your brother, hehe."
The curly-haired girl with smokey makeup echoed:
"Yeah, we’re all good sisters, unlike that outcast Wang Tingting."
The tattooed man, pleased by the flattery, asked:
"What’s wrong, do you sisters have soone you dislike?
I’ll beat up the n, and for the won, I’ll find soone to deal with them!"
Soon, the girls started chattering about Wang Tingting’s shortcomings.
"You don’t know, brother, Wang Tingting might be pretending to be pure.
Obviously, she works part-ti in a bar, yet she always acts so high and mighty.
Who knows how rotten that bitch is!"
"She’s poor and miserly; every ti we have activities and go out, she doesn’t join us.
It’s no wonder she’s poor, as the saying goes, the stingier you are, the poorer you beco."
The blonde girl suddenly rembered sothing, laughed heartily, and said:
"Just like today, the three of us were going to the bar, but she didn’t want to spend money and didn’t co with us.
She made an excuse about eting so brother, but I saw her heading to a ten-yuan fast food place.
So pretentious, so vain!"
The tattooed man chuckled:
"If you all don’t like her, I’ll find soone to teach her a lesson.
No matter who her brother is, in the South District, I hit whoever I want."
Actually, Wang Tingting had no grudges against these girls.
The main thing was, Wang Tingting was too clean.
Even though she was very poor and had worked in a bar, she remained untainted.
If Wang Tingting wouldn’t join their downfall, then they could only belittle and attack her.
In Crow’s world, purity was a cri.
Just then, the blonde girl suddenly saw sothing, pointed towards the bar entrance by the dance floor, and asked:
"Isn’t that Wang Tingting?
Who’s that guy with her?"
Everyone looked towards the bar entrance, seeing Wang Tingting and the man beside her.
That man exuded a powerful aura, a sense of nobility.
His every move was filled with elegance.
He was out of place in the noisy bar environnt.
Like a regal lion entering a chaotic sheep pen, carrying with him a proud air.
Behind the man, there were four people in suits, seemingly friends, or maybe... bodyguards.
The curly-haired girl with smokey makeup was silent for a mont and then said:
"She really found a brother?
Her brother’s quite handso, so charismatic."
The tattooed man felt a slight loss of face and sneered:
"You can’t eat because soone is handso? What matters in a man is capability!
I’ll call the brothers at the bar entrance to see what they’re doing standing there."
The tattooed man made a call, then sneered at the girls:
"I figured it out.
This bar owes that girl 3,000 yuan in wages.
Her brother ca to collect it.
Those few wearing suits are there to back her up.
Who knows which company they’re from? They are just white-collar workers.
Even after work, not changing clothes, pretending to be from The Matrix?"
The girls exchanged glances.
Damn, that guy’s really handso, wouldn’t it be fun to go on a date with him?
The blonde girl looked at the handso Li Yang, then at Wang Tingting, increasingly jealous and annoyed.
How did that bitch hook up with that pretty boy?
The blonde girl said indifferently:
"Indeed, being handso doesn’t matter.
This is your turf, right brother?
That bitch brought people to cause trouble, and you’re just going to let it go?"
The tattooed man stood up:
"Let go et him, give him a beating for your entertainnt."
The tattooed man wanted to show off his might in front of the girls.
He just took a step forward, but then his heel retracted as if shocked, and he had a look of seeing a ghost on his face.
Several girls followed the tattooed man’s gaze.
A burly middle-aged man, who they didn’t know when he arrived, was nodding and bowing to Wang Tingting’s brother.
A white-haired young man was accompanying him with a smile, while the bar manager stood in dismay.
After a while, the middle-aged man respectfully led Wang Tingting’s brother upstairs.
The white-haired young man slapped the bar manager and, after scolding him, waved dismissively.
Imdiately, two hooligans hired for security dragged the bar manager to the back.
The bar manager struggled for a while and took a beating.
The blonde girl withdrew her gaze, grabbed the tattooed man’s arm, and whispered:
"Brother, what’s wrong?"
The tattooed man muttered:
"The Military Lord, Brother Lang... Damn it!"
The tattooed man collapsed onto the sofa, downed an entire bottle of beer in one go, and looked filled with fear:
"Damn it, damn it, good thing I wasn’t impulsive, that man is a big shot!"
The blonde girl looked puzzled:
"Brother, what is it after all?
What big shot?
Did you see wrong?"
The tattooed man shook his arm off in horror and said sharply:
"Don’t touch !
Wang Tingting’s brother is a big shot!
Crushing is like crushing an ant!
I almost fell for your nonsense!
You almost got killed! Damn it!"
The few girls gasped with disbelief.
The blonde girl’s face turned a shade pale, and she forced an awkward smile:
"You, you’re joking, right? Did you see wrong?"
The tattooed man slamd down another mouthful of beer, trying to calm his nerves, and said:
"Do you know who was nodding and bowing to that man and personally leading him upstairs?"
The few girls shook their heads cluelessly.
The tattooed man said:
"That’s the South Sea Military Lord, Brother Lang’s boss.
See that white-haired one? That’s Brother Lang!"
The blonde girl swallowed hard, filled with disbelief:
"How is this possible?! Could Wang Tingting really be with such a big shot?"
The tattooed man got up, and said in a low voice:
"Of course not, the only possibility is that Wang Tingting is from a wealthy family, experiencing life at your school.
If you ssed with her, just hope she doesn’t hold grudges against you.
I’ve settled the bill, let’s not be in touch after this."
The tattooed man jogged away with a tail-between-the-legs look to the bar door, nodding and bowing to Wang Tingting as a greeting.
Two twin-sisters dressed in suits stopped the tattooed man, standing like two Door Gods.
The tattooed man awkwardly walked away.
The blonde girl swallowed hard again, full of fear:
"W-what do we do?"
...
Rasputin Bar, second floor.
Lilith and Du Yangming stood solemnly outside the office, faces saying "do not disturb", acting as guards.
Inside the office, Li Yang walked behind the desk, sat on the boss chair, and took out a cigarette from his pocket, putting it in his mouth.
Zhu Dajun pulled out a lighter, nervously wanting to light it.
Li Yang coolly lifted his gaze.
Zhu Dajun’s actions froze, and he suddenly knelt on the ground.
How dare he light a cigarette for Death God?
Li Yang lit the cigarette himself.
Smoke curled lightly upwards.
Zhu Dajun’s body, kneeling on the floor, trembled slightly in fear:
"Well, Master, the people below weren’t managed well, they actually, actually...."
Zhu Dajun didn’t dare continue, his body shivered intensely, stumbling over his words.
His fear-filled eyes stared hard at the ground, cold sweat dripping down:
"They dared to offend your people!
This little one, this little one deserves to die ten thousand tis over! Deserves to die ten thousand tis!"
Li Yang spoke softly:
"I believe you handle things ticulously."
Zhu Dajun hurriedly raised his head:
"All the caras in the bar tonight were broken."
His eyes showed a hint of ferocity:
"Tonight, absolutely no one saw you!"
Li Yang chuckled lightly, shaking his head:
"No need.
I called you here for a task.
Hmm... You could call it a mission.
This matter is quite suitable for you to handle."
Zhu Dajun’s expression gradually changed from fear to disbelief.
Could it be... the task from the points system?!
A mission personally issued by Death God, how important! What an honor!
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