usatvline Chapter 314: A toad marries a fairy, wishful thinking
Chapter 314: A toad marries a fairy, wishful thinking
It seems that the value of what that old man wrote, "Dogs Who Suck Up Will Die," is still increasing.
If you want to be a bootlicker, you must remember that hard work pays off. You can't just lick one person. Instead of putting the initiative in the hands of others, it is better to make the decision yourself.
“…” Qiqi really had nothing to say.
"The question has been answered. Twelve times minus two, so now it's ten times. Do you have any objection?"
Qiqi frowned and said, "I've already told you that I'm doing the best for you, can't you help me?"
"Who do you think is better, you or Yiyibaidaole?" Zhang Lang rolled his eyes. Really, how could there be such a common woman? It's really disgusting.
"This……"
"Your father still has some luck. You see, he was bound to die tonight. The fact that Xiaofu and I suddenly showed up means that your father is not in any serious trouble."
"Really?"
Zhang Lang sighed and said, "Your father is fine despite all the assassins around him. Don't you believe he has a little bit of luck?"
Qiqi thought about it and realized that it was indeed the case. Moreover, it seemed that Zhang Lang had no intention of dealing with his father, otherwise, Ou Yongen's face might not be saved at this moment. He would have killed her to silence her, frying her first and then killing her, a hundred times, a hundred times.
Zhang Lang saw Qiqi suddenly become dazed, and raised his hand to slap her. Qiqi screamed in pain, covered her head, and glared at Zhang Lang angrily.
Zhang Lang straightened his clothes, and feeling very handsome, he lit a cigarette, took a puff, pinched a quarter of the cigarette with his slender fingers, and exhaled lightly: "Huff..."
Then he said, "I forgot to tell you, your father asked me to protect you before you showed up, and I promised him. Now I haven't received the money yet, so you have to follow me for a while."
"You...you actually accepted money from my father. I'm going to report you to the Independent Commission Against Corruption."
"Go, go, I have nothing to say."
"It's so infuriating." Qiqi gasped angrily.
Zhang Lang said nonchalantly, "Since you agreed, I will charge you. You have to pay me whether you protect me or not."
"..."
After Zhang Lang finished speaking, the two of them had unknowingly reached the roadside and stretched out their hands to stop a taxi.
After the car stopped, Zhang Lang looked at Qiqi and frowned, saying, "What are you standing there for? Drive for me."
"Me? Open the car door?" Qiqi stretched out her index finger, looking incredulous.
"What? You want me to open the car door for you?"
"Okay, I'll open it for you."
"Say, Prince, please get in the car."
"Don't go too far, I've tolerated you for a long time!"
"You don't have to tell me, but Xiaofu should be taking your father to the Killer Revenge Foundation at this time." Zhang Lang smiled brightly, making people feel like spring breeze.
“Prince, please get in the car!!!” Qiqi gritted her teeth and spoke word by word.
Zhang Lang: “Say thank you!”
"Thank you."
Only then did Zhang Lang get into the taxi.
Zhang Lang suddenly found that his cell phone was vibrating again.
I took it out and saw a text message.
"Tsukamoto Penthouse."
The driver saw how well Zhang Lang controlled the temperament and decided to learn something from it and try it out when he got home.
After Qiqi got in the car.
Zhang Lang told the driver a place not far from Tsukamoto Penthouse.
The taxi driver in front looked at Zhang Lang with admiration and secretly gave him a thumbs up.
Bro, that’s awesome.
Zhang Lang smiled calmly.
There are some things that men can understand just by looking at them.
For example, if there is a very stunning beauty on the side of the road, you and your brother next to you look at each other and smile, and you will understand what she means.
whee.
Tsukamoto Penthouse.
Revenge Fund manager Changmao was sitting on the ground with a computer in front of him.
Eiji Tsukamoto and his men surrounded Changmao.
"Mr. Tsukamoto, the body you brought here doesn't seem to be a Seraph. You should have heard the phone call just now. The Seraph is coming soon."
Eiji Tsukamoto glanced at his men indifferently. His men lowered their heads and hurriedly said "Hi".
Tsukamoto Eiji put his hands in his pockets and said nonsense: "Mr. Manager, that's not important. I can kill him once more. All you have to do is give me my grandfather's 100 million swords."
The long-haired fund manager still has some professional ethics: "I am the supervisor of this revenge fund. I will not hand over the 100 million dollars until I meet the real Seraph."
"Humph, you Chinese have an old saying, 'A man who knows the current affairs is a hero.' If you were not the supervisor, you would have ceased to exist long ago."
Changmao just curled his lips, lowered his head and ignored his grandson.
On the other side, Xiao Fu, who had just finished sending a text message to Zhang Lang, looked at the shorty who seemed to be hesitant to speak.
"Don't worry, my boss won't let anything happen to you."
The rich man was kind-hearted and considerate, so he took the initiative to comfort the shorty.
"Actually, I was thinking, if you really hand me over, can you give some of the 100 million swords to my daughter?"
"You need to ask my boss about this. I can't answer you."
"I don't know how my daughter is doing now."
"You don't have to worry about this. Your daughter is definitely safer with my boss than with you."
"Is that person really that powerful?"
Xiao Fu smiled at the short winter melon and said, "He is very capable, and he has his own way of doing things. All I have to do is follow his instructions."
The short guy wanted to say something, but when Xiaofu blocked his words, he could only sigh and follow Xiaofu towards Tsukamoto Penthouse.
After Zhang Lang got off the car, his face turned into Sha Ge's.
"Do you still need to put on the mask now?"
"Why not? What's the most important thing when you're out there?"
"I don't understand. Since I already know you, is there any point in you changing now?"
Zhang Lang: "Will you tell anyone?"
Qiqi: "..."
She wanted to tell it, but unfortunately she needed the courage to do so.
Zhang Lang ignored the woman and walked towards Xiaofu.
Several people met.
Zhang Lang: "I originally wanted to wait two days, but in order to avoid any more trouble, let's just get everything done tonight."
"Boss, what should we do?"
"Take him up first. This gun is a toy gun with very realistic sound effects. Find that long-haired fund manager and use this gun to shoot Mr. Yue in front of him..."
Zhang Lang finished speaking and looked at Shorty. Shorty smiled awkwardly and said, "Well, I want to ask, is there a share of the 100 million swords for me?"
"Guess?" Zhang Lang raised the corner of his mouth. The short and fat guy was really like a toad marrying a fairy - it was just wishful thinking.
If it were under normal circumstances, Qiqi would definitely stand up and criticize Zhang Lang.
Zhang Lang knew that the short and fat guy had some ulterior motives when he saw him.
He then conjured up a gun and handed it to Xiao Fu, saying, "Xiao Fu, you should use this real gun."