Female President's Personal Guard

Chapter 3
Zhao Long walked around casually with Wang Zicheng, and finally returned to Wang Zicheng's stall to eat.

Zhao Lanhua looked at Zhao Long with some resentment, if Zhao Long hadn't come here today, Wang Zicheng would not have dared to turn against her.

"Did my coming back break your peaceful life?" Zhao Long asked.

Wang Zicheng quickly shook his head and said, "Brother Long, don't say that, it's Lanhua who is not sensible, no matter what time it is, you will always be my big brother."

Zhao Long smiled and did not speak again.

At about eight o'clock in the evening, in the large living room on the second floor of Fumantang, five tables of people were eating and drinking there. The noise was so loud that the entire Fumantang could hear their voices.

At the front round table, Liu Hu and others were also sitting there, and beside him was a woman named He Yan.

He Yan's dress is sexy, with phoenix eyes and willow-leaf eyebrows, and every movement and movement reveals a smoldering smell.

"Brother Hu, it's already eight o'clock, you said Zhao Long won't come, right?" He Yan said delicately with one arm on Liu Hu's shoulder.

"That's right, this doesn't take the boss seriously. Who does he think he is?"

"Boss, don't wait for him, and eat with your brothers."

Liu Hu shook his head and said, "If you don't know him well, he will definitely come."

Just as he finished speaking, the door of the room suddenly opened, and two people appeared there, it was Zhao Long and Wang Zicheng.

The moment he opened the door, Zhao Long frowned.

The room was messy, it wasn't a banquet to celebrate his release from prison, it was a gang gathering.

The room gradually fell silent, and everyone turned to look at Zhao Long and the two of them.

The screen freezes at this moment.

Three seconds later, Liu Hu was the first to react, stood up and laughed, "Zhao Long, you are finally back."

He came over and hugged Zhao Long vigorously, and glanced at Wang Zicheng in the wheelchair inadvertently.

Wang Zicheng didn't dare to look at him, so he quickly lowered his head.

"It's good to come back, we will fight the world together in the future." Liu Hu let go of Zhao Long, then patted him on the shoulder and said.

"Brother Hu, long time no see." Zhao Long said calmly, his expression looked somewhat indifferent, which made Liu Hu feel embarrassed.

"Everyone is quiet." Liu Hu yelled: "Let me introduce you, this is Zhao Long whom I have often mentioned to you, all called Brother Long."

"Brother Long!"

The voice was a little sluggish, and some people sneered, their eyes full of contempt.

Zhao Long looked around, most of them were unfamiliar faces, and there were a few familiar faces, but they all lowered their heads and pretended not to see them.

"Okay, I've already introduced you, come and sit here." Liu Hu returned to his seat directly after speaking.

"Come on guys, let's keep drinking."

"Waste time, where did we just say?"

The other people also resumed the lively scene again, no one paid any attention to Zhao Long and the two, and there were five tables on the scene, and there was not a single vacant seat.

Wang Zicheng was a little embarrassed sitting in the wheelchair. He looked up at Zhao Long and didn't know what to do.

Zhao Long strode to Liu Hu's side, then patted one of them on the shoulder and said, "Get out of the way."

This person's name is Deng Wanli, and he is Liu Hu's right-hand man.

Deng Wanli snorted coldly, and said with contempt: "This is my position."

"Not anymore." Zhao Long said indifferently.

Deng Wanli stood up abruptly with wide eyes, clenched his fists and was about to make a move.

Liu Hu waved his hand to signal him to get out of the way, and then said with a chuckle: "Zhao Long is my former brother. Today is mainly to celebrate his release from prison and let him sit beside me."

Deng Wanli snorted coldly, then walked away angrily.

Zhao Long sat down without hesitation, then turned to look at the people around him and said, "Get out of the way, too."

The man glanced at Liu Hu, and after getting Liu Hu's consent, he also stood up and walked aside.

Wang Zicheng got Zhao Long's instruction, and then came to sit beside Zhao Long. He seemed very afraid that Liu Hu would keep his head down and not speak.

"Brother, I have suffered for the past three years. Come, brother, I will toast you." Liu Hu said enthusiastically, holding up the cup.

Zhao Long picked up the cup and killed it without saying a word.

When Liu Hu saw Zhao Long like this, his eyes turned cold, and then he also drank the wine in the glass.

Zhao Long stood up and tore two chicken legs, put one in Wang Zicheng's bowl, and devoured the other one there.

"Brother Chao, look at Zhao Long's scumbag, it's like he hasn't eaten chicken in eight lifetimes." One of them said contemptuously.

Huang Mao glanced at Zhao Long casually, and said with a sneer: "If you stay in prison for a long time, you will be a waste when you come out."

"He doesn't seem to give the boss face." The man said.

Huang Mao chuckled lightly and said, "Look at me."

Holding the wine glass, he came behind Zhao Long.

"Brother Long, you just got out of prison today, my little brother toasts you." Huang Mao yelled.

He patted Zhao Long's shoulder vigorously with his hand, trying to give Zhao Long a bad start.

But just when his hand touched Zhao Long's shoulder, a sudden shock force acted on his hand, and he couldn't help but took two steps back, his right hand went numb.

Liu Hu thought that Huang Mao hadn't stood still, so he turned his head and gave him a glare.

Huang Mao couldn't tell because he was suffering, and he didn't know what happened just now.

And Zhao Long still gnawed on the chicken leg as if he didn't hear it, and even took a napkin and put it in front of Wang Zicheng, saying: "Don't just look, eat."

Wang Zicheng felt as if he was sitting on pins and needles, he could feel the contemptuous gazes from around him, but luckily Zhao Long was by his side, otherwise he couldn't stand the atmosphere.

Seeing Zhao Long, Huang Mao ignored him at all, his face was ugly, and then he put the wine glass on the table forcefully and said: "Brother Long, this is not good, you are not giving brother face."

The people at the five tables stopped making noise and turned their heads to look. Most of the people looked like they didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement.

They know Huangmao's virtues, this kid is the one who only makes money and doesn't lose money.

What's more, Liu Hu sat there without saying a word, obviously acquiescing to Huang Mao's behavior.

And Zhao Long was still eating the chicken legs with relish, and he didn't pay attention to the yellow hair at all.

Huang Mao lost face and gritted his teeth angrily. He looked at Liu Hu, only to see Liu Hu sipping the red wine carefully, without looking at him at all.

He knew that Liu Hu was hinting at him, and he could handle everything, so there was no need to ask.

Huang Mao snorted coldly, picked up the wine glass and wanted to splash it on Zhao Long's face, but now that all the brothers were watching, he couldn't bear it anymore.

Wang Zicheng on the side quickly grabbed Huang Mao's wrist.

"What are you doing?" Wang Zicheng stared.

"Cripple, let go." Huangmao yelled.

At this time, Zhao Long had finished eating the chicken legs, he added some oil to his fingers, and then stood up slowly.

"Brother Long, don't be impulsive." Wang Zicheng pulled Zhao Long's trouser leg and said.

Zhao Long ignored him, but turned around and wiped all the oil on Huang Mao's body, saying: "What are you?"

(End of this chapter)