A certain Hong Kong hero of the world

“Withdraw from Lian Ying….”

Pu Jun's face was obviously moved, but he still couldn't let go of the club he had been part of for more than ten years.

"Even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about Wang Zijie. He's not young anymore. Is he just living in society every day?"

"Oh, by the way, there's also that noodle shop proprietress of yours. Tsk tsk, that temperament, that figure..."

Wang Zuluo shook his head with some pity. Seeing Pu Jun's face getting darker and darker, Wang Zuluo suddenly changed the subject, looked at Pu Jun sincerely, and said:

"Ajun, don't worry. If you die in Hong Tai's hands because of Lianying, as a good brother, I, Wang Zuluo, will have no obligation to refuse!"

Seeing Wang Zuluo beating his chest loudly, the grudge in Pu Jun's heart had long since disappeared.

This mad dog... Although Wang Zuluo has only met him a few times, the two of them really have the same temperament.

They are obviously two people with different personalities, but I don't know why they are so attracted to each other. They are people in the world... things about the world..., hey, who can tell clearly?

Maybe this is brotherly love...!

"Ajun, don't worry, I, Wang Zuluo, will definitely help you take good care of Amei!"

grass!

Pu Jun almost threw the fried rice in front of him into Mad Dog Luo's face. The emotion he had just felt was like feeding it to the dog!

"You can go with peace of mind and continue to risk your life for Lian Ying who has abandoned you. I admire you as a holy mother from the bottom of my heart..."

"Okay, I'm not mentally ill. As long as you can stand up to Lianying's uncles, I can come over and help you, but I have a little request..."

Pu Jun really couldn't stand the nonsense spoken by Mad Dog Luo across from him, so he could only raise his hand to interrupt.

"any request?"

Wang Zuluo picked up the teapot delivered by the restaurant and filled himself a cup to moisten his throat. I talked too much just now and my mouth is a little dry.

"I want to do a good job!" Pu Jun looked at Wang Zuluo very seriously: "I have been involved in the club for more than ten or twenty years, and I want to live a normal life for the rest of my life."

"Watching the child being born, watching the child go to school, watching the child grow up. I don't want others to see my child, point their noses at him and scold him for having a gangster dad and that he is a bad person!"

The more Pu Jun talked, the more excited he became. If Wang Zuluo hadn't reached out and pressed his shoulder, Pu Jun would have been so moved that he dropped the fried rice plate in his hand to the ground.

"What if Wang Zijie doesn't agree to his mother having a second child?"

Pu Jun was poured cold water over by Wang Zuluo from beginning to end. He looked at the plate in his hand, then at Wang Zuluo's face, and finally put it back on the table resignedly, scooped up a big mouthful and put it in his mouth, chewing hard.

"I'm telling you, if you raise a son, you have to beat him, no matter if you are the stepfather or not. What has become of Wang Zijie? Do you know what he was doing when I caught him and threatened you?"

"He's helping Westerners sell psychedelic drugs. Damn it, what's better if you stick that thing on?"

Wang Zuluo's voice was a little loud, and the man and woman who had just sat down at the table next to him turned their heads and looked over.

The two seemed to have a good rapport, both wearing sunglasses. There was also a baby carrier hanging on the man's chest, with a baby inside.

"Underworld!" "Selling psychedelic drugs!"

The man and woman just came in, heard Wang Zuluo's words, looked at each other, and then looked at Wang Zuluo's table with disgust.

"You see, bad guys are rich now, and good guys have to be like me. They are so poor that they only have 2,000 yuan, but they still have to save money to buy milk powder for their children."

The man teased the baby hanging on his chest and complained to the woman at the table.

"Hey, come to your senses, be careful if your eyes fly over and scare people!"

Seeing that his companion did not respond to him, the man reached out and pushed her: "You are still my prisoner now, don't forget that I am still kidnapping you!"

"What? I'm looking at the lobster and salmon on their table. Let's order some to try. I haven't had them for several days."

The woman wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth. She didn't know whether it was because she saw the handsome boy or the delicious food.

"I told you, I only have two thousand yuan in my body, and I can't afford lobster or salmon. Besides, you just severed ties with your father, do you have any money now?"

The man looked at the woman opposite and pursed his lips, raised his hand to call the waiter, pointed at Wang Zuluo's table, and said: "Two of the same..."

The waiter's eyes immediately lit up. The more expensive the order, the more commission he would get. It would be best to order a more expensive bottle of wine...

"Here are two portions of the same fried rice. By the way, remember to fry it a little dry."

Now even the waiter left holding his tongue. The man shrugged, not feeling embarrassed at all about eating fried rice in a high-end restaurant.

Ten minutes later.

Pu Jun originally thought that what Wang Zuluo ordered was enough for three people, but he didn't expect that the two guys in front of him could eat more than the other.

He only grabbed a piece of salmon, not a piece of lobster, but he ate a lot of oysters.

"Let's go, tidy up when you get back, and then call your old man, Mr. Dinglong, and tell him that you want to come back and follow Wang Zuluo."

Patting Pu Jun on the shoulder, Wang Zuluo threw the napkin he was using to wipe his mouth on the table.

The three of them walked out of the restaurant together and walked to their own sports cars.

Wang Zuluo's car was parked closest, so he opened the door first.

But he stopped midway through the movement because his back was pressed against two guns.

"Don't move!" "Robbery!"

Two slightly trembling voices came from behind.

Wang Zuluo felt the muzzle of the pistol trembling on his back, and he breathed a sigh of relief and asked: "This is your first robbery?"

"How do you know?" "Shut up, it's revealed!"

Wang Zuluo's head was full of black lines, and he raised his hand to stop Aji from drawing the sword.

Turning around, he happened to see the man and woman and a baby who were next to him just now. At this time, the man and woman were pointing guns at him with nervous expressions.

"It's the first time I've seen someone rob someone and take his family with him... Huh?"

Wang Zuluo always felt that this scene was a bit familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

"Don't move, I tell you, guns don't have eyes!"

The man trembled with his hands, and when he saw Wang Zuluo turning around, he took a few steps back nervously.

"Your hands are trembling, your guns are trembling, and your faces are nervous when you speak, tsk tsk."

Wang Zuluo said, unbuttoning his suit jacket, revealing a submachine gun hanging inside.

"Damn it, you bring a submachine gun with you when you go out to dinner with me?!!"

It was Pu Jun who spoke this time. He saw Wang Zuluo being pointed at a gun and ran back to help, but unexpectedly saw Wang Zuluo take out a submachine gun from his suit.

What a fucking thing. He's crazy. He even brings a gun to dinner with him?

"Hey...hey...hey...don't mess around, guns...don't have eyes!"

The man who robbed her was sweating on his head, and the woman next to him was even worse. She rolled her eyes, softened, and fainted from shock.