Super son-in-law of a beautiful president

Just went out.

"Where are you going, Brother Lu?"

The neighbor Xia Li, who was about to use the key to unlock the lock, turned around and asked.

Lu Ping prevaricated: "Go out to do some small things, you just came back from dinner? Didn't you pack it this time?"

Xia Li nodded: "Last time I kindly packed a few dishes, but you don't want them, so I still pack them?"

"It was...a special situation last time." Lu Ping couldn't explain.

Xia Li looked contemptuous: "What a special situation, you just despise it!"

"Whatever you think." Lu Ping asked, "Your Manager Ma didn't bother you again, did he?"

Xia Li shook her head: "Not only did he not, he also respects me in the company. Now that your neighbor and I are in the company, my status and prestige have greatly increased. And... our boss still wants to mention me as a manager."

Lu Ping asked back: "Your boss also wants to rule you secretly?"

"He dares!" Xia Li raised the corner of her mouth: "I have a very powerful neighbor, would I be afraid of him?"

"It's true." Lu Ping agreed.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Lu Ping went downstairs.

The heat wave was rolling in the neighborhood, and many grandpas and aunts were sitting on the mats and fanning themselves.

The security guard Song Ping was wearing a uniform, chatting with them in the middle.

"Uncle Zhao, do you know that there is a brother in our community who is very powerful. I have seen with my own eyes that many people with tattoos come to him to learn from him. You’ve seen that guy before, right? You two live on the same floor, you’re so handsome and kind, and that guy is so nice... See, that Mercedes belongs to him! Hey, brother, brother, what are you doing here? , when will you teach me to practice lung capacity?"

Song Ping looked at the Mercedes-Benz test drive that had just started, and waved his hands.

Lu Ping honked the horn at him, and then drove away quickly.

"This kid is on guard, talking nonsense all the time. He doesn't have a fever." An old man stepped forward and touched Song Ping's forehead.

Song Ping stomped anxiously: "What I said is true, why don't you believe it?"

……

Brilliant time KTV club.

This clubhouse is located at the junction of Wangdong District and Shizhong District.

The scale is neither big nor small, and the decoration style is quite satisfactory.

But Yu Zhen, the owner of this KTV, was once well-known in the world.

It is said that this Yu Zhen once learned martial arts in Shaolin Temple. He was originally a lay disciple, but later he also shaved his head.

Some people say it's because of hair loss, while others say it's to show domineering.

All in all, the opinions vary.

Although Yu Zhen's place is not big, it has survived through more than a dozen accidents, large and small, and has not changed hands. It is also because of Yu Zhen's kung fu and his illustrious reputation on the road.

A few years ago, even Xiao Dingshan coveted this romantic time and wanted to keep it as his own.

For this reason, Xiao Dingshan used both soft and hard methods, and exhausted all means.

But in the end, he still failed to crack this hard bone, and had no choice but to make a covenant of non-interference with Yu Zhen.

From then on, no one dared to make any plans for Yu Zhen's clubhouse.

Near ten o'clock.

Chu Fengyong was blindfolded in a pedicure shop next to him and brought to this club.

When he was taken away, he was still wearing the Monkey King costume.

In a certain box, it was eerily quiet.

But Chu Fengyong felt a cold breath.

A bald man in his early forties sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and looked up at Chu Fengyong.

This person has neutral skin, with two curved wrinkles on his forehead, long and thick brows, a large mouth with thick lips, and a black mole the size of a bean grain above his lip, with a root hair on the mole that goes straight to his nostrils.

The two men escorting Chu Fengyong stood on both sides without saying a word.

There were several wads of brand-new banknotes on the table.

"Is it done?" the bald brother asked with a gloomy expression.

Chu Fengyong's tone was a little unsteady: "Kill...kill it, kill...life with one knife."

Although he was blindfolded and couldn't see the appearance of the speaker, Chu Fengyong felt an indescribable sense of fear when he heard his voice.

"The ear was cut off?" The bald head glanced at the plastic bag in Chu Fengyong's hand: "Don't fool me, I recognize the man's ear, and there is a mole on his earlobe. Both ears have it. Although Very small."

Chu Fengyong shook his hands guiltily: "No... no, I don't dare to deceive you, this... it's in this bag."

The bald head urged: "Open it and have a look."

Chu Fengyong did not dare to open it for a long time, with trembling hands and trembling heart.

In order to cooperate with Lu Ping in this scene, after thinking twice, he pinched an ear with flour at home, and when it came out, it would reveal his secrets!

Why isn't the one surnamed Lu here yet?

"I didn't hear that, the boss asked you to open it!" A subordinate stepped forward and patted the back of his head.

Chu Fengyong picked up the plastic bag tremblingly and unbuttoned it.

The bald head stared carefully, without blinking.

In the plastic bag, is a ball of paper.

Chu Fengyong carefully opened the paper ball, which was still inside.

In such a time-delaying manner, it opened to the fourth floor.

Still a ball of paper!

The bald head was in a hurry, took a bottle of beer from the table, and slammed it on the ground: "CNM, Russian set of paper, what is this? Layer after layer! Open it again, why don't I chop it up first?" about you!"

Chu Fengyong shivered in fear, and said falteringly: "Ma... Ma... It will be there soon, it will be..."

One of his subordinates stuck a dagger to his face, urging: "Be quicker!"

In full view, the last layer of paper was opened.

Chu Fengyong was about to cry, why hasn't that great god come yet, this is almost frightening to death.

"It's an ear, it's an ear!" The subordinate put away the knife and took the paper bag, but he always felt that something was wrong, so he reached out and touched it, and his face turned green with fright: "It's rotten, it's deformed, everything Poke a hole, soft."

The bald head cursed: "It's such a hot day, don't you know how to freeze it in the refrigerator? Let me have a look!"

The subordinate handed over the paper bag.

It's broken, it's broken, Chu Fengyong mourned silently in shock.

The light in the box was a bit dim, and the bald man took the paper bag and didn't look at it directly, but sniffed it with his nose, and his expression changed immediately: "No, it doesn't smell bad."

He just looked down and touched it with his hand.

"It's fake, it's so fake! It's made of dough, it looks like it!" The deceived bald man crumpled the ear wrapped in the paper into a ball, and threw it towards Chu Fengyong.

Just dropped it into his mouth.

"Swallow it for me!" The bald head took out a sharp knife from his waist, and stared at Chu Fengyong coldly, with blood in his eyes: "Do an experiment, in half an hour, I will cut open your belly to see how it digests How is it?"

Chu Fengyong was terrified, and was about to kneel down and beg for mercy.

But he felt a hand supporting his arm in time, very powerful.

Immediately afterwards, the black cloth on his face was torn away.

After Chu Fengyong dazzled for a while, he found a person standing beside him.It's him?
Lu Ping smiled at him: "Wukong, I didn't expect that your face sculpture is quite realistic. I learned it before, or do I learn it now?"

"Now... learn now." Chu Fengyong looked surprised: "You... when did you come in, I... why didn't I feel that someone came in..."

Lu Ping emphasized: "I've been in this room all this time, I came in one step earlier than you."

"You...you...you delivered yourself to the door?" The bald head was startled at first, then changed back to a calm expression, and raised his hand at one of his subordinates: "Go to the bathroom and have a look."

After the subordinate went in and took a look, he came back with a look of horror and said, "Da Jinzi was dried up inside."

"Don't make such a fuss!" The bald head sneered, and looked at Lu Ping: "Live! You must have seen Lu Ping! It's not easy to stay under my nose for so long without making a fuss!"

Chu Fengyong rubbed his eyes and looked at the bald head in front of him, and suddenly exclaimed: "You are...you are Yu Zhen?"

The bald head reached out and touched the top of his head: "Oh, you know me?"

Chu Fengyong's scalp tingled with fright, and his voice trembled: "You...you have such obvious...obvious features, how could I not recognize them? You...two years ago you led someone to fight with Xiao Dingshan, and you also crippled both of them brother……"

"You know that too?" Lu Ping turned his head and glanced at Chu Fengyong.

Chu Fengyong explained: "I... I just pay attention, I love to pay attention to things in the world..."

"Xiao Dingshan is just a paper tiger. In front of me, Yu Zhen, he can't raise his tail." Yu Zhen blew on the sharp knife in his hand, and looked at Lu Ping calmly: "You are not bad, you destroyed Xiao Dingshan by yourself. , is a corner."

"What?" Chu Fengyong was shocked again: "You...you abolished Xiao Dingshan? Then...that is a very powerful...a big boss, really you abolished it?"

Lu Ping nodded: "That's right, but he asked for it!"

"Oh my God!" Chu Fengyong looked at Yu Zhen with a flustered face: "You, you...he is such a powerful person, you...you let me kill him like a showman? Brother, what do you think? Yes!"

"You are a great sage!" Yu Zhen tutted his tongue: "I have seen your performance, and you can do dozens of somersaults in one breath. It's easy to see that you are a master."

Chu Fengyong cried and said with a mournful face: "That's all ostentation, do you understand ostentation? Actual combat is...just a matter of time."

"Don't worry, I'll kill the goblin you can't kill. Then, I'll kill you." Yu Zhen said, and took two steps forward, the top of his scratched head was even more frighteningly bright.

Lu Ping thought about it in his heart, and looked at Yu Zhen: "I have a grudge against you?"

Yu Zhen shook his head: "No enmity, no resentment."

Lu Ping asked again: "Is there a conflict of interest?"

"Not at all. They have nothing to do with each other, and they don't affect each other." Yu Zhen continued to shake his head.

Lu Ping frowned: "Then why did you hire a murderer to kill me?"

"Kill for fun." Yu Zhen licked the tip of the knife with his tongue, and said with a smirk: "This is purely a personal preference, just like a butcher likes to kill pigs, and a fisherman likes to kill fish, the reason is the same Yes. As for whether to kill with your own hands or let someone else do it, it all depends on your mood. It’s better to decide who to kill, just write a bunch of names and draw lots.”

"Nonsense! This is not the answer I want!" Lu Ping emphasized.

Yu Zhen shrugged his brows, put the short knife in front of his eyes, and observed inch by inch: "Then what answer do you want? But, even if you know, is it useful? Anyway, tonight, you will... die... nothing ……suspect!"

His look was intoxicated.

It's like admiring a work of art.