Bug Master In Doomsday

In an elegant wooden wine pavilion on the shore of Canglangmen Island, one after another, drinking, laughing and cursing is quite disturbing. The bustling crowd in front of the wooden building street has long been surprised by this noisy movement, and occasionally there is a wine bowl falling. With the broken sound, they looked up to the second floor and muttered angrily.

On the second floor of the wooden building, the vast and spacious venue is full of wine tables. Hundreds of sturdy-looking or shameless gangsters sit at the same table, line the wine order, and toast with brazen laughter.

There are only one table with some exceptions. In the only box on the second floor, a large round table surrounds a dozen imposing men. Compared to those outside, they look quite quiet, but they muttered with their heads together. There is still a lot of noise.

It is Zhang Nan who sits on this table with Da Ma Jin Dao. His vicissitudes and vicissitudes of life have been deepened by more than half a year of training. Only at certain times will he show his original boldness and righteousness. The style of the arena.

But the group of people in front of them are really unworthy! Zhang Nan thought to himself, and shook his head lightly.

"Brother Zhang, I will meet you, so you can help the younger ones a lot in the future."

The wretched man with a sharp-mouthed monkey gill and a mouse face stood up, arched his back with a smile, respectfully holding the cup and looked at Zhang Nan cautiously. Zhang Nan glanced at him obliquely, but did not stand up, the wine glass in his hand barely Touched him.

"Hey, thank you Brother Zhang, you are free, I did it." The wretched-looking, thin man flushed with excitement, and drank the spirits in his glass extremely happily.

Zhang Nan just nodded slightly, picked up the wine glass and took a sip. This Liu San'er still didn't listen at all.

Other people on the wine table looked at Liu San'er's wretched look, and couldn't help but contempt a few words in their hearts, or the gift Liu San'er gave was generous enough, and there was a beautiful and beautiful sister, this The race also rations Deacon Zhang Nan to lead the toast?

"Ah! I said Liu San'er, I almost sat down, what are we doing all the time?! All the deacons of our Canglangmen were all present. If you don't understand anything, just be quiet. Twitter. Today is Brother Zhang’s promotion banquet. What wine do you toast? Are you qualified for you!"

A sturdy-looking, gangster scar-faced man made no secret of his disdain and contempt. No one in the outside world knows that Liu San'er is incapable of gambling. Not only has he lost all the native products of the family, but it is said The gifts are all the dowry prepared by the dead father for his sister!

"Brother Ying, yes yes." Liu San'er, who was scolded by the **** head, didn't dare to complain, sat down with a sneer on his face, and looked at the other dozens on the side of the dinner table to please. A big shot.

"Okay! Liu San'er, you have a good meal. As for everyone, let's talk about business!" Zhang Nan simply put down the tableware and took out a stick of dry cigarette from the side of his waist. Under the smoky sparks, Zhang Nan's eyes were sharp and gloomy.

The dozen or so deacons sitting at the dinner table looked at Zhang Nan's appearance and felt a little confused. No one was the first to speak.

It was still the man with a scarred face, his rough and arrogant appearance was inconsistent with the carefulness of the image. He looked at the expressions on the faces of the people, and he had a bottom in his heart, and he said without saying:

"Since Brother Zhang has taken office, the two streets under my Wang Wus hand are naturally assigned to Brother Zhang in accordance with the rules, and the Yanlou on Guxing Street is considered a gift from me for Brother Zhang!"