Godly Dragon Guard

When they got home, the two didn't talk any more, and each took a bath and went to sleep.

When he woke up the next day, Shen Lang let out a suffocating breath and stretched his body.

Su Ruoxue happened to go downstairs, wearing an OL uniform, drawing a charming curve. Her eyes were red, and it was obvious that she didn't sleep well last night.

Shen Lang happened to be out of the bedroom, and said hello to Su Ruoxue: "It's still early, you can go to bed later."

"You control me, don't get in the way." Su Ruoxue snorted, turned sideways, and walked into the bathroom.

A big man at home, she is still a little uncomfortable.

Shen Lang also didn't bother to find it boring. After the two of them washed up, they went to the company one after another.

The First People's Hospital of Huahai City.

In a ward.

Zhang Wenzhi lay on the hospital bed, his face black like the bottom of a pot.

He was so overwhelmed by Shen Lang yesterday that he was diagnosed with severe alcoholism after being sent to the hospital, and he almost had a problem with his head.

Fortunately, the doctor tried his best to rescue him, and he did not leave any sequelae.

Although the alcohol in the body has been removed, Zhang Wenzhi is still dizzy and can't get out of bed.

"Shen Lang, Lao Tzu*!" Zhang Wenzhi yelled, his expression grim.

He originally wanted to make Shen Lang make a fool of herself in front of Su Ruoxue, but instead he turned into a laughing stock.

Zhang Wenzhi was almost crazy. He had never seen such ugliness before. His hatred for Shen Lang rose to a certain level, and he wanted to stab that little white face with a single knife!

"Boss, you are looking for me." The door of the ward was pushed open, and a man in a suit walked forward and said respectfully to Zhang Wenzhi.

"Have you checked the identity of the kid named Shen Lang?" Zhang Wenzhi asked quickly.

"It is clear that the kid is the new public relations manager of Lingya International Fashion Company, or he was hired yesterday." The man in the suit said immediately.

"Public Relations Manager?" Zhang Wenzhi was taken aback, then showed a violent look: "Damn, Su Ruoxue pretended to be innocent with Lao Tzu before, didn't she secretly raise her little white face. You call this Shen Lang for me now. The kid caught him, I want to teach him a lesson!"

"Yes, boss."

When we got downstairs in Lingya International Building, it was only seven o'clock, and Su Ruoxue was used to coming to the company so early.

"Hello, President Su!" As soon as he walked through the door, the two security guards greeted him first.

Su Ruoxue nodded.

"Hello, President Su!"

Along the way, a group of staff greeted Su Ruoxue with a formal expression.

A group of well-dressed women, who are usually very high-spirited management class, can't help lowering their heads when they see Su Ruoxue, nodding and bowing, with a formal expression.

As the president, Su Ruoxue's aura is still very amazing. In the hearts of the staff of Lingya Group, Su Ruoxue is the goddess, with a tough attitude, decisive behavior, and very business acumen, and is an object of worship and respect by the staff.

Su Ruoxue got on the elevator, reached the top floor, and walked into the president's office as usual.

About ten minutes later, Shen Lang also took a taxi to the company. Shen Lang just started to work, and he hoped to be paid, because after this, he almost ran out of money for taxis.

Just as he got out of the taxi and walked towards the company building, a large van screamed and stopped by the road.

A glimmer of cold light flashed in Shen Lang's eyes. As a top killer's insight, he clearly felt a sense of hostility, and he was being watched.

Sure enough, the van door opened, and five muscular men in black vests walked out immediately.

"Boy, are you Shen Lang?" The headed bald hunk pointed at Shen Lang, showing his fierceness.

"Brother Meng, that's this kid!" a muscular man approached and said.

Shen Lang said nonchalantly, "I am Shen Lang, what are you looking for?"

The bald man named Brother Meng stepped forward and smiled grimly at Shen Lang: "Boy, come with us."

Unconsciously, Shen Lang was a little funny, and said calmly, "Why let me go with you?"

"Boy, if you don't want to get a fist, I still advise you to be obedient!" Brother Meng roared.

Shen Lang sneered: "Really? Haha, in fact, I'm still reasonable, and I don't want to make a fist unless I have a last resort."

"Don't pretend, because your fists are not hard enough."

Shen Lang grinned: "Wrong, because if I raise my fist, I will...be out of control."

As soon as the voice fell, those hunks were stunned.

The people on the mixed channel are basically those with big nerves, fighting and hacking people are particularly sluggish, but the culture is not good, so they are slower than others in language understanding.

What does this kid mean, his fists are harder than them?

After thinking it over clearly, Brother Meng couldn't help but sigh, this educated person pretended to be different.

Brother Meng hurriedly remembered this way of pretending to be in his mind, thinking that he could use it later.

"Oh, boy, you are very good at pretending, but I will soon make you a silly girl!" Brother Meng laughed, and told the younger brothers next to him: "First give this kid a hard hit , Grab it and take it away!"

A few muscular hunks gathered around unkindly, with a weird smile from their mouths.

One of the muscular men slapped Shen Lang directly and slapped him in the face.

Shen Lang was expressionless, his eyes swiftly grabbed the man's fist and pulled.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, the man's arm was directly torn off by Shen Lang, and his mouth screamed like a ghost crying wolf.

"Fuck him!" Another muscular man flew and kicked Shen Lang's waist hard.

Shen Lang didn't bother to hide.

"Boom!" A muffled sound.

The buddy who kicked Shen Lang took a deep breath, and the huge pain from his leg almost made him fall.

He felt that Shen Lang's waist was almost as hard as a rock!

"Damn, is this still a human?" The buddy was dumbfounded.

Shen Lang stepped forward slowly, punching straight and hitting the bridge of the man's nose.

With a "pop", the man had a nosebleed and fainted directly.

"Trash, **** him!" Brother Meng roared with hatred of iron and steel.

Unfortunately, in less than half a minute, Shen Lang easily solved the five brawny men and clapped their hands, as simple as eating and drinking.

"Fuck, how is this possible?"

Brother Meng has a numb scalp, is this kid too good?

After Shen Lang knocked down these gangsters, he stepped closer to the lead Meng Ge.

Although Brother Meng didn't have a high IQ, he knew that it was unlikely that he wanted to run, and it was too embarrassing, he could only fight.

He didn't believe that this kid was so good.

"Die to Lao Tzu!"

A trace of fierceness flashed in Brother Meng's eyes, and he raised a hammer-like fist and slammed it at Shen Lang's head.