Urban Hidden Dragon

Wang Han glanced at Xiang Feng.

"It's really dangerous here. Didn't the girl say that she's only looking for you as a last resort? There's no need for you to try your best to save your life."

Without waiting for Xiang Feng to speak, Xiong Anxin quickly waved his hands and explained, "I do think so in my heart, but I don't mean that on the surface!"

Wang Han spread out his hands, "Look, you little sister are quite honest!"

Xiong Anxin covered his mouth, feeling a little panicked. As soon as he opened his mouth, everything in his heart came out.

Lu Ruotong said unhappily, "Xiao Xiong, I get angry when you say that. My brother Xiang Feng is a little silly, and everyone knows it, but it's your fault to say it out loud! Are you begging for help?"

After saying this, Lu Ruotong also covered her mouth.

I was surprised at how I became like this.

Xiang Feng discovered something was wrong at this time. Others didn't know who the brother-in-law Wenren Xuanhai was talking about, but Xiang Feng knew that it was Wang Han. Wenren Xuanhai didn't react excessively to everyone talking like that, so there was only one truth, which was that this situation was most likely caused by Wang Han.

Wang Han continued, "It's quite dangerous inside, I still don't recommend going in."

He has suffered a psychological trauma just now. Emperor Lao has told Wang Han about the lethality of the deputy captain. He can kill people in a flash. The opponent was obviously warning Wang Han just now. Wang Han doesn't want to go in and get killed.

However, Wang Han was wondering in his heart, didn’t Lao Zhuang say that only after lighting some kind of incense could they contact their ancestor?

Xiong Anxin was about to cry, and quickly explained, "The man who captured my father had his son bribed by me. With him here, we can solve a large part of our problems."

While speaking, Xiong Anxin waved his hand and a man who looked to be in his thirties got out of the car. He was wearing a slim-fitting suit, with a Gucci belt sticking out, and had a hairstyle that looked like an enhanced version of that of a spirited young man.

After coming down, she stamped her feet, shook the watch on her wrist that she bought from Huaqiangbei, and then trotted towards this side with the bag under her arm.

"Boss Xiong! Boss Lu! Boss Xiang! What do you want me to do?"

Xiong Anxin immediately said, "Take us in, are you sure?"

"Don't worry, the lookout in our village is my father. With me here, he will definitely release your master, but..."

Zhuang Zhibing rubbed his fingers.

Xiong Anxin immediately said, "Don't worry, as long as you save my master, I won't give you a penny less."

Xiang Feng suddenly looked at Zhuang Zhibing and said, "How about you go in and check it out first?"

"Boss Xiang, you don't believe me. Fine, I'll go in and check it out first. You just wait for my good news!"

Zhuang Zhibing walked two steps and then returned the same way. He smiled at Xiang Feng and the others and said, "Boss, can you lend me your luxury car? I finally get to go back to the village, so I have to show off in front of the villagers so that everyone knows that I'm doing well out there. My dad will also know that I'm doing well out there. When he sees his son doing so well, he will be so happy that he may let the man go without me saying anything."

As soon as Xiong Anxin turned around, the people from Lingyun Temple immediately gave the car to Zhuang Zhibing. After getting in the car, Zhuang Zhibing touched the steering wheel and slowly drove towards the village.

This grandson drove very slowly. After entering the village, he stopped the car when he met someone, handed them a cigarette and chatted with them.

Zhuang Zhibing finally drove to the foot of the hill where his father lived. The road up was impassable, so he had to honk the horn a few times.

After jumping out of the car, Zhuang Zhibing took two steps and turned back. He opened the trunk and looked inside. He picked out two bottles of good wine and two packs of good cigarettes and muttered, "The guys didn't come in just now. It's obvious that they were afraid that the people in the village would do something to them. They wouldn't say anything if I gave them some cigarettes and wine."

When walking up, we happened to meet a one-armed old man and a group of villagers coming down.

"What are you doing at my house?" Zhuang Zhibing asked with a smile.

Seeing Zhuang Zhibing, the villagers had different expressions. The one-armed old man looked gloomy and asked, "How sick is your father? Why did you come back just now?"

"Uncle Tuozi, you are being rude. I have so many things to do in the company that I can't get away. Do you know how much I have lost just by coming back for a short while? I told my dad to take him to a big hospital in the provincial capital. Can you blame me if he doesn't go?"

The one-armed old man shouted angrily, "You have a shitty company. Everyone in our village knows that you work as a handyman in a bath center in the city. It would be better for you to come back and farm your two acres of land!"

Zhuang Zhibing frowned, feeling embarrassed at being stepped on in front of so many people. "Uncle Tuozi, don't look down on me. See that? Maotai liquor! Zhonghua cigarettes! See that over there? My car! Don't touch me! BMW! The money your son earns as a teacher in the county is not even enough to buy one wheel of my car!"

The one-armed old man's eyes were filled with anger. He said he could do it, but his son couldn't. "My son earns little. He came back immediately when I had a headache or a fever. What's the use of your earning a lot of money? Your father has been lying in bed for half a month, and you, a heartless thing, didn't even take him to the hospital or even call him. No matter how much money you earn, you are still a heartless dog!"

Zhuang Zhibing also got angry at this time, "Why do I need you to tell me, old man? You just need to take care of yourself. You keep bragging all day long. Those who know you say that your son is a teacher, and those who don't know you think that your son is the county magistrate. Your son is so awesome, why didn't he take you to live in the city? Could it be that your daughter-in-law dislikes you? Oh, you are not trying to make an excuse for yourself by saying that you like living in the countryside and don't want to go?"

Lao Tuozi was really irritated by Zhuang Zhibing and pointed at him, "You heartless thing, why do I need you to tell me what's going on? There is no young man in the whole village who is not better than you."

Villagers from the same village quickly separated the two people.

Several people pushed the two people to the sides.

The one-armed old man felt sorry for Lao Zhuang out of respect for him, and in the end he did not say some curse words.

Zhuang Zhibing was pushed towards the top of the mountain by several people, one of whom happened to be the middle-aged man who had just asked Zhuang Zhibing to reveal the secret.

The middle-aged man hugged Zhuang Zhibing and said with a smile, "Sure, Zhibing, you're doing well, you like wine and cigarettes, and you drive a BMW. You should take me with you whenever you want."

Zhuang Zhibing was still angry and nudged the middle-aged man with his elbow, "Get lost, damn it, you made me so angry just after I came back."

The middle-aged man hugged Zhuang Zhibing and touched his chest with one hand. "Calm down, calm down. It would be nice if you had told me in advance when you came back."

Zhuang Zhibing was angry and asked, "When do I need to report to you when I come back?"

"Tsk, how can you not tell good from bad? If you had come back earlier, your father would not have passed the location of the lookout to Lao Tuozi. For this location, each household in the village has to give your father 100 yuan per month, which works out to several thousand yuan a month!"

Hearing this, Zhuang Zhibing stopped.

"What did you say? Fuck that old bastard!"

Zhuang Zhibing rushed to the door of the room in two steps and kicked it open.

Lao Zhuang, who was lying on the bed, was startled. He turned around and saw his son at the door, then he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.

Zhuang Zhibing walked quickly to the bedside and asked, "Why didn't you pass the position to me instead of giving it to that crippled old man?"

outside the village.

Wang Han, with a cigarette in his mouth and his ears perked up, answered the phone.

"What's wrong?"

The person on the other end of the phone was a little speechless.

"Your Holiness, your coronation ceremony is about to take place. Please take some time to attend!"