The young man pushed away Sister Jin who was stunned in his arms, opened his arms and rushed towards Wang Lang excitedly, and stopped before he even arrived in front of Wang Lang.

There was a foot on his belly, Wang Lang's feet.

The young man grinned and said, "Brother, when did you come to Linghe City? Why didn't you tell me in advance if you come? I've been looking for you for a long time."

Wang Lang smiled slightly, "I've been here after wandering around. I've been back for more than a year. Something happened before. I've had half a year of jail. Are you the supreme member of this family?"

The young man waved his hand and was about to say something, but Sister Jin next to him pouted and said with a grievance and coquettish expression, "Husband."

"Get out! Who the hell is your husband?" The young man opened the hand that Sister Jin grabbed.

Wang Lang was happy, and he understood something.

"Mr. Lei." The waiter who had been before ran over and bent down respectfully at the young man next to him.

Wang Lang glanced at the young man, "Is this Dongsheng International yours own?"

The young man grinned, "My dad gave me what I asked me to take care of. Brother, you know, how can I do this? I just come here to play."

Wang Lang nodded and took the supreme card handed over by the waiter.

"Brother, what are you doing here? Are you playing? Brother, you don't say hello to me in advance. I'll tell you, brother, the princesses inside are pretty and tender. Many of them are college students. College life is good. Do you want me to give it to you..."

Wang Lang smiled speechlessly, "I have something else to do when I come here."

The young man laughed and threw the keys of the sports car in his hand to the waiter, "Brother, let's go in and talk."

After entering, the music on the first floor was deafening, and it was a huge dance floor, where men and women, filled with desire, danced their hot bodies freely.

"Brother, let's go to the second floor." The young man led the way in front.

Wang Lang followed behind and walked upwards.

The phone in the pocket rang, and Wang Lang took it out and took a look. There was a message on the screen.

1018.

"Leihua'er." Wang Lang suddenly shouted.

The young man turned around and smiled, "Is there anything wrong with brother?"

"Where is 1018?" Wang Lang asked.

"Tenth Floor, what's wrong with Brother?" Lei Huaer asked.

Wang Lang smiled, "Go to find a friend to do something. Where is your room? I will go to find you after I finish it."

Lei Huaer was stunned for a moment, "What's the matter? Brother, I'll do it for you."

"Just go to the small things explained at home by yourself." Wang Lang smiled.

Lei Huaer said oh, then smiled and said, "Brother, then I'll wait for you on the roof of the 20th floor."

Wang Lang nodded, and the two took the elevator and finally separated on the tenth floor.

After Wang Lang got out of the elevator, he walked towards room 1018 that Lei Huaer said. Unfortunately, he was seen by the metal foreman who had just come out of another private room.

Foreman Jin chuckled, stared at Wang Lang entering the private room and called.

When Wang Lang found 1018, he pushed the door open and entered directly.

A big tall man in black at the door was about to make some moves, Wang Lang raised his hand and punched a knife on the neck of the tall man, and the tall man fell down softly.

The other private rooms were noisy and harsh, but this room was quiet.

The interior is decorated with magnificent magnificent, the huge screen is flickering, the lights are bright but not dazzling, and there is a circle of genuine leather sofas.

There was a coffee table in the middle of the sofa, and there were two password boxes on it. There were two waves of people behind the password box.

Five people per wave.

Wang Lang suddenly broke in and changed his expressions between the two waves.

Wang Lang grinned, sat carelessly between the two waves of people, and smiled at the leaders of the two waves of people, "I'll find someone."

A bald head with Zhongyi tattooed on his head turned his head and looked at the younger brother next to him. The younger brother put his hands around his waist.

"Little brother, have you been looking for the wrong place for someone? We don't have the one you are looking for here." The old goatee opposite the bald man stared at Wang Lang with a local accent.

Wang Lang smiled slightly, reached out and took out a black card from his pocket and placed it on the table.

The dragon pattern on the black card is ferocious and unbearable.

"Longmen Black Card!" The goatee suddenly widened his eyes, shocked.

Wang Lang grinned, "Brother, I'm here to look for Heihong. But I didn't expect you to look for him in front of me. Can I get a team?"

The goatee's old man stood up in panic, "Only, no, let's leave now, little brother, say hello to Sanniang for me after I go back."

The goatee was about to leave with a bunch of people.

"Brother." Wang Lang suddenly shouted.

The goatee shivered all over and slowly stopped, "What else is there to do, little brother?"

Wang Lang patted the password box on the table, "You didn't bring anything."

Goatie breathed a sigh of relief, nodded and bowed, picked up the code box and hurriedly left with the crowd.

Wang Lang picked up the black card, and the bald head next to him slowly placed his hand on the pistol that was pinned on the back of the waist. He stared at Wang Lang, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the bald head was covered with small beads of sweat.

"Heihong? Very awesome. Hei Chihei actually ate the head of the Longmen. The Longmen sent out a black card and asked me to kill you by myself. You said you are a thief in the face." Wang Lang rubbed the black card in his hand.

"You are the Black Dragon King, one of the seven dragon kings of the Dragon Gate...the seven dragon kings?" The bald Hei Hong asked stutteringly.

Wang Lang grinned, "There is someone who knows my name."

"I... can I buy my life with ten million?" Heihong pushed the password box in front of him towards Wang Lang, and then took out a bank card from his pocket.

Wang Lang took the bank card and said, "I want the money too, but the black card has been released. If it doesn't get bloody, wouldn't you be able to say it?"

Heihong's eyes flashed with a fierce look. He pulled out his pistol and was about to explode Wang Lang's head. The little brother behind him pulled out the gun at the same time.

Wang Lang raised his hand slightly and twisted Heihong's wrist. With a bang, the little brother who pulled the gun fell into a pool of blood. Wang Lang pressed his wrist and wiped it, and the gun in Heihong's hand came to Wang Lang like a magic trick.

The black muzzle was pressing against Hei Hong's forehead.

"Even if you have the speed of your hand, you want to kill someone?" Wang Lang smiled jokingly.

Heihong trembled all over and slowly knelt in front of Wang Lang, but one hand behind him made a gesture to the other three younger brothers. Heihong stared at Wang Lang with his eyes tightly, "Dragon King, Dragon King, can you let me go? Please? I know I was wrong."

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three gunshots were heard one after another.

The three little brothers who had just taken out the pistols from the crack in the sofa all fell into a pool of blood.

Wang Lang put the pistol on the table, reached out to pick up the Heika and stared at Heihong.

"I could have let them go, but you didn't give them a chance."

Heihong was about to kill Wang Lang when he saw the opportunity.

Wang Lang pressed the gun with one hand and grabbed Hei Hong's eyebrows with the other hand and patted it gently. Half of the black card was slapped into Hei Hong's eyebrows by Wang Lang. Blood flowed down. Hei Hong fell down powerlessly.

He reached out and pulled out a wet wipe and wiped his hands. Wang Lang grabbed the pistol and was about to get up.
Chapter completed!