On the right side of the lobby on the first floor of the main villa, the spacious dining table was filled with a rich breakfast, with Chinese and Western flavors. Zhou Zhifeng, who was refreshed, glanced at the upstairs, then smiled with a cigar, "It's strange to say that Tang Huaizheng's son, named Tang Zhun, has become a good player?"

"I just called Zhanmin. He and Xiao Zheng are still fainting now. After suffering a slight concussion, they stayed in the hospital for observation. It should be fine. Just forget about Zhanmin. Xiao Zheng is a bodyguard and a professional. He was also slapped and knocked out with a slap."

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He was awakened by his grandson's phone call while asleep in the morning. He wanted to ask Daheng Yang to send someone to pick him up, so he naturally couldn't sleep. A tycoon got up earlier and practiced health boxing in the backyard of the villa very early. Now this breakfast is also arranged by the same person, but he is washing it. As a guest, Zhou Zhifeng should not be anxious.

Just now, on the way back, Zhou Hao called again and asked about Song Zhanmin's situation.

Zhou Zhifeng was full of surprise when he said this, and always felt it was unreasonable. It was a bit strange for ordinary people like Tang Zhun to become a calligrapher, but it was logically not unexplained. He was not a big calligrapher, but he was just a rookie, and it was only for people to appreciate if he created a new font faction.

But a good guy who can easily beat an elite bodyguard to unconsciously behave? This is incredible.

At least in the information he has investigated, Tang Zhun shouldn't have that kind of skill.

But now he didn't think much about it, just talked curiously. Song Ru's pretty face sank after careful makeup and grabbed a knife and fork and dismembered a bun. Zhou Zhifeng laughed when he saw it. Song Ru glared at him in shame, "That's my biological brother. I was knocked out like this. Aren't you angry?"

"What's the point of being angry with a junior? Besides, even if he becomes very capable and has good skills, modern society is just a inferior person. You feel uncomfortable, just go back and clean up." Zhou Zhifeng laughed, and his laughter was interrupted and continued, "But for the sake of the old man Tang Huaizheng, don't be too cruel. It's not okay to beat the disabled or useless. It's a trivial matter to clean up and stay in the detention center for a few months."

Song Ru was surprised and coquettishly picked up a bite of carefully pickled pickled vegetables and handed them in the rice porridge.

Zhou Zhifeng didn't eat, but when laughter sounded upstairs, he stood up and looked back. On the stairs on the second floor, an old man in Tang suit with a strong and energetic step down. He was tall and tall, and his temperament was not angry.

This is Yang Yuan, the leader of Xinggongtang, who ruled the underground world by the huge satellite city of Los Angeles.

Yang Yuan smiled and waved, walked to the dining table and sat down, greeted Zhou Zhifeng and said with a smile, "Mr. Zhou, why didn't your grandson come with you? The United States seems good, but it is actually very messy. If something happens, it is not as easy as in China."

The Zhou family in China has an amazing influence, not only wealth but also connections, but in Los Angeles? Yang Yuan is just an emerging gang. The tycoon of satellite cities in the Los Angeles urban agglomeration is not very influential in real Los Angeles.

It is natural for ordinary people to travel, but everything is hard to say in the middle of the night. Zhou Hao asked someone to pick people up on the street at 7 o'clock in the morning, and he must have arrived yesterday.

"Ha, the surname Yang, you won't think I'll cause trouble for you, right?" Zhou Zhifeng continued with a smile, his tone very casually, and Yang Yuan laughed too.

After a while, a few people had not started breakfast, a young man with a swollen waist ran into the hall and ran to Yang Yuan to whisper.

Yang Yuan looked at Zhou Zhifeng in surprise and smiled, "The people from the Zhou family don't need to search."

"But Mr. Zhou, your grandson is good at bodyguards, which scared us gang members."

Zhou Zhifeng frowned slightly in the laughter, turned around and looked out. At this moment, they could see the situation at the front entrance of the villa.

Outside the front door, Jiang Chenguang was walking with Zhou Hao and Tang Zhun with a faint face. Zhou Hao was fine, his face was calm and steady, but his appearance was very ordinary. Tang Zhun was over two meters tall, with explosive muscles, and his face was steep and sharp, with clear edges and corners. His temperament was really intimidating.

Zhou Hao, who was 1.8 meters tall, was much shorter than his side, like a child, and he was also such a terrifying and prominent appearance. Even if Zhou Zhifeng saw Tang Zhun's photo, he did not recognize that this was Tang Huaizheng's son.

He had to recognize that there was a ghost.

Zhou Zhifeng was stunned for a moment and hurriedly said, "Don't break the rules. If you need to search, search. This big man... I don't even remember it?"

After saying that, before Yang Yuan said anything, he asked the outsider, "Zhou Hao, stop and search for his lower body."

Of course, there is no need to search for a grandson, but a stranger looks so terrifying, and he doesn't know what the other party is called. Yang Yuan is a black tycoon, and gangsters and revenge fights are not just a joke, and it is even more cruel than what is performed in many films and TV shows.

Outside the gate, Jiang Chenguang and two other men in suits also moved their bodies, stopping Tang Chunshi. Yang Yuan stopped talking and commented on Zhou Zhifeng's grandson with a smile.

However, as soon as he said that, Tang Zhun stretched out his hand, easily separated the two men in suits, and walked into the living room with big strides.

"stop?!"

"Don't move! Otherwise, don't blame us for being polite!"

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Jiang Chenguang and other men in suits were shocked. After standing firm, they spoke quickly. The other two directly touched their backs.

However, this change did not make Zhou Zhifeng and Yang Yuan look at all. Both old men remained silent and looked at Tang Zhun calmly.

Tang Zhun stopped, looked at Zhou Zhifeng and stared at Yang Yuan, and smiled, "Are you the master of this place? Some words may not work, but I still want to ask, I am here today to find Zhou Zhifeng, personal grudges, can you not interfere?"

Zhou Zhifeng was stunned. He did not continue to pay attention to Tang Zhun in surprise, but just stared at Zhou Hao, with more confusion in his eyes.

"Young man, so uneducated?! How did your parents educate you? Have you ever said to respect the elderly and love the young?" Song Ru, who was sitting beside Zhou Zhifeng, changed her pretty face, and her beautiful eyes were as sharp as a knife. She could gain much more power than Zhou Jiakai in the Zhou family today, not just beautiful.

Yang Yuan also smiled, glanced at her side and said, "It seems that we are all wrong. Are your grandson being held hostage?"

Zhou Hao's face remained unchanged now, and his body stood straight, but there was indeed a look of fear in his eyes.

"Chenguang, your observation ability is too poor. You can take it back without even distinguishing yourself?" After looking at Jiang Chenguang standing behind Tang Zhun, he spoke calmly, waved his hand as if he was sending a flies, "Tell him how to be a human being!"

Jiang Chenguang's face turned red, and his body quickly turned to Tang Zhun's two steps in front. He took a deep breath and put on a boxing stance. His eyes were shining and he was also excited, "Remember, I am Jiang Chenguang, I practice..."

Tang Zhun slapped it out and slapped Jiang Chenguang on the head. The rest of his words came to an abrupt end. He knelt on the ground and threw himself down again, not knowing life and death.

After doing this, he shook his head helplessly, "Is it useless? I have no grudges and I have no grudges. I really don't want to drag you into the water."

"Good skills!" Faced with Tang Zhun's helplessness, Yang Yuan was not surprised but happy and even applauded.

The young man in suit who had run in to inform the information before suddenly walked out, took off his clothes while walking, took off his gun and threw it out. His eyes were full of fighting spirit, "No, I'll knock the morning light out with one move? Although he is still young, you are very good."

"Come on, don't think that you can have brute force, I will let you know today..."

He was walking four meters away from Tang Zhun. Tang Zhun took one step and almost shrank into an inch, and slapped him again. The young man who was talking nonsense had the same posture and kneeling down with the same efficiency, and was not awake.
Chapter completed!