119: C119 Lord Dragon

C119 Lord Dragon

0"Mr. Chu, what do you need us to do?"

Shen Yue looked at Chu Feng, who was ready to go, and asked worriedly. Bi Yu also had a worried look on her face.

"Don't worry. It's just a few punks. We'll take care of them in minutes."

He gave them a reassuring smile and then left.

"How troublesome! Looks like I have to buy another car."

After Chu Feng went out, he couldn't help but say. Because the car was broken, he could only take a taxi.

"Young man, you want to go here?"

The driver brought Chu Feng to the entrance of the Dihao Bar and looked at Chu Feng in confusion.

"Yeah, brother, what's wrong?"

"Sigh, young man, although this place looks like a bar on the surface, it's definitely not simple. If you really want to go to a bar to play, I'll take you to other places. It's not worse than here."

The driver kindly reminded him, but he didn't dare to say anything. After all, there were some people he could not afford to offend. If not for the fact that Chu Feng was dressed appropriately, that his words were friendly, and that his smile was amiable, he would not have said so much.

"Thank you, elder brother. I'm not here to play."

Chu Feng said with a polite smile, then walked to the Dihao Bar. Although the bar was brightly lit today, there were two big men standing at the door, looking like strangers.

Chu Feng didn't care about this and directly walked in. The two of them looked at each other and didn't say anything.

The metal music inside was bombarding everything. There were all kinds of girls on the dance floor, dancing a sexy dance. It was incomparably beautiful.

Below the stage, there were all kinds of people, twisting their bodies like a group of demons dancing.

And there were all kinds of bar counters filled with men and women, playing very happily.

Chu Feng frowned and did not appreciate these. He was here to find someone.

"Do you know where Biao is?"

Chu Feng pulled a waiter and asked loudly.

The waiter looked at him strangely and said, "I don't know."

He turned around and left. Someone like his cousin. That was something he could come into contact with. It was naturally better to have one less thing than one more thing.

Chu Feng asked a few questions in a row, but none of them answered. This made Chu Feng feel very awkward. Chu Feng, on the other hand, didn't drink here. He just asked around about the dragon head. Naturally, he had attracted the attention of others.

On the second floor, in a luxurious private room, there were seven or eight beauties sitting around two people. One of them was Hee Hubiao.

The other person looked to be in his thirties. He was holding a beautiful woman in one hand, and his big hand was moving around. He was drinking the wine that another beautiful woman handed over with the other hand.

"Lord Long, I'm quite satisfied with the arrangement this time!"

Hee Hubiao, who was standing at the side, smiled apologetically. He said to the middle-aged man who had grabbed Big Bear with his big hand.

"Disgusting!" The woman twisted her body and slapped this young man's devil claw.

"Hahaha, you're right."

Lord Dragon laughed loudly and squeezed a few times with all his strength. Only then did he look at Hee Hubiao.

"Little Hu, you're not bad, you're very suitable for me."

"Then, did Lord Dragon come here with some kind of explanation from the boss?"

Hee Hubiao saw that Master Dragon was in a good mood, so he asked with a smile. This Master Dragon's name was Zhang Loong. He was an extraordinary figure. Even his boss, Master Qin, was very polite to him.

Not for anything else. It was because he was a martial artist.

Although ordinary people rarely knew about martial artists, as one of Godfather Qin's capable generals, Hee Hubiao naturally knew a thing or two about them.

This kind of person had already surpassed ordinary people. Ordinary people would probably be killed with a single punch in front of him.

As for Lord Qin, the reason why he was able to rank in the Jin Ling, which was so big, was all because of this Lord Dragon in front of him.

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