"Mr. Wang Zheng, I've kept you waiting." At this time, the middle-aged man walked out of the elevator quickly and came to Wang Zheng's side, but although he used honorifics, there was no respect on his cold face.

"Soon, soon, only half an hour." Wang Zheng squinted his eyes and looked at this man, he was close to forty years old, black and thin, but Wang Zheng felt a trace of danger from his body, which was a feeling that even the new dragon scale member Li Jianlun just now could not bring to Wang Zheng.

He's a master!

Zhi Qianfeng understands that the man in front of him who does not have a little master breath is a bull fork character who can abolish Li Jianlun with one move, although Zhi Qianfeng thinks very highly of himself, but he doesn't think he can do it to the point where he is, if he is against Li Jianlun, it will take at least five minutes to determine the winner.

However, in the eyes of the forward, in the application of some means, this Wang Zheng is absolutely incomparable with himself, so he dared to say something like "I'll throw him out, or scrap a few parts" just now.

If you have strength, you can be more confident, and that's true.

"There are 30 million in this card, which is the prize you won, Mr. Wang Zheng, and the initial password is 123456, you can check it now." Zhi Qianfeng handed the bank card to Wang Zheng and said.

"You don't need to check, I can trust you, two million suddenly became thirty million, this black fist is really profitable, I want to invest in one." After Wang Zheng finished speaking, he put the card in his jacket pocket, and then continued to sit back next to Han Xingye with a smile, and crossed Erlang's legs.

Seeing this, the forward frowned slightly.

"Mr. Wang Zheng, what are you ......" The striker thought that Wang Zheng was going to take the money and leave, but he didn't expect the latter to sit back on the sofa after getting off the card, without the slightest intention of leaving, which made the striker very unhappy.

"Oh, you want to ask me why I'm not leaving, are you?" Wang Zheng laughed, pointed to a striker and said, "Do you treat me as a stupid fork?" After a fight in vain here, and with Su Tianran, you boss has no responsibility? Besides, if you make me wait for so long, shouldn't you compensate me for a little mental damage? He is just a hooligan pervert and a scoundrel, how can there be a good thing in the world to watch the excitement for free? ”

Zhi Qianfeng really wants to spray Wang Zheng with a mouthful of old phlegm, Ya, you have a feud with Su Tianran, that's your own business, and you didn't just make a feud today, you have a fart relationship with us?

However, since Wang Zheng said this, he still had to listen.

"I don't believe your boss is so inauthentic, even though he is already very inauthentic." Wang Zheng pouted: "But people at least have to have a bottom line." ”

"You *** don't have a bottom line." The striker thought to himself: "There is no discipline yet. ”

Han Xingye hugged Wang Zheng's arm and smiled sweetly: "You have no bottom line." ”

Wang Zheng smiled proudly, thinking to himself, how cheap he is.

Zhi Qianfeng hesitated, took out another bank card in his pocket, and said: "Mr. Wang Zheng, there is one million in this card, so we should be regarded as apologizing to Mr. Wang Zheng." ”

"You apologized to me then?" Wang Zheng took the card and said, "I've never seen someone apologize so reasonably." Just a million, what shall you do to beg for food? ”

Zhi Qianfeng's face turned cold, and there was a hint of impatience in his words: "I don't know what you want to do with Mr. Wang Zheng?" What exactly do we need to do to make you happy? ”

"Let your boss come out and see me." Wang Zheng said: "I want to ask him why he didn't come out to fight, and watched Su Tianran and I lose both." ”

The striker is not weak in language at all: "First, our boss is not at home, and second, you and Su Tianran are not both defeated, I'm afraid you haven't even hurt a single hair, why talk about losing both?" ”

"Don't use the first and second ones with me, I hate it when people talk to me in such a tone." Wang Zheng squinted his eyes and said, "I'm still the same sentence, if your boss doesn't come out, I won't leave." ”

"Then you can spend the night here." The striker sneered and turned to leave.

At this time, Wang Zheng picked up the phone, dialed a number, and said, "Hey, Minghao, borrow me two hundred brothers, I have to smash the field." ”

The forward glared at Wang Zheng angrily: "Don't go too far!" ”

"You guys played me first." Wang Zheng is very depressed, why are there always so many people who feel so good about themselves now?

"Amano Bar, you bring someone over yourself." After Wang Zheng finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

The forward glared at Wang Zheng angrily, his fist clenched but then released, obviously, he forcibly suppressed the idea of doing something to Wang Zheng.

"Half an hour, if your boss doesn't come out again, I'll find someone to smash this place." Wang Zheng said coldly: "In the capital, I don't have anyone I can't afford to mess with." ”

"Then we'll see." Coldly dropping a sentence, the striker turned around and walked out.

Wang Zheng spread his hands at the waiters who were already scared stupid, and said: "Look, I'm right, your boss doesn't care about your life or death at all, if you want to leave, there is no future with such a boss." ”

"Wang Shao, aren't you making it difficult for me?" At this time, the elevator door opened again, and out of it came a person that Wang Zheng had never guessed.

Yes, Wang Zheng has speculated about the owner behind this bar, but he only ruled out this person.

"Young Master Chu, you are hiding so deeply." Looking at the visitor, the corners of Wang Zheng's mouth curled slightly, evoking a playful smile.

The person who came was none other than Chu Zhaonan, one of the several princes in the capital and ranked second only to Su Tianran, the second young master of the Chu family!

Wang Zheng never expected that the behind-the-scenes boss of this black boxing bar would be Chu Zhaonan!

Even a man who looks so polite on the surface has such a wild gene in his bones, it seems that there is really nothing impossible in this world.

"What, surprised?" Chu Zhaonan smiled bitterly and said, "Wang Shao, why are you doing this, I just wanted to find a place to see the boxing, but you had to force me to show up." ”

Although Chu Zhaonan is the behind-the-scenes boss of this black boxing bar, he has never disclosed this layer of identity in the circle, nor has he publicly appeared here, if the outside world knows that Chu Zhaonan, a business wizard who seems to have always been polite and polite, will actually create a black boxing market similar to the underworld in the capital, then I am afraid it will have an extremely bad impact on his image and the image of the entire Chu family.

Wang Zheng also smiled: "Actually, I still have self-knowledge, if you don't want to show up, even if I smash this place, I can't force you out." ”

Chu Zhaonan still smiled bitterly: "I know, with Wang Shao's means, as long as you want to dig deeper, then you will definitely be able to find me." ”

"Am I that good?" Wang Zheng touched his nose: "I can get such praise from Chu Dashao." ”

"Of course, they all said that Wang Shao was a dog skin plaster, and it was okay not to be pasted, if it was pasted, as long as you wanted to tear it off, it would definitely have to stick to a layer of skin." Chu Zhaonan laughed.