Chapter 37: Please Call Me Father

"Bang," the door of the Golden Rose Lounge made of pure gold was kicked open by Yunqi's heavy foot, a gap large enough for one person to enter and exit, and the laughter and scolding of Yunqi and Klee reached the ears of everyone in the Golden Rose Lounge from the crack.

"It's him, it's this voice, God, this demon has really returned. ”

"Quick, close the door," Shudi was the first to react when the gentlemen of Verdun complained that the gods had ignored their day-and-night prayers, and that the clouds must not be allowed to enter.

He rushed up, beckoning the security personnel at the door, who were more symbolic than practical, and tried to close the door that Yunqi kicked open, Shudi swore that from today onwards, the Golden Rose Lounge would never open, as long as he inserted the waist-thin stick on the door, and shut Yunqi out of the door today, he swore that he would do it.

Outside the door, Klee looked at Yun Qi with great might, "Boss, your family is a really big family, do you really don't care about your image at all?"

"Image? Tell you, where I am, no matter what I do, they will not be surprised, all this has nothing to do with the image of our family. Yunqi said proudly.

While he was talking to Klee, he suddenly noticed that the door that had been kicked open was closing little by little, and Yunqi hurriedly stepped up, stepping into the door of the Golden Rose Lounge with one foot, blocking the path of Shudy closing the door.

The palm of his hand pressed on the heavy gate made of pure gold, and with a slight force, the gate was slowly pushed open unstoppably, and Yunqi assured that he really didn't use too much strength.

It's just that Shu Di, as a pampered family heir, how can he compare to the strong physique that Yunqi has been honed by Yunxiong and a few elders day and night since he was a child, and the important reason why Yunqi has never suffered losses since he was a child is that he has an unrivaled brute force, beating all the noble children of the entire Verdun from his teens to his thirties.

In the face of Yunqi's brute force, Shudi's dispensable strength is like a sprouted bean sprout, young and crispy, or in other words, in Verdun's food chain, only Yunqi is a man-eating shark from the deep sea, and everyone else is just phytoplankton in the ocean, in front of Yunqi, not even small fish and shrimp.

Those present, no matter who they were, were pressed to the ground by Yunqi and rubbed no less than ten times, and the money bag that could not be found in a single copper that was shriveled in their childhood was a powerful proof of their miserable situation.