"Dragon King, this time, you will be as angry as thunder, but what kind of counterattack will you make?" Liu Mang suddenly said quietly, holding the mobile phone he took from the young man from the Black Water Club.
Liu Mang knew very well that as a mysterious and unpredictable Dragon King who always controlled things in the palm of his hand, he would be ashamed and angry after being attacked, so he would launch a counterattack again.
It's just that Liu Mang didn't expect that the Dragon King's counterattack would be extremely terrifying, so terrifying that he almost died.
Outside Zhenhua Group, everyone was silent... Many of them didn't know what the Dragon King represented. However, from Liu Mang's words, one could feel the terrifying identity of the Dragon King.
In fact, everyone felt a depressing atmosphere that the storm was about to come.
Liu Mang is the boss of Mr. Qiu, the overlord of Hai City’s underground world, and his identity is extremely terrifying. And the identity of the person who can be his opponent must be extraordinary.
The scene seemed extremely dull...
Qiu Renkun felt his throat was dry... As one of the overlords of Haishi, he had extraordinary power, but if he faced the talented people like Shangjing Shilong, he would be unable to resist them.
He is clearly the respected Mr. Qiu, but he knows very well that he is just the leader of the Black Society. Facing young people like Shangjing Julong with terrifying identities, he can only bow his head.
However, it was really hard for him to imagine what confidence Liu Mang had to contend with the Dragon King, the leader of the ten dragons.
Dragon King, this is one of the most terrifying young men in Yanxia.
Qiu Renkun was already so frightened, and those in the Black Water Society were even more terrified. They all looked at Liu Mang in horror.
The young man who originally sent the message to the Dragon King had already collapsed on the ground, with a trembling look on his face.
After an unknown amount of time, Qiu Renkun's voice rang out: "Boss, what should we do with these people?"
I saw Qiu Renkun's eyes constantly scanning Xue Yi and the young people from the Black Water Club.
"You have to figure it out yourself!" Liu Mang glanced at the young man and Xue Yi in front of him indifferently, and said coldly.
"Yes, boss!" Qiu Renkun took a deep breath, turned his head and said coldly to the guards in black behind him: "Pull these two people out and chop them!"
"Yes, boss!" Several guards in black responded respectfully and directly dragged the young man and Xue Yi into the car.
... ... .
Liu Mang, on the other hand, walked indifferently to Yang Tong, who looked stunned, and said with a chuckle: "Mr. Yang, do you want to have breakfast?"
"Eat breakfast?" Yang Tong's face turned pale and he almost vomited.
The bloody scene just now still appeared in front of her eyes, and she couldn't eat anything at all.
"What? Mr. Yang is not hungry?" Liu Mang smiled faintly.
"If you want to eat, you can eat it yourself. I'm going to work first!" Yang Tong rolled his eyes at Liu Mang and walked straight towards Zhenhua Group.
Liu Mang frowned: "Don't want to eat? Then forget it, I won't eat either!"
"You won't eat if I don't want to eat?" Yang Tong was a little annoyed.
"You, a big CEO, won't eat it, so I'm too embarrassed to eat it!" Liu Mang joked.
Yang Tong's eyes stagnated slightly, and she glared at Liu Mang... Suddenly, a bright light flashed in her beautiful eyes, and she said playfully: "You can have breakfast with me, but you have to treat me!"
"Are you treating me?" Liu Mang reached into his trouser pocket and took out a few crumpled dollars... Then he shook his head and said, "Oh, I'm afraid I'll lose all my cigarette money today."
"Hmph, I don't care!" Yang Tong snorted and walked in one direction. The moment she passed by Liu Mang, the corners of her beautiful mouth curved into a charming smile.
Liu Mang shook his head and had no choice but to turn around and follow Yang Tong.
When he walked next to Qiu Renkun, Liu Mang called to Qiu Renkun: "Lao Qiu, are you going together?"
"No... I'm not going. I don't want to be a light bulb." Qiu Renkun shook his head fiercely and said with a simple face.
It's hard to imagine that this black sect leader who shocked the underground world of Hai City would have such a cute side.
"Get out!" Liu Mang angrily kicked Qiu Renkun on the butt before leaving.
Looking at Liu Mang's back, Qiu Renkun patted his butt gently and grinned.
As the boss of Haishi's underground world, if others dared to jump on him like this, he would have already let the blood flow into a river. However, this person is Liu Mang. When Liu Mang kicked him, not only did he not feel any anger, but he felt friendly.
Only those who are extremely familiar with this kind of action would dare to do it.
Immediately, he stopped smiling and waved slightly to the guard in black.
In an instant, several guards in black followed.
Liu Mang, who was in front, kept following Yang Tong until he walked for five or six minutes before he saw Yang Tong stop.
Liu Mang looked up and saw...Wang's Sour Soup Noodles!
Sour soup powder
Liu Mang was slightly startled. This big CEO actually eats this kind of specialty vermicelli from the southwest region in the hot summer
He thought Yang Tong would eat something special, but he never expected that he would eat sour soup noodles.
Is this too down-to-earth
Soon, the waiter brought two hot sour soup noodles in small casseroles...
Sour soup noodles are also called clay pot rice because they are cooked in a clay pot. Usually some fresh ingredients such as pork liver, quail eggs, cabbage, lean meat, etc. are put in and cooked with the vermicelli.
The sour soup noodles placed in front of Liu Mang included two quail eggs, some pork liver and pork belly, and a few cabbage leaves.
Looking at the sour soup noodles in front of him, Liu Mang was suddenly stunned. It seems that the sour soup noodles in his hometown Yangshi are also made in this way.
"What's wrong? Aren't you used to eating?" Seeing Liu Mang stunned, Yang Tong asked softly.
"No, I used to eat this kind of sour soup noodles a lot. I just thought of other things." Liu Mang shook his head and said. After saying that, he directly picked up the kuaizi and picked up the vermicelli in the casserole and started eating.
"The taste of hometown!" Liu Mang sighed in his heart as soon as he took a bite.
The familiar recipe and familiar taste are exactly the same as the sour soup noodles in his hometown Yangshi.
Liu Mang looked at the boss who was busy cooking noodles. The boss was a middle-aged woman with a chubby face. Her hands might have turned white because she often touched water. With just one glance, Liu Mang felt that the woman was from Yangshi.
That woman has the edges and corners of a Yangshi person, and the feeling of a Yangshi person... Every move she makes has the shadow of a Yangshi person.
In addition, for some reason, he actually felt that the middle-aged couple gave him an extra sense of familiarity.
"I didn't expect that in a big city like Haishi, I can also eat authentic Yangshi sour soup noodles. It's rare..." After just glancing at the shop owner, Liu Mang withdrew his gaze.
The sour soup noodles are very suitable for the appetite. Not long after, Liu Mang ate all the clay pot rice in front of him, not even the soup was left.
"You... are you so hungry?" Looking at the shiny little casserole in front of Liu Mang, Yang Tong's eyes widened. She had only taken two bites until now, but she didn't expect Liu Mang to finish it directly.
"On the one hand, I'm really hungry, and on the other hand, it's because the noodles are delicious!" Liu Mang smiled softly, then stood up and looked at the noodle collection area.
"Do you still want to have a bowl?" Seeing Liu Mang's action, Yang Tong said.
"Yes!" Liu Mang nodded lightly.
"Well... I... I'm afraid I won't be able to finish the meal. How about I share some with you?" When he said this, Yang Tong's face had a touch of red.
"Isn't this bad?" Liu Mang looked at Yang Tong's casserole bowl with a surprised expression.
Yang Tong pursed his lips slightly: "I can't finish it at all. If I can't finish it, it will be thrown away. It's such a waste. Give it to you."
With that said, without waiting for Liu Mang's consent, he directly picked up the small casserole bowl and poured it into Liu Mang's casserole bowl... In an instant, almost a whole bowl of sour soup powder was poured directly into Liu Mang's bowl.
"Uh!" Liu Mang, who originally stood up and was about to ask the boss to cook another bowl, stopped immediately.
"You... you don't mind it, right?" Yang Tong looked at Liu Mang with his beautiful eyes.
dislike
If I say that I dislike it, wouldn’t you, a beautiful CEO, be very shameless
Liu Mang shook his head, sat down without saying a word, picked up the powder and swallowed it in big gulps.
Seeing Liu Mang eating his powder without any disdain, Yang Tong's lips unknowingly revealed a cunning look.
And while Liu Mang was enjoying the remaining bowl of noodles that Yang Tong had eaten, a group of young people who were not well-dressed walked into the noodle shop arrogantly.
The young people all have perverse and arrogant dyed hair, and various ferocious tattoos on their arms. They are extremely fierce.
"Boss Wang, hurry up and cook us fifteen bowls of sour soup noodles!" A young man said arrogantly, holding a cigarette in his mouth.
The middle-aged woman quickly walked out of the operation room and said cautiously: "Brother Bin, today... there are no fans today."
These people are a bunch of gangsters. They came to her little fan shop to collect protection fees, but she didn't pay them. From then on, he came to her place every day to eat and drink for free. Sometimes there are three or five people, sometimes there are seven or eight people, sometimes there are dozens of people, and today there are fifteen people. She didn't want to give in anymore. Otherwise, sooner or later, her store will be overrun by these gangsters.
"Peng!" As soon as the middle-aged woman finished speaking, the young man with a cigarette in his mouth slapped his hand on the table. The loud sound shocked the diners around him, including Liu Mang.
"Damn it, there are no fans, are these people eating shit?" the cigarette-smoking young man shouted angrily with his eyes wide open.
"Bin...Brother Bin, I really have no fans today. Business is not good during this period, so I don't dare to take more." The middle-aged man said with a pale face.
"Hmph, since you don't have fans, you should have money, right? You should pay the protection fee you owe us." The young man smoking a cigarette snorted coldly, stared at the middle-aged woman and said: "All the fans are sold out , don’t tell me that you don’t have any money?”
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"Bin...Brother Bin, the noodles are sold out, but there is really no money. I only sell a few bowls of noodles every day, and there is no money at all." The middle-aged woman trembled.
The cigarette-smoking young man ignored the middle-aged woman and said to a yellow-haired young man next to him: "Hairy dog, go and see if there is anything in her drawer?"
"Yes, boss!" Huang Mao responded and walked towards the operation room of the pink shop.
"No, don't!" The middle-aged woman's face changed drastically, and she rushed towards the yellow-haired young man hysterically.
"Bang!" Seeing the middle-aged woman rushing towards her, the yellow-haired young man threw it out and hit the middle-aged woman hard on the face.
In an instant, the middle-aged woman fell directly to the ground.
"Liu Wang, these people have gone too far!" In the corner, Yang Tong's face was full of anger.