He Has a Dragon

"Father, will there be any disputes between the guests who are coming later and the pretty boy?" Mike Zhao asked, looking at Zhao Quanhui standing in front.

After a pause, Mike Zhao quickly added: "The grudge between the Undertaker and the Pretty Face has passed for a long time, not to mention that the Undertaker later invited a martial arts master named Lu Xuan to challenge the Pretty Face. No matter the victory or defeat, it was considered a complete victory. It’s over, aren’t you still willing to accept it?”

As he asked, Mike Zhao suddenly felt something in his heart, his face changed slightly, showing a look of surprise, and he said softly: "Is it possible that this guest came here because the fat hunchback was killed?"

Zhao Quanhui glanced at Mike Zhao calmly, then turned his back to his son, hummed, and replied: "There will be more than one guest coming later, including people from the Undertaker's sect and a fat hunchback." The brothers in my sect, as expected, are here for the son-in-law of the Mu family."

Mike Zhao was startled, and then he looked at his father with eyes full of admiration and said, "Father is really secretive, and he actually has contacts with so many mysterious masters."

After a pause, Mike Zhao couldn't help but have a complex look on his face, and said: "The pretty boy is really a troublemaker. Now this trouble is getting bigger and bigger. I can't even imagine how he will end up in the future."

Zhao Quanhui, who had his back to Mike Zhao, glanced faintly towards the end of the road and murmured in response: "You also know that my father has studied Chinese studies for many years and has some experience in fortune-telling, so he watched it when he was in Hong Kong Island. He looks more like the son-in-law of the Mu family."

Speaking of this, Zhao Quanhui sighed softly and said with a mixture of appreciation: "The dragon is not a thing in the pond after all. This boy has the appearance of a dragon and a phoenix. As long as he can overcome these twists and turns, he will soar to the sky." Get up and become the best people in the world!"

Zhao Quanhui turned to look at his son again, with a solemn look on his face, and warned in a deep voice: "No matter who can cause trouble for him, it can't be you, otherwise, I, Zhao Quanhui, will not only give away people with white hair, but also send people with black hair away. The whole family has to be implicated, because this son is ruthless and ruthless, and the methods he uses always have the ultimate goal of eradicating the weeds!"

Mike Zhao's heart tightened. He was not an idiot. Ever since he suffered losses one after another under Wang Le's hands, he had long since dared not go against him.

The most obvious example is that he did not expose Wang Le's fake identity as Jia Shaoxiang last time at Private Club No. 1993, which is a symbol of the easing of relations.

As his mind wandered, Mike Zhao thought of the guests who would come later, and couldn't help asking Zhao Quanhui with a hesitant look on his face: "What should we do if these people we will receive later conflict with the pretty boy in the future?"

Zhao Quanhui laughed and said nonchalantly: "They belong to a martial arts battle, relying on killing methods.

There is no need for any conspiracy, and we are just secular people and are not qualified to intervene, so you don't need to worry unfoundedly. When the time comes, we will be enough to be bystanders. "

After a pause, Zhao Quanhui continued: "Although the son-in-law of the Mu family is cruel and ruthless in his actions, he is still a sensible person and will not cause trouble for our father and son for no reason."

Mike Zhao hummed and was about to agree when he saw a light flashing at the end of the road in front of him getting closer and closer. He quickly changed the subject and said, "Father, it should be a guest."

Zhao Quanhui turned around and looked into the distance, and saw a convoy of two off-road vehicles and a RV speeding towards this direction.

After a while, the motorcade stopped in front of the gate of the manor. Zhao Quanhui and his son hurriedly greeted them with smiles.

The first people to get out of the car were the mourners, whom they hadn't seen for a while, and Lu Xuan, who had been seriously injured by Wang Le last time and had now recovered as before.

I saw that these two people were not in a hurry to say hello to Zhao Quanhui and his son. Instead, they quickly walked to the door of the white Mercedes-Benz RV between the two off-road vehicles and stood respectfully.

At the same time, four more men with a long aura got out of the two Mercedes-Benz cross-country vehicles. They were all wearing black tunic suits and looked like martial arts masters.

At this time, they saw that they, like the mourners and Lu Xuan, stood respectfully in front of the door of the white Mercedes-Benz RV without saying a word.

Mike Zhao was shocked when he saw this, and couldn't help but thought to himself: "Damn it, the person coming this time must be a big shot, the pretty boy is in trouble!"

Just when Mike Zhao was thinking wildly in his mind, he saw the door of the RV opened, and then a young man with short hair in his mid-twenties, tall and slender, with fair skin and a strong aura walked out.

Mike Zhao was glanced at unintentionally by the other party's eyes, and he felt cold all over his body unconsciously, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"Hiss!" Mike Zhao took a breath of air and couldn't help but secretly said: "Once this guy meets the pretty boy, it will be a wonderful fight between dragons and tigers!"

At this time, he saw that the young man with an arrogant face did not say anything. He walked slowly to Lu Xuan and stood still. Mike Zhao thought to himself again: "Is it possible that there is someone who hasn't come out yet?"

Just when Mike Zhao was making a guess, he saw another middle-aged man, also wearing a black Chinese tunic suit, stepping out of the white RV. He was less than 1.7 meters tall, but had an unusually tall and sturdy figure.

Before Mike Zhao could react, a man wearing a gray monk's robe, holding a whisk in his hand, with bright eyes on a long, thin face covered with age spots, and a long gray beard on his chin, looked like an old man from ancient times. The Taoist priest appeared at the door of the RV, then took a step forward and landed on the ground.

"Damn it, who the hell are these people!" Mike Zhao couldn't help but cursed in his heart when he saw the old Taoist priest dressed in ancient clothes.

Of course, Mr. Zhao muttered in his heart. He followed the same posture as a quiet handsome man, standing respectfully behind his father.

"Xiaohui, this trip has cost you money again."

The old Taoist priest holding a whisk in hand walked up to Zhao Quanhui and said with a gentle face.

I saw Zhao Quanhui quickly taking a step back and bowing at 90 degrees, and respectfully replied: "Senior, you are here. Xiaohui is just doing his best and it is not important."

The old Taoist priest hummed, glanced at Zhao Mike standing behind, and asked kindly: "Is this a child of the Quanhui family?"

Zhao Quanhui quickly replied: "It is Quanzi who is gradually beginning to take over from Xiaohui in managing the Tianxiang Pavilion's property."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Quanhui reached out and pulled the clothes of Mike Zhao who was standing behind him, signaling him to salute quickly.

Zhao Mike swallowed his saliva, bowed and saluted the old Taoist priest, and said with a nervous and embarrassed expression: "Senior's aura is too strong, which makes the boy feel envious. He forgot the etiquette for a while, and still Please forgive me for being disrespectful, senior."

The old Taoist priest laughed twice, tapped the dust in his hand and Mike Zhao said nothing, then walked towards the entrance of the manor...