He Has a Dragon

"The whole circle knows that your boy's luck is incredible. No one can match it." Chen Sheng looked at Wang Le and said speechlessly.

Wang Le didn't reply, just smiled. He had occasionally heard a few words about the comments about him from those in the circle.

This involves his luck. According to some disciples' jokes, Wang Le is God's biological son.

"I hope that after dealing with this guy Hong Burang, my luck will no longer be like the rainy season. The weather will change at any time and stabilize completely!" Wang Lemo prayed secretly in his heart.

While thinking about each other, Wang Le, Mr. Mu, and Chen Sheng chatted for a while. They knew that Mu Xiyan would not be able to return to Lian Yayuan for a while, so they did not stay any longer.

After a while, Wang Le said goodbye to the old man, said hello to Chen Sheng, and left Lian Yayuan on his heavy machine.

"I hope we can finally turn the danger into good fortune. If we in China didn't have the mysterious troops and that old guy guarding us, the losses would always be irreparable and huge."

When Wang Le, who was riding a heavy motorcycle, disappeared from sight and the roar of the engine became farther and farther away, Mr. Mu murmured to himself and said softly.

After finishing speaking, the old man shook his head, then turned around and walked slowly towards the house in the courtyard...

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Time flew by and three days flew by.

After Wang Le's hard training in the past few days, the injuries in his body were finally completely healed, and his physical condition returned to its peak, leaving no trace of old injuries.

During this period, except for having dinner and shopping with Mu Xiyan at night, Wang Le stayed in his residence without leaving the door or taking a step forward. This made those who wanted to continue to watch the excitement feel very uncomfortable. disappointment.

The fat hunchback's death, apart from becoming an after-dinner topic among the upper class circles, did not cause much disturbance. Everything seemed very low-key.

Of course, Xiao Yuanfang also used his strength, otherwise, it would not have been so simple and perfunctory. After all, the fat hunchback was killed inside the red wall. This is a very taboo thing. None of the big guys want to see someone running away. He went to his own home to kill people and silence them, and acted wantonly.

That night, night fell, the lights started to turn on, and the nightlife in Sijiucheng also began. Wang Le drove his white Audi Q7 car to Private Club No. 1993.

"This batch of antique cultural relics,

It is no less impressive than the previous one. If anyone wants to buy it tonight, it will definitely be a battle between dragons and tigers. "

When Wang Le, who was rarely wearing formal clothes, stepped out of the car, Mu Xihu, who had been waiting for a long time, ran to him and said excitedly.

Wang Le smiled and replied: "We can't let it be stolen again this time."

"Uh!" Mu Xihu's face froze, and his eyes showed a look of pain, because he thought again of the batch of antique treasures that were destroyed in the suburbs of Beijing.

"Don't worry, brother-in-law, I have taken full precautions. If it is stolen again, Xiaohu will close down No. 1993 immediately!" Mu Xihu said in a deep voice.

Wang Le burst out laughing, patted Mu Xihu on the shoulder and said, "Don't be so serious. Just relax."

After a pause, Wang Le changed the subject and asked Mu Xihu, "Is your sister here?"

Mu Xihu replied without hesitation: "She is chatting with her best friends in the banquet hall!"

"Then let's go in and talk."

Wang Le waved his hand and took the lead from the parking lot to the club. Mu Xihu, of course, had no doubts. After nodding in agreement, he quickly followed.

A few minutes later, Wang Le, accompanied by his brother-in-law, took the elevator to the club's banquet hall.

This is Wang Le's second time here, but before that he appeared as Jia Shaoxiang.

The moment Wang Le appeared at the door of the banquet hall, the bustling crowd inside immediately fell silent, as if a restraining spell had been cast on him, and all eyes were focused on him.

They obviously did not expect that Wang Le, who rarely appeared in public and had dominated the entire Forty-Nine Cities, would appear at the banquet tonight.

In addition, there is the well-known incident of Fat Hunchback and two powerful insiders being killed in a residence inside the red wall, among which Wang Le is the biggest suspect.

At this time, in order to avoid suspicion, one should act in a low-key manner. However, what everyone did not expect was that Wang Le would be so high-profile and show up at the banquet without any hesitation.

Wang Le didn't show any strange emotion about this, and still kept a smile on his face. While listening to Mu Xihu's arrangements for today's banquet, he walked into the hall where Mu Xiyan was.

With a "boom", the guests in the banquet hall started talking and buzzing again. Of course, all their topics revolved around Wang Le, and they no longer had time to attend to other issues.

"Today is the first time that this girl has met this guy who is recognized as having unparalleled combat power in the capital. He kills gods when he blocks a god, and kills a Buddha when he blocks a Buddha. He is called a perverted madman, and is also nicknamed the pretty boy."

In the crowd, there was a girl with fear and excitement in her eyes, and she spoke to her friends and best friends in an excited tone.

As soon as he finished speaking, the kid from the First Family next to him said with a soft smile: "Hey, this pretty boy said he was being high-profile, but he was extremely unscrupulous. Looking at the Forty-Nine City, he was not afraid of anything. If he was talking about being low-key, it was this guy. There is very little nightlife, and the dragon never comes back. He often goes missing and no one can find him. His appearance at No. 1993 tonight must be because of his brother-in-law."

At this time, another disciple followed: "Since the pretty boy came to Beijing from Jiangnan, all those who dislike him, no matter how awesome they were before or how famous they were, will lose half their lives even if they don't die. Not to mention, let’s just talk about Chen Huazhang of the Chen family a few days ago. All the bones in this prodigal son’s body were crushed alive by the pretty boy. If he doesn’t lie down for a year and eight months, he can’t even think of standing up again to find a girl. play."

The people nearby suddenly became horrified when they heard it. When they thought of such a miserable scene, goosebumps fell all over their bodies.

Someone couldn't help but secretly glanced at Wang Le, who was standing in the distance and chatting with Mu Xiyan and others, showing curiosity and fear.

Wang Le seemed to be feeling something, he turned his head and looked over, and smiled.

"Hiss!" All the men and women from aristocratic families were immediately frightened, and they quickly stopped looking at Wang Le, not daring to look any further.

"A person should not be judged by his appearance, and I am talking about a pretty boy. Looking at his appearance and small body, who would believe that this guy is a perverted maniac who kills without batting an eyelid?"

One disciple took a deep breath, suppressed the panic in his heart, and couldn't help but sigh, which immediately made all the friends around him nod in agreement.