The City of Mortals, Part 3, Chapters 321-350

" Hey

kid, where are you from? Daring to cause trouble here, have you got a death wish?"

A burly, shirtless, bald young man asked aggressively. "We're here to find someone."
Zhou Menglong glanced at the group, a disdainful smile playing on his lips. He laughed, "Gentlemen, please don't misunderstand, we're just ordinary people, how could we dare to cause trouble? We just want to find someone, we mean no harm. Please make way, thank you."

"Uncle, have you come to the wrong place? Do you know where this is? Daring to find someone like this? If you know what's good for you, leave now and don't dirty our hands."

The young man was about twenty years old, but his tone was unusually arrogant. He glanced contemptuously at Zhou Menglong, who didn't seem particularly burly, not taking this refined man seriously. Instead, he kept an eye on Yulong standing next to Zhou Menglong, his eyes fixed on him.

"Young man, I think you've misunderstood. We're not here to cause trouble, we're just looking for someone named Meng Xuezhi."

"There's no such person."

The young man shook his head and sneered, "Satisfied now? Get lost."

"Very satisfied. I'm even more satisfied to see you all kneeling down."

Zhou Menglong suddenly turned serious and sneered, "Young man, watch your tone. Don't be so arrogant. Let me tell you, I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice. When I killed someone, you were still wetting your pants." As soon

as Zhou Menglong said this, the young man's face changed, and he cursed, "Damn it, you're tired of living."
He clenched his fist, ready to punch Zhou Menglong, but just as his fist rose, he heard a cough. "Xiao Lei, what are you doing? How can you treat our guests like this?"

Upon hearing this from behind, the young man, called Xiao Lei, lowered his raised fist. He glared fiercely at Zhou Menglong and reluctantly stepped aside. Just then, the crowd parted, and a man in his forties, wearing a floral shirt and with a face full of fat, approached. He had a round face, and his already small eyes were almost squinting from the fat.

"Mr. Zhou, is this a lucky charm?"

the man said with a broad smile, like a smiling Buddha. But to Zhou Menglong, that smile was fake, a forced smile. Zhou Menglong sized up the man; he didn't recognize him at all. Strangely, however, the man knew Zhou Menglong, prompting Zhou Menglong to ask, "You know my name?" "
Zhou Menglong, the son-in-law of President Xu of Yingmao Group. Who wouldn't know him?"

the man laughed heartily. Extending his right hand, he said, "Qian Tong is just a nobody who owns a few small entertainment venues. Compared to you, he's far inferior."

"Sorry, I don't shake hands,"

Zhou Menglong refused. "Mr. Qian, since you know me, it's much easier for us to talk. I want to see someone."

"Mr. Zhou, I think you should see your old friend,"

Qian Tong said, stepping aside and gesturing for them to come inside. "It's not convenient for us to talk here. Please come inside."
Zhou Menglong didn't stand on ceremony and walked away. Yu Long deliberately gave the arrogant young man a provocative look and snorted. The man called Xiao Lei was very indignant, glaring fiercely at Zhou Menglong and Yu Long. But since Qian Tong hadn't spoken, he could only suppress his anger and didn't dare to make a move against Zhou Menglong.

Qian Tong clapped his hands and said, "That's all. You two continue practicing."

With that, he led his two burly subordinates towards the room with the open door. As soon as Zhou Menglong entered the room, he saw a mahjong table under the chandelier. Zhou Xiaodong sat at the east end of the table, leaning back, with a heavily made-up, glamorous woman beside him. Opposite Zhou Xiaodong sat Ma Fengyun, the woman he had clashed with at the bar that day. Ma Fengyun held a cigarette between her fingers, her obese body almost entirely crammed into the small chair, making one wonder if the chair could support her large frame.

Meng Xuezhi sat in the corner, dressed in a white suit and white shoes, his hair slicked back. At first glance, he was quite handsome. However, his shifty gaze made him look rather sleazy, and a hint of barely perceptible sorrow flickered between his brows. When Meng Xuezhi saw Zhou Menglong and Yulong enter, he instinctively shrank back, hiding behind a man of medium build, neither fat nor thin, who appeared very capable. The man was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, his face covered in pockmarks. The man was dressed in a black suit, his waist bulging, looking every bit the bodyguard. When Meng Xuezhi shrank behind him, the man frowned in disgust, giving Meng Xuezhi a light push. Meng Xuezhi involuntarily leaned forward, only managing to stay upright thanks to his grip on the chair armrest.

Zhou Menglong, seeing that Meng Xuezhi was indeed there, felt relieved, knowing the kid couldn't escape. He didn't pay any attention to Zhou Xiaodong, Ma Fengyun, or even Qian Tong and the others who came in later; instead, he became interested in the man sitting next to Meng Xuezhi. Zhou Menglong was no ordinary man; with just a glance, he could tell this man was no ordinary person. Aside from the man's wolf-like fierce gaze, just looking at his scarred hands revealed he had handled a gun. The hands of someone who handled guns daily were vastly different from those who merely pretended to. The man's hands were thick and calloused, the result of long-term gun handling and firing.

Of course, that wasn't the main point. There was another crucial reason why Zhou Menglong could immediately tell this man wasn't an ordinary person: his murderous aura. This man exuded a thick, palpable killing intent, an aura that wasn't feigned; it emanated from his very bones. Even Zhou Menglong felt this chilling killing intent surge into his body.

"Looks like Zhou Xiaodong has found a master,"

Zhou Menglong thought to himself. Yu Long had already seen Meng Xuezhi. He was seething with hatred, but without Zhou Menglong's order, he dared not act rashly. He could only suppress his anger for the time being, glaring fiercely at Meng Xuezhi hiding in the corner. "Oh, isn't this Manager Zhou? I was wondering who had the audacity to cause trouble here."
Zhou Xiaodong had learned his lesson; he wasn't as impulsive as before, but like his father, he preferred underhanded tactics. After giving Zhou Menglong a forced smile, Zhou Xiaodong patted the shoulder of the glamorous woman beside him and ordered, "Honey, go get a chair for our Manager Zhou. He's a guest, how can we let him stand?"

"No need to be polite, I think this chair is fine,"

Zhou Menglong replied without hesitation, plopping down in front of him. This seat originally belonged to Qian Tong, who and his friends had been playing cards here, stopping after hearing the commotion outside. Zhou Xiaodong was slightly surprised to see Zhou Menglong, wondering why he was here, but then he thought, "Perfect timing! This is my territory. Since this kid's got the nerve to come here, I'll humiliate him properly."

With that thought, he had Qian Tong bring Zhou Menglong in.

Qian Tong was quite displeased to see that Zhou Menglong had taken his seat, but he smiled nonchalantly and said, "Since Mr. Zhou is sitting in my seat, I'll just have to find another one."

He then moved to sit opposite Zhou Menglong, called over his subordinate who was playing cards with him, and sat down. "Manager Zhou, what brings you to the martial arts school?"

Zhou Xiaodong lit a cigarette, exhaled a large puff of smoke at Zhou Menglong, and said with a forced smile, "I thought Manager Zhou was busy enjoying the company of Miss Bai, but I didn't expect Manager Zhou to have time to stroll around here."
"Young Master Zhou, what are you saying? If a man spends all his time chasing after women, what kind of career can he achieve? I'm not like some people who like to live off women."

Zhou Menglong deliberately glanced at Meng Xuezhi, who was huddled in the corner, and asked, "Mr. Meng, don't you think so?"
What could Meng Xuezhi say at this point? He wished there was a crack in the ground he could disappear into and escape.
Zhou Xiaodong laughed heartily and clapped his hands, saying, "Well said, I like that. Manager Zhou, we became friends after a fight. We had some misunderstandings before, all because of my youthful ignorance. I hope Manager Zhou won't mind. I see you're a generous person, how about we become friends?"

"No thanks, I don't like making friends,"

Zhou Menglong refused.

"You're really asking for it! Who do you think you are?"

Ma Fengyun, who hadn't spoken until now, curled her thick lips and looked down on Zhou Menglong. "Do you even know where you are? You're so arrogant! Don't you even know how much money you have in your pocket before you dare cause trouble here?"

"Oh, I forgot I have an old friend here."

Zhou Menglong didn't want to talk to Ma Fengyun; just looking at her bloated body made him feel disgusted. But since Ma Fengyun had provoked him first, Zhou Menglong didn't hold back either, saying, "This fat woman, may I ask your name?"
"Fat woman?"

Ma Fengyun was taken aback; she hadn't expected anyone to call her that. Zhou Xiaodong and Qian Tong secretly chuckled when they heard Zhou Menglong call Ma Fengyun a fat woman. Although Zhou Xiaodong and Ma Fengyun were relatives, they weren't close at all. He looked down on this aunt, but because of his mother, he had to show her some respect, though not truly respect. He already felt ashamed that Ma Fengyun was keeping a spineless gigolo. Upon hearing Zhou Menglong call Ma Fengyun "fat woman," Ma Fengyun finally couldn't help but chuckle.

Enraged, she slammed her hand on the mahjong table, cursing, "You bastard..."
Before she could finish the curse, Zhou Menglong's face darkened, and he coldly sneered, "Fat woman, do you believe I won't kill you if you dare say another word?" Ma

Fengyun then remembered what happened at the bar that night. This man had single-handedly fought dozens of people with extreme brutality. Although this was Qian Tong's territory, Ma Fengyun wasn't sure if Qian Tong would help her. She knew Qian Tong was Zhou Shixiong's man, and her relationship with her brother-in-law Zhou Shixiong wasn't good; therefore, Qian Tong might not help her. She regretted not bringing more people. It would have been good to bolster their numbers.

Ma Fengyun hadn't expected Zhou Xiaodong to help her at all. Although they were relatives, even relatives had degrees of closeness. Zhou Xiaodong is just like his father, Zhou Shixiong; he would never do anything that wouldn't benefit them. Ma Fengyun secretly glanced at Meng Xuezhi, inwardly sighing. This Meng Xuezhi was all looks and no substance; expecting him to fight was a recipe for disaster.

Ma Fengyun swallowed the words she was about to utter and glared fiercely at Zhou Menglong. She retorted defiantly, "Do you think I'm easily scared? Why don't you at least find out who I am?" Zhou Menglong

smiled slightly and said, "Oh, I forgot to ask this fat lady's name."

He then turned to Zhou Xiaodong and asked, "May I ask if you could tell me?" "

Haha, Manager Zhou, it's normal that you don't know my second aunt. Although she owns a few hair salons in Beihai City, they can't compare to the Yingmao Group,"

Zhou Xiaodong laughed. "My second aunt always speaks like that, please don't take offense, Manager Zhou."

"No wonder. No wonder."

Zhou Menglong nodded as if waking from a dream, "No wonder she wanted to spend money to kill me that night, turns out she's a relative of the Zhou family. That makes sense, the Zhou family has plenty of money, it's normal for them to try to kill me with money. Speaking of that night, I've forgotten about it. I wonder if this fat woman still plans to cause me trouble. I have a bad habit, if no one is thinking about me all day long, I feel uncomfortable."

"Mr. Zhou, I think there's a misunderstanding."

Qian Tong interjected, "I heard about what happened that night. That kid called Blackie was asking for it, daring to mess with you. It's just that he's in jail now, otherwise I would have taught him a lesson."

"Mr. Qian, you're helping me, thank you so much, I just didn't understand why you're helping me?"
Zhou Menglong asked.

"Mr. Zhou, you're joking. I just think this kid is blind and I can't stand him."

Qian Tong chuckled, then turned his gaze to Zhou Xiaodong, implying, "You decide what to do. I can't say anything more about this kid. If you make me say anything more, I'll beat him up immediately." Zhou Xiaodong laughed heartily, picking up where Qian Tong left off, and said, "Manager Zhou, you're a talent, everyone can see that. That Blackie is blind and didn't recognize your worth, that's why he offended you. Shouldn't he be beaten? These days, the most important thing is to have good judgment. You can't have eyes but not see the situation clearly. By then, you probably won't even know how you died. Manager Zhou, don't you agree?"

Zhou Xiaodong's words were loaded with meaning, and how could someone as clever as Zhou Menglong not understand? He chuckled, "Young Master Zhou, don't worry, I'm good at judging people."

Zhou Menglong said, sticking out his leg, finally shifting his gaze to Meng Xuezhi, who was huddled in the corner. He curled his lip and said, "Alright, enough with the small talk, let's get down to business. I'm here for no other reason than to take this kid away. I think everyone agrees."

"I'm not going with them."

Meng Xuezhi shuddered and ran to Ma Fengyun's side, saying, "If I go with him, they won't let me off the hook. He's Xuehua's colleague, they're definitely looking for trouble."

"Oh, this bastard is quite clever."

Zhou Menglong chuckled, "I'm starting to like this bastard a bit."

Ma

Fengyun didn't speak to Zhou Menglong, shifting his gaze to Qian Tong, and sneered, "Qian Tong, I came here to play cards. Don't tell me you can't even protect the person I brought."

Qian Tong glanced at Zhou Xiaodong and saw that Zhou Xiaodong's right arm was around the woman in flamboyant clothes. He ignored him. He then turned to Zhou Menglong and chuckled, "Mr. Zhou, you're a talented person, and a talented person understands the rules best. This place isn't for just anyone to come and go; after all, I still have to make a living in this underworld. How about I make a suggestion? Look at all these people outside; I'll let you choose. Fight them. If you win, I'll give them to you; but if you lose, then I'm sorry, Mr. Zhou will have to leave. What do you think?"

"Hmm, that's a good idea,"

Zhou Menglong nodded. "However, fighting isn't something a civilized person like me does. I'm the kind of person who just sits around." As

he spoke, Zhou Menglong picked up a white board from the table with his right hand and laughed, "I just want to sit here and play mahjong with everyone. Yulong, you go out and play with them. Remember, don't go too far; they're people we can't afford to mess with."

Yulong had been holding back his anger for a while. Hearing Zhou Menglong's words, he said in a muffled voice, "Boss, I know."
With that, he turned and walked out. Qian Tong gave him a wink, and a burly man standing next to him followed him out. "Manager Zhou, would you like to play mahjong too?"

Zhou Xiaodong squinted at Zhou Menglong and said, "We're playing for big stakes here. If you lose, will we have to ask your wife for money?"

"Hmm, that's a problem. It seems I don't have much money. But it's okay, I've always had good luck. I don't think I'll lose,"

Zhou Menglong laughed. "Manager Zhou is indeed very confident. Okay, then we'll play a round with you. We've agreed on two, four, and eight. Manager Zhou, is that alright?"

"It's just two, four, and eight yuan. I didn't think it was anything big. Come on, it seems I only have a hundred yuan on me, enough for one and a half rounds."

Zhou Menglong said, reaching for his wallet. Just as he put his hand in his pocket, he suddenly laughed and said, "Oh dear, I forgot. I bought two bottles of cocoa earlier, and now I only have about ninety yuan left. Never mind."
This made the three people sitting there laugh. Zhou Xiaodong laughed and said, "Manager Zhou, you're really joking. I didn't mean two, four, and eight yuan, but two hundred, four hundred, and eight hundred. That's calculated in rounds. One round is two hundred, and if it's sixteen rounds, it's three thousand two hundred."

"Oh, I see,"

Zhou Menglong laughed. "I rarely play mahjong, so I don't know anything about it. How about this, we'll just play for a bit. If I lose, I'll give you an IOU. You see, I won't run away. You can use the IOU to ask me for the money back." "

That works too. Manager Zhou isn't exactly broke."

Zhou Xiaodong gave Qian Tong a wink, and Qian Tong understood, quickly laughing, "Yes, I think we should do it this way. It's not easy for us all to play mahjong together. Come on, let's play a round."

"Let's play like this then."

Zhou Menglong clumsily went to shuffle the tiles, but then heard Ma Fengyun sneer, "It's automatic; no need to shuffle by hand."

"Cough, how was I supposed to know there was such a thing?"

Zhou Menglong frowned as he spoke,

muttering to himself, "What if someone tampered with it? I can't even see how the tiles are shuffled." Zhou Xiaodong and Qian Tong exchanged glances, thinking to themselves, "This kid's not stupid; he knows something's fishy here. You're doomed this time."

After the mahjong machine shuffled a round of tiles, Zhou Xiaodong became the dealer and took the first set of tiles. Zhou Menglong ran his hand over the tiles, picked up his four tiles, and placed them in front of him. He accidentally knocked over all four tiles, quickly putting them back in place, complaining, "Oops, my tiles are overturned! How could I be so careless?"

His four tiles were all seen by the other three players, who were all experienced and could remember them with just a glance.

"Red Dragon."

Zhou Xiaodong discarded a Red Dragon first. Zhou Menglong looked down at his own hand and muttered, "Strange, how come I have three Red Dragons? Strange, strange."

He was about to draw a card when he stopped and snatched the Red Dragon from Zhou Xiaodong's hand as if grabbing it, saying repeatedly, "I forgot, I can make a Kong."

Zhou Xiaodong was furious and cursed inwardly, "Does this kid even know how to play? He even takes so long to make a Kong."
Zhou Menglong drew a card from behind, hesitated for a while, and muttered, "Oh dear, how come I still have three? Let's make another Kong."

He laid down three cards, drew another, and laid it down again. Several rounds were filled with concealed Kongs, which dumbfounded Zhou Xiaodong and the others. They all wondered if Zhou Menglong was serious or not, how come he only had one card left?
"Wow, I'm so lucky!"

Zhou Menglong said, spreading out the one-wan he had drawn, and then revealing the only other one in his hand, which was also a one-wan. "I can't do math, could you guys help me calculate this?"

Zhou Menglong said, revealing all his tiles, and they saw a series of concealed kongs, ending with a one-wan. "Four kongs!"

The three people were dumbfounded; no one expected Zhou Menglong to be so lucky, drawing four kongs right after the initial deal.
"How much money can I win?"

Zhou Menglong asked, looking confused. "It seems I only have one round, so it should be at least 600 yuan."

Seeing that Zhou Menglong didn't seem to understand, Zhou Xiaodong and the other two secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Zhou Xiaodong laughed, "That's right, you won! Let's pay you."

He hurriedly took out the money, but then Zhou Menglong said, "Wait a minute, I remember now. My four-of-a-kind is at least forty points, and one round is 200 yuan. That's eight thousand. Forget everything else, just give me eight thousand yuan each. It's our first time playing cards, and winning too much isn't good."
"Eight thousand!"

Zhou Xiaodong inwardly groaned. This was only the first hand, and Zhou Menglong had already taken eight thousand from him. Zhou Xiaodong didn't believe Zhou Menglong's luck was really that good. He gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll give you eight thousand. Put it on the tab." "
Then I won't be polite,"

Zhou Menglong laughed. He glanced towards the door and called out to Yulong, "Yulong, go easy on him, kid! If you keep going like this, his bones will break!"

Before Zhou Menglong finished speaking, a scream came from outside. Zhou Menglong shook his head slightly and complained, "You never listen to me, kid. See? You broke his arm."
"Boss, I didn't know this kid was so fragile. He broke his arm in one go," Yulong said

innocently, standing in the field.

Xiao Lei led his twenty-odd men to surround Yulong. Xiao Hei's eyes flashed with ferocity as he said viciously, "You bastard, you're here to cause trouble, aren't you? Today I'll show you that the Black Tiger Gang isn't to be trifled with! Brothers, beat him to a pulp!" Xiao Lei ordered
his twenty men to charge at Yulong. Yu Long stood in the middle of the crowd, grinned, and laughed loudly, "Come on, you little bastards, it's been a long time since I've had any fun. Today I'll give you some!"

Yu Long roared, grabbed the fist of the young man closest to him, and twisted it hard. Crack! Crack! The young man's arm was twisted into a pretzel by Yu Long. Another scream rang out. Zhou Menglong frowned, quite annoyed, and said, "Yulong, you bastard, why did you make them scream like that? It's affecting my card game."
Then, Zhou Menglong said to the burly man standing next to Qian Tong, "Hey buddy, don't just stand there. Close the door, close it tightly, don't let me hear that ear-piercing sound again."

The man was about to get angry when he heard Qian Tong wave his hand and say, "Go close the door, these kids are making too much noise."

After the man closed the door, Zhou Menglong's brow relaxed, and he laughed, "That's more like it, it's so much fun playing cards. Oh dear, I don't know which card to play."

"Be careful, don't think you're always lucky."

Ma Fengyun was still heartbroken about losing eight thousand yuan in one hand. Although she was rich, losing eight thousand yuan in her first hand before even playing a single card game would hurt anyone.

"I guess I'm just that lucky."

Zhou Menglong pushed aside the tiles in front of him and laughed, "I've won! It's not much, just twenty points. Everyone, take your money. I don't know how I can be so lucky. I've made a small profit again."

Twenty rounds is four thousand yuan, and in the blink of an eye, the three of them had lost twelve thousand yuan. Ma Fengyun and Qian Tong were both dumbfounded, and they both had their doubts. Zhou Xiaodong looked coldly at Zhou Menglong and said in a sinister tone, "Manager Zhou, you should know the rules of the card table. If someone cheats, their fingers will be chopped off."

"You don't suspect me of cheating, do you?"

Zhou Menglong leaned back in his chair. "You need to catch a thief red-handed to catch him. How can you accuse me of cheating without any evidence?"

Zhou Xiaodong was speechless. He retorted, "How could you be so lucky? You got four of a kind right away. And now you've got a perfect hand. I don't believe it's just luck."

"This mahjong table is yours. How could I have the opportunity to cheat? If anyone's cheating, only you guys could. Don't think I don't know the tricks of this mahjong table and try to mess with me. You're still too green."

Zhou Menglong sneered. "Young Master Zhou, if you can't afford to lose, you can stop playing. Don't embarrass yourself here."
"I can't afford to play? What a joke."

Zhou Xiaodong said angrily. "Even if it's a huge bet, I'll still play."

"In that case, let's settle this with one round."

Zhou Menglong sneered. "Your life is my life. Whoever loses dies here."

"I..."

Zhou Xiaodong had just uttered the word "I" when the man behind him stopped him. The man whispered, "Mr. Zhou, you can't beat him."

"What did you say? I can't beat him?"

Zhou Xiaodong asked in surprise. "His technique is too fast; it's almost impossible to tell he switched cards."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Xiaodong's eyes widened, and he slammed his hand on the table. He roared, "You, surnamed Zhou, dare to cheat! If I find mahjong tiles on you, you're dead today! Zhui Feng, go search him!"
The man Zhou Xiaodong called Zhui Feng shook his head and said, "Sir, there's no need. He didn't carry any cards; he switched them at the table. He was too fast; even I couldn't see it. However, I can sense that he switched cards. Sir, don't gamble; you're no match for him."

Clap, clap! Zhou Menglong clapped his hands. Laughing, he said, "Not bad. You could tell I switched cards. Okay, I was just joking with you all. I did switch cards. However, since you didn't see through my cheating, you still have to pay back the money you owe me. I see you're all people of status, so of course you won't mind owing me this little bit. I have things to do today, so you can collect the money another day."

With that, Zhou Menglong stood up, pushed open the door, glanced outside, and said to Qian Tong, "You said that as long as I beat your men, I could take that bastard Meng Xuezhi with me. Now there are twenty-three people lying on the ground, which exceeds your requirements. I think I can take my men and leave. Yulong, take that bastard Meng Xuezhi away."

Qian Tong opened his mouth, he couldn't believe it was true, all his men had been taken down by one person. Just as he was surprised, the man who had walked out earlier strode in and whispered in Qian Tong's ear, "Boss, that guy is too strong, all the brothers were taken down by him."

Qian Tong's face turned ugly, he nodded slightly, and gestured for the man to stand behind him. At this moment, Yu Long strode into the room, his eyes wide, heading straight for Meng Xuezhi, who was cowering in the corner.

"Wait,"

Zhou Xiaodong suddenly said, "Manager Zhou, I have something else I'd like to discuss with you."

Zhui Feng blocked Yu Long's path, expressionless, extending his right hand to stop him. "Young Master Zhou, are you planning to back out?"

Zhou Menglong's face darkened, and he sneered, "Then don't blame me for being impolite.

" "Manager Zhou, you misunderstand. You can take this guy named Meng Xuezhi, but only if that big guy and my bodyguard Zhui Feng have a match. Regardless of the outcome, Meng Xuezhi is yours. I don't think that's unreasonable."

Zhou Menglong didn't speak. Yu Long glanced at Zhui Feng and agreed, "Alright, let's have a match."

"In that case, let's go outside."

As Zhou Xiaodong spoke, he subtly winked at Zhui Feng, meaning to cripple this kid. Zhui Feng nodded slightly and silently walked out. Meng Xuezhi, meanwhile, rolled his eyes, looking for a chance to escape. But Zhou Menglong didn't give him that opportunity. He strode up to Meng Xuezhi, grabbed him by the collar, and dragged him out of the room like a dead dog.

Once outside, Zhou Menglong released him and then slapped Meng Xuezhi on the neck, knocking him unconscious. Ma Fengyun, seeing Meng Xuezhi knocked out, wanted to be angry but held back. She knew this wasn't her territory, and Qian Tong and Zhou Xiaodong wouldn't help her. Ma Fengyun still doted on Meng Xuezhi, this pretty boy, and couldn't bear to see him being taken away like that. She hid in a corner, secretly made a phone call, and then returned to the arena.

In the center of the arena, Yulong and Zhuifeng stared at each other. Compared to the opponents Yulong had previously disregarded, Zhuifeng was a force to be reckoned with. The aura of trained and untrained people is different; every move they make carries a hidden killing intent. From the moment Yu Long saw Zhui Feng, he knew this man was not to be trifled with. He was very likely, like himself, to have undergone special training. Yu Long, too, had crawled out of piles of corpses; he had seen it all.

His gaze swept from Zhui Feng's feet to his body, searching for an opening, but Zhui Feng was completely unfazed. Zhui Feng remained as steady as a mountain. Under Yu Long's sharp gaze, he remained calm. Suddenly, Yu Long roared and launched the first attack, his two fists whistling through the air. Zhui Feng was not to be outdone; he roared back and raised his arms to parry. With two thuds, both men involuntarily trembled. "

Good

lad, you've definitely been trained. Come on, let's skip the fancy stuff today and just use the simplest killing techniques."

Yu Long's bloodlust was ignited by this, his killing intent rising. Without any fancy moves, he used the simplest fighting techniques, his right fist slamming at Zhui Feng's face at a 45-degree angle. Zhui Feng wasn't to be outdone. A fierce aura emanated from his face as he bent his right arm, striking Yu Long's face with his elbow.

Both men were incredibly fast, and their strength, speed, and even their ferocity were unmatched by ordinary people. When they clashed, the air was thick with the wind, their hands and feet working together, elbows and knees becoming the simplest and most effective attacks. Throws, tackles, grabs, slams, kicks… these fighting techniques, usually only seen in novels, were dazzling and eye-opening.

These were the most brutal and deadly moves, used only by specially trained soldiers. Zhou Menglong frowned slightly, reassessing the strength of this guy named Zhuifeng. It was already quite an achievement to be able to fight Yulong to a standstill for now. And if they continued fighting like this, the final outcome was still uncertain.

Suddenly, Zhou Menglong slightly bent his right and retreated. Leaning forward, he leaped in front of the two men with lightning speed. Just as their hands were about to clasp together, Zhou Menglong extended his two steel arms, separating them. He stood between them, slightly turning to Zhuifeng, and coldly said, "Brother, judging by your skills, you are no ordinary person. We two brothers are only here to find someone, not to cause you trouble, so please don't cause us any trouble either. This matter ends here. If you refuse to give up, then I'll have to oblige."

Zhui Feng was secretly surprised. He felt a tingling numbness in his right hand. Although Zhou Menglong's attack was somewhat sudden, Zhui Feng shouldn't have been able to react without being parried. Especially with Zhou Menglong's seemingly casual strike, Zhui Feng felt his right hand go numb, realizing that this quiet man was not only incredibly fast but also possessed formidable strength.

Zhui Feng was already finding it difficult to fight Yu Long. He had initially thought that with his years of rigorous training, severely injuring this large man would be a piece of cake, but after exchanging blows, he realized he was wrong. This large man, despite his size, was surprisingly fast, and the fighting techniques he displayed, similar to his own, made Zhui Feng feel he had met a formidable opponent.

But unexpectedly, before he could even handle this large man, an even more troublesome opponent appeared. Although Zhui Feng was somewhat arrogant, he wasn't stupid. Fighting two against one was something only a fool would do. If Xiao Hei were here, Zhui Feng might have been able to try, but after surveying the surrounding people, he realized that only he could somewhat hold his own against these two. Seeing that someone was offering him a way out, Zhui Feng didn't stand on ceremony and nodded, saying, "Today is just a competition; I have no intention of making things difficult for either of you."

He then stepped back to Zhou Xiaodong's ear and whispered, "Young Master Zhou, these two are not simple. I suspect they are like me, belonging to a secret unit."

Zhou Xiaodong knew Zhui Feng's strength, and seeing him step back, he knew Zhou Menglong wasn't as easy to deal with as he appeared. Although he was quite displeased, he had to maintain appearances. He laughed loudly, "Manager Zhou, I didn't expect you to be such a hidden master."

"You flatter me. I used to work as a laborer on construction sites, so naturally I'm a bit stronger,"

Zhou Menglong said, rubbing his wrist. "My hand still hurts. Your bodyguard is really something. Cough, I brought this on myself."

After hearing Zhou Menglong's words and seeing his grimacing expression, Zhou Xiaodong realized that Zhou Menglong was simply a bit stronger. Cursing inwardly, "Damn it, is this kid real or fake?"

Zhou Menglong clapped his hands and muttered, "Looks like my hands need a massage, cough, they really hurt."

Then, Zhou Menglong called to Yulong, "Yulong, grab that kid and let's go."

Yulong grabbed the unconscious Meng Xuezhi by the collar and dragged him behind Zhou Menglong. Ma Fengyun was extremely anxious; she didn't know if the people she had called would arrive. Seeing that Zhou Xiaodong and Qian Tong didn't stop Zhou Menglong, Ma Fengyun rolled her eyes at them and said, "Pah, this is still Black Tiger Gang territory, and you two are scared into silence. Alright, if you want to play cards with me again, don't come here. My place is very safe; at least no one dares to cause trouble there."

"Second Aunt, stop talking nonsense. Everyone's gone; what good will talking nonsense do?"

Zhou Xiaodong mocked. "It seems Second Aunt didn't say anything just now. Were you scared?"

"Scared? Would I be scared?"

Ma Fengyun retorted, unconvinced. "You're just like your father, you don't respect me at all. Let me remind you, I'm your Second Aunt, an elder, you should respect me."

"Alright, I say you two should just let it go,"

Qian Tong said, trying to smooth things over as the two were about to argue. "This kid's not simple. If you ask me, I'll teach him a lesson after the New Year. But for now, we should keep a low profile. I heard the police are keeping an eye on my gang. Okay, let's go back to playing cards. Playing cards is the most comfortable thing to do. Sister Ma, you don't need to feel sorry for that pretty boy. I can't say anything else, but if Sister Ma wanted to find a pretty boy, there are plenty of them, aren't there?"
Ma Fengyun also lost interest in playing cards, said she had something to do, and hurriedly left. Zhou Xiaodong took out his cigarette, lit it, and said with a forced smile, "Qian Tong, no wonder you refused when I asked you to kill this kid last time, and even went to my dad's place. So you knew this kid was capable all along."

Hearing Zhou Xiaodong bring up that incident, Qian Tong grinned and put his arm around Zhou Xiaodong's shoulder, saying, "Young Master Zhou, it's all in the past, why bring it up? Tonight it's my treat, you can have as much fun as you want at Yidong Nightclub, consider it an apology."

Zhou Xiaodong smiled, said nothing more, and tacitly agreed. Zhou Menglong and Yulong led Meng Xuezhi out of the Xiangyang Martial Arts School. Zhou Menglong opened the trunk and called out, "Put this kid in."

Yulong shoved Meng Xuezhi into the car like trash. Zhou Menglong glanced around to make sure no one was watching before closing the trunk. He and Yulong got into the car. Just as they drove out of the alley, a minibus happened to be approaching. The Bora and the minibus almost brushed past each other. "Boss, where are we going?"

Yulong, sitting in the passenger seat with a cigarette between his fingers, rolled down the window and asked Zhou Menglong about their next plan. "To the suburbs, to take care of this kid."

Zhou Menglong, driving, glanced casually in the rearview mirror and smiled slightly. "Yulong, looks like we have something to do."

Yulong also noticed the minibus following behind them. He said casually, "Boss, looks like someone wants to mess with us."

"Alright, since someone wants to die, then we won't be polite."

Zhou Menglong chuckled coldly. "If you don't take the right path to heaven, you'll barge into the gates of hell."

With that, Zhou Menglong stepped on the gas, and the car sped up to 80 km/h, accelerating onto the Northeast Expressway. The minibus behind, thinking Zhou Menglong was going to escape, gave chase.

The Northeast Expressway is a highway leading to the suburbs. As soon as Zhou Menglong got on, he increased his speed to 120 km/h and sped off towards the outskirts, with the minibus following closely behind. Zhou Menglong drove along the expressway for about half an hour. After exiting the expressway, he drove along a mountain road towards Lianlong Mountain. When he reached a secluded intersection, Zhou Menglong suddenly stopped the car and turned off the engine.

The minibus finally caught up. The door of the minibus opened, and seven or eight men wielding sticks jumped out, aggressively heading towards the Bora. Zhou Menglong and Yulong got out of the car. Zhou Menglong rubbed his wrist and casually asked Yulong, "How many do you want?"

"Give them all to me, I'll take them all."

"Don't play alone, I want three. The rest are yours, you have half a minute to finish them off."

Zhou Menglong didn't take these aggressive men seriously at all; his nonchalant manner made it seem as if the men with sticks in front of him were only fit to be beaten.

Yulong agreed and rushed forward. Zhou Menglong, however, stood in front of the car, simply rubbing his wrist. When the three men with sticks raised their clubs to smash Zhou Menglong's head, a cruel sneer appeared on Zhou Menglong's lips. His body moved suddenly, like lightning, meeting the blow head-on. Thump, thump, thump! After three dull thuds, the three men's raised clubs didn't fall, and blood flowed from their mouths. Their teeth, broken by Zhou Menglong, spilled out.

Zhou Menglong gently pushed one of them in the back, and the man fell to the ground with a thud. The other two men also fell to the ground with thuds, their sticks rolling far away. Zhou Menglong, with lightning speed, delivered a series of heavy blows to the jaws of all three men, completely shattering their jaws. After defeating them, Zhou Menglong leaned against the car door, glanced at his watch, and chuckled softly, "Twenty-five seconds, Yulong has five seconds left."
The words had barely left his lips when Yulong roared, grabbed a man's neck with his right hand, and with a sharp twist, twisted it, and the man's head snapped off. "Damn Yulong, you're always causing me trouble! You've killed someone again!"

Zhou Menglong's smile vanished. Frowning, he turned around, opened the trunk, dragged Meng Xuezhi out, and threw him on the ground. He then clapped his hands, saying, "Yulong, I don't want this trouble. You clean this up. Don't cause me any more trouble. Handle it yourself. Oh, and ask who sent these people. Damn it. More dead bodies."

Zhou Menglong complained repeatedly as he got into his car.

Yulong then brutally killed two more men, leaving only one alive. Yulong stepped on the man's chest and yelled at Zhou Menglong, who had already started the car, "Boss, don't worry, I'll handle the aftermath perfectly."

"You little brat, cough, figure out how to get back yourself. Don't cause me any more trouble, or I'll send you back to England."

Zhou Menglong shook his head helplessly and drove his Bora past Yulong.

Yu Long glared at the surviving man and roared, "Damn it, tell me who sent you?"
The man, terrified, fainted. Yu Long kicked the man in the chest, shattering his chest. He bent down, searching the bodies for identification documents. Just then, a cell phone rang from one of the men. Yu Long grabbed the phone and answered.
"How's it going?"

It was a woman's voice. Yu Long grinned upon hearing this. He said into the phone, "Unfortunately, your men are all dead. You'd better watch out; I might take your life at any moment, you damned woman. You dare lay a hand on me? You're going to die."

It was the end of the year again, and Zhao Dongfang, as in previous years, held his year-end summary meeting. At the meeting, Zhao Dongfang summarized the achievements of Yingmao Group throughout the year. While acknowledging everyone's work, he also criticized certain departments. Zhao Dongfang designated next year as a year of maintenance and adjustment. He would make significant changes to certain departments and personnel within the Yingmao Group to make it more competitive.

Undoubtedly, Zhao Dongfang was sending a strong message to everyone: the Yingmao Group needed radical reforms to avoid a repeat of this year's embarrassing situation. For some senior executives, Zhao Dongfang made them feel a sense of crisis; for others, however, it was an opportunity, perhaps even a chance to rise to the top. After the meeting, dinner time began. The so-called dinner was simply a buffet, where everyone ate and chatted together, fostering camaraderie.

Zhao Ningshuang sat alone at the table, occasionally texting Zhou Menglong. If it weren't for her position, she would have left long ago. Zhao Ningshuang increasingly felt her heart was occupied by Zhou Menglong. Although she had just parted ways with him that morning, it felt like an eternity, and she longed to see him more and more. Senior executives from the Yingmao Group frequently greeted Zhao Ningshuang, who always responded with a few perfunctory words. Afterwards, she lowered her head and chatted with Zhou Menglong via text message.

"Vice President Zhao, what are you doing?"

Chen Hanlin, holding a wine glass, sat down next to Zhao Ningshuang, a charming smile on his face, and asked with great poise, "You don't mind me sitting here, do you?"

"It's alright."

Zhao Ningshuang shifted her gaze from her phone screen to Chen Hanlin's face, and smiled politely, "I think that as the Executive Vice President of Yingmao Group, you should communicate more with your subordinates."

"Oh, it seems that Vice President Zhao is sending me some kind of unwelcome signal."

Chen Hanlin smiled slightly, "Vice President Zhao, I think what I, as the Executive Vice President, should receive most is your support. Only with your support can I boldly implement my plans. Although the President fully supports my reform plan, I really need a more capable executor to help me. My subordinates are not capable of completing the work I expect, which is why I need Vice President Zhao's assistance." "

If it can make Yingmao Group develop better, of course I will do my best to help. There is no need to worry about that."
Zhao Ningshuang held a small spoon in her right hand and scooped a small bite of the dessert in front of her. She gently chewed the phone in her mouth. "But it's dinner time now, let's talk about work later. Oh, sorry, I have something to do." Zhao Ningshuang felt her phone vibrate again. She looked down and saw a text message from Zhou Menglong. It read: "Wife, I miss you." 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Zhao
Ningshuang smiled and quickly replied, "If you miss me, come over." 　　Chen Hanlin glanced at the message, remained expressionless, and got up to leave. Only after sending the message did Zhao Ningshuang realize Chen Hanlin had already left. She felt a little better about him. He seemed like a very sensible person. Chen Hanlin's manners and speech were impeccable. Among all the men Zhao Ningshuang had met, he was the most outstanding. But for some reason, Zhao Ningshuang always felt something about Chen Hanlin that made her uncomfortable. This stemmed from a woman's sixth sense. She couldn't explain it, but she could feel it. 　　Zhao Ningshuang stood up, walked to Zhao Dongfang's side, and whispered in his ear, "Dad, I'm leaving now." 　　Zhao Dongfang nodded. He noticed his daughter seemed a little distracted and figured it was because Zhou Menglong had returned. Zhao Dongfang was quite pleased with the progress of Zhou Menglong and Zhao Ningshuang's relationship and was looking forward to their wedding after the New Year. 　　After saying goodbye to Zhao Dongfang, Zhao Ningshuang took her handbag and left the lobby, heading straight for the elevator. While waiting for the elevator, Chen Hanlin also came out. "Vice President Zhao, are you leaving?" 　　Chen Hanlin asked. "I have some things to attend to," 　　Zhao Ningshuang replied. "I also have some things to do at home. I wonder if Vice President Zhao could give me a ride home? My car broke down today and is still at the repair shop," 　　Chen Hanlin said. 　　"I don't think it's convenient," 　　Zhao Ningshuang refused without hesitation. "Vice President Qian, you can take a taxi. There are plenty of taxis available at this time," 　　Chen Hanlin smiled slightly, showing no reaction to Zhao Ningshuang's refusal. As the elevator doors opened, Chen Hanlin, with gentlemanly manners, invited Zhao Ningshuang into the elevator. Standing inside, Chen Hanlin smiled slightly and said, "It seems Vice President Zhao is preparing for a date. However, I don't think this suit is suitable for a date. I have some knowledge of fashion, and for a young woman with Vice President Zhao's figure and fair skin, a European-style casual trousers, a black turtleneck sweater, and ideally a white trench coat would better showcase her elegant气质 (qi zhi - refined and elegant demeanor)." " 　　Oh, it seems Vice President Qian is truly multi-talented, even understanding fashion. It's just a pity, I only like this suit." 　　Zhao Ningshuang's expression was displeased, and she retorted in a harsh tone, "This is my favorite outfit. I think the most important thing about clothing is that you like it. If you don't even like it yourself, why wear it out?" 　　Actually, what Chen Hanlin said earlier wasn't wrong. Zhao Ningshuang knew that perhaps the outfit Chen Hanlin suggested would suit her better than the suit she was wearing, but this outfit was a gift from Zhou Menglong, and that alone was enough. That's just how women are; once they fall for a man, they become incredibly foolish. Zhao Ningshuang was a woman too; she didn't want to hear anyone say her clothes were inappropriate. She had thought Chen Hanlin was alright a moment ago, but that feeling had completely vanished. She snorted and ignored Chen Hanlin.

Seeing Zhao Ningshuang's reaction, Chen Hanlin knew he had misspoke. He had hoped to find a topic to talk about and change Zhao Ningshuang's impression of him, but he hadn't expected it to backfire. Chen Hanlin was a worldly-wise man; he knew that if he continued, he would only further displease Zhao Ningshuang. He chuckled and remained silent. The elevator doors opened, and Zhao Ningshuang stepped out first, heading straight for the door. Chen Hanlin didn't follow, but walked slowly. His eyes, which seemed to be smiling, remained fixed on Zhao Ningshuang, his gaze moving from her legs to her back as he considered how to attract her attention.

Just as Zhao Ningshuang reached the door, she saw Zhou Menglong leaning against a pillar, his gaze casually drifting towards the door. "Zhou Menglong, why are you here so fast?"

Zhao Ningshuang asked with a pleasant tone, quite surprised to see Zhou Menglong appear before her. "I arrived a while ago, but I didn't dare go up without my wife's orders,"

Zhou Menglong chuckled, greeting Zhao Ningshuang. His sharp, eagle-like gaze swept over Zhao Ningshuang's back, noticing Chen Hanlin's ambiguous smile, and he slightly pursed his lips. Naturally, he put his right arm around Zhao Ningshuang's slender waist, asking curiously, "Ningshuang, that guy behind you seems to be someone I saw at your company last time. What does he do?" "

Our company's executive vice president, just hired,"

Zhao Ningshuang replied casually.

"Oh, I see."

Zhou Menglong didn't say anything more. As he led Zhao Ningshuang towards his Bora, he glanced casually at Chen Hanlin. The moment Chen Hanlin's eyes met Zhou Menglong's, he felt a chill run down his spine and involuntarily stopped. "Such a chilling gaze. Could this man be the fiancé of Zhao Ningshuang that Boss Zhou mentioned?"
Chen Hanlin involuntarily gasped, a vague sense that things were getting complicated. He was worried that this unsettling man was also getting involved in Yingmao Group's affairs.

"That guy is your group's executive vice president. Cough, be careful he doesn't bankrupt your company."
Zhou Menglong drove his Bora home with Zhao Ningshuang, talking about the man named Chen Hanlin as he drove. Zhao Ningshuang was in a great mood and chuckled, "Why do you say that? Although I don't like him, he's still quite good, at least better than some good-for-nothings."

This was clearly directed at Zhou Menglong, who laughed loudly, "Wife, haven't you heard of 'great wisdom appears as foolishness'? Maybe I'm a financial expert. Cough, sometimes you should know that being too famous as a financial expert isn't good these days. There's always a bunch of people fawning over you, and I'm not one to particularly like being in the spotlight, so I have to pretend to be an idiot."

Pfft! Zhao Ningshuang was amused by Zhou Menglong. She pursed her beautiful eyes, pouted her pink lips, and chuckled, "Zhou Menglong, I'm impressed. Your skin is truly unmatched. A financial expert, huh? You're more like a lying expert."

Seeing Zhao Ningshuang's laughter, Zhou Menglong smiled too. He pulled the car over to the side of the road, placed his right hand on Zhao Ningshuang's seat, and said to her side, "Wife, no matter what, I'm at least an expert."

"Yeah, you're an expert, a rascal who loves to argue."

"What? I really am an expert! I'm a weapons expert. I know all the weapons and equipment in the world inside and out, and I maintain good relationships with the militaries and weapons manufacturers of various countries. Besides weapons, I'm skilled in driving, escape, and even assassination. Back when Britain was making the 007 series, the production company specifically invited me to be a producer, but unfortunately, I didn't like making movies, so I declined."

Zhao Ningshuang looked at Zhou Menglong's serious expression and couldn't help but laugh again. She nudged Zhou Menglong in the chest and laughed, "Come on, you're really good at making up stories, making them sound so real

. I'm scared of you, you can talk without batting an eye. I almost believed you." "What I said is true,"

Zhou Menglong said, sounding rather aggrieved. "Alright, I believe you, my expert. Shall we start now?"

Zhao Ningshuang said with a smile.

Zhou Menglong then started the car, not heading towards their villa, but in the opposite direction. Zhao Ningshuang didn't notice at first, but then realized this wasn't the way home. She turned to Zhou Menglong and asked, "Where are you planning to go?"

"I suddenly changed my mind. I'm going to take you for a walk on the beach,"

Zhou Menglong said mysteriously. "

I'll give you a surprise." "A surprise?"

Zhao Ningshuang was puzzled. She couldn't imagine what kind of surprise Zhou Menglong would give her. In her memory, Zhou Menglong wasn't a romantic person. Zhao Ningshuang really couldn't understand what Zhou Menglong was up to. Zhou Menglong didn't tell Zhao Ningshuang what surprise he had in store for her along the way. After driving to the beach, instead of getting out first, he told her to wait in the car. He wouldn't let her out without his permission.

Zhou Menglong opened the trunk, carrying a cardboard box, and headed towards the beach. Zhao Ningshuang saw him bustling back and forth on the sand. Because it was night, she couldn't see clearly what he was doing. Excited and eager, she wondered what he was up to. After a while, Zhou Menglong ran to the car, opened the door, and gestured for her to get out, smiling, "Wife, please get out."

"What's going on? This is weird,"

Zhao Ningshuang muttered as she got out. "Wait!"

Zhou Menglong suddenly called out, placing one hand on Zhao Ningshuang's back and the other on her knees, then lifting her up in his arms. "What do you want to do?"

Zhao Ningshuang was picked up by Zhou Menglong, her arms naturally wrapping around his neck, her clear, beautiful eyes gazing at him shyly.

"Close your eyes. Don't peek,"

Zhou Menglong said with a chuckle. "If you peek, I'll spank your bottom."

With that, Zhou Menglong lowered his head and lightly kissed Zhao Ningshuang's delicate, alluringly fragrant skin, then strode towards the beach. Zhao Ningshuang didn't understand what Zhou Menglong wanted to do. Following his instructions, she closed her eyes, her beautiful eyelashes fluttering slightly, her heart pounding with excitement, eager to know what surprise Zhou Menglong would bring her. Her delicate body was held in Zhou Menglong's arms, and her whole heart felt as if it were held in his embrace, following him towards the beach.

When Zhou Menglong reached the beach, he put Zhao Ningshuang down, again instructing her not to open her eyes. About a minute later, Zhou Menglong returned to Zhao Ningshuang's side, put his right arm around her waist, and whispered in her ear, "Wife, you can open your eyes now."

Zhao Ningshuang slowly opened her eyes, and what she saw made her eyes widen. She saw a heart shape made of candles on the beach, illuminating the area. The heart shape, made entirely of candles, was particularly conspicuous in the darkness.

Zhou Menglong smiled and led Zhao Ningshuang to the center of the heart shape. In the candlelight, he held her hands and slowly said, "Ningshuang, I'm not good at romance, and I'm even less skilled at expressing my feelings. I've never found the right opportunity to express my love for you. Perhaps I'm just a born playboy, perhaps my past makes me seem like a rogue. But your appearance has changed my life. I feel at home, and every day with you is the happiest day of my life. Ningshuang, I want to tell you, I love you, and I hope to be with you forever, for all eternity, never to be apart." A blush, unlike anything Zhou Menglong had ever seen, spread across Zhao Ningshuang's face. Holding her hands in his, she looked at him tenderly and shyly asked, "Is this a proposal?"

"Of course."

Zhou Menglong released Zhao Ningshuang's hand, took out the diamond ring he had bought that afternoon from his pocket, opened the box, and took out the ring. "Ningshuang. This is my gift."

Zhao Ningshuang blushed and lowered her head, extending her right hand and nodding slightly. Zhou Menglong put the diamond ring on Zhao Ningshuang's left ring finger, which is traditionally a symbol of marriage. Although Zhao Ningshuang understood this, she didn't object. She and Zhou Menglong had already set a wedding date, so she didn't mind him wearing the ring on her ring finger. After

putting on the ring, Zhou Menglong wrapped his arms around Zhao Ningshuang's waist and slowly lowered his head. Zhao Ningshuang tilted her head up slightly, closing her eyes. Their lips met, and they kissed passionately. Tonight was Zhao Ningshuang's happiest night; she accepted Zhou Menglong's proposal. Even Zhao Ningshuang herself hadn't expected to accept becoming Zhou Menglong's wife so readily. That's how love is; when you meet that destined person in your life, all your previous thoughts change.

With a sweet smile, Zhao Ningshuang pushed open the villa door. She immediately saw Wu Ma sitting on the living room sofa watching TV. Zhao Ningshuang sat beside Wu Ma like a little girl, deliberately waving her left hand in front of Wu Ma. How could Wu Ma not see the ring? Smiling, she asked, "Miss, did Mr. Zhou give this to you?"

"Yes, Wu Ma, don't you think this ring is pretty?"

Zhao Ningshuang waved it in front of her, her face beaming with a smile that seemed never to fade.

"Of course it's pretty! It's the most beautiful piece of jewelry a woman can have,"

Wu Ma laughed. "Where's Mr. Zhou? Why didn't he come back with you?"

Before Wu Ma could finish speaking, Zhou Menglong pushed open the door and walked in. Zhou Menglong was holding a phone, answering a call. Seeing Wu Ma and Zhao Ningshuang chatting in the living room, he took the phone away from his mouth and chuckled, "Yulong called to ask me something, I'll go upstairs first."

With that, he headed straight upstairs.

Wu Ma looked at Zhao Ningshuang's face, which was filled with a woman's blissful smile, and said, "Miss, you'll be someone's wife soon. You should learn more about how to keep a man's heart."

"Keep a man's heart?"

Zhao Ningshuang retorted. "Yes,"

Wu Ma smiled, "I have a secret technique here, waiting to pass it on to you when you get married. If you ask me, I'll tell you now, and I guarantee Mr. Zhou will only think of you from now on."
As she spoke, Wu Ma whispered in Zhao Ningshuang's ear. "Wu Ma, I'm not wearing it!"

Zhao Ningshuang shook her head vigorously after hearing this.

She muttered, "How embarrassing!" Zhao Ningshuang suddenly looked at Wu Ma, a mischievous smile on her face, and said, "Wu Ma, did you wear those?"
Hearing Zhao Ningshuang's question, Wu Ma blushed and silently nodded. Zhao Ningshuang grinned mischievously and said, "Wu Ma, why don't you take out those sexy lingeries and let me see them?"

Even Zhao Ningshuang herself felt embarrassed after saying that.

When Yu Long called Zhou Menglong, he was sitting in his newly bought villa. He had just moved in that afternoon; it was also in the Nanshan villa district, but far from Zhou Menglong's villa. "Boss, I took care of that old woman..."

Yu Long briefly recounted the events to Zhou Menglong, including disposing of the body. Zhou Menglong knew Yu Long too well and wasn't surprised by Yu Long's ruthlessness. He was now a little worried about whether Zhou Xiaodong knew that Yu Long had killed Zhou Xiaodong's second aunt. "

Yulong

, did you leave any trouble after dealing with that woman?"

Zhou Menglong asked. "This is China, unlike back in Africa where you can kill a few people and nobody cares. Here, lives are at stake. Leaving even a trace can easily cause unnecessary trouble."

"Boss, don't you trust me? I disposed of Meng Xuezhi's bodies and those guys' bodies in the mainland perfectly. Even if someone finds them, no, the DNA won't be able to identify them. As for that despicable old woman, I killed her in her house. Nobody found out. I faked it as a gas explosion. I believe that old woman is already burned to a crisp by now."

"You'd better watch out and don't cause me any more trouble,"

Zhou Menglong cautioned worriedly. "I'm always worried that the police will be watching you. That would be difficult for me. Oh, and I want to remind you, don't go after the police, especially not the policewomen. Damn it, I'm afraid if you get angry, you'll kill my police friend."

"Could it be the boss's lover?"

Yu Long's hearty laughter came through the phone, making Zhou Menglong frown. He complained into the phone, "Can't you stop laughing into the phone? It's so grating. Okay, I'm not talking to you anymore, I have things to do."

"Alright, boss, I have some things to take care of these few days. I won't contact you unless it's something. I'll let you know after I've sorted things out."

Zhou Menglong nodded and agreed, "Okay."

He then hung up. Zhou Menglong changed into his pajamas, grabbed a towel, and walked out of the bedroom. He was exhausted after a long day and felt sticky all over, so he decided to take a shower. But just as he reached the bathroom door, he saw it open. Zhao Ningshuang, who had already showered, was heading back to her room. The two met at the bathroom door. "Smells so good,"
Zhou Menglong deliberately brought his nose close to Zhao Ningshuang's face and sniffed, grinning as he spoke.

Zhao Ningshuang didn't argue with Zhou Menglong because of his behavior. Instead, she said gently, "You're just being cheeky."

Then she stepped aside and walked past him. Watching Zhao Ningshuang's retreating figure, Zhou Menglong scratched his head and said, puzzled, "Is that randomly bought diamond ring really that useful? If I had known it was so useful, I would have bought a hundred or two more. If any woman ever gets angry with me, I could just pull one out."

Zhou Menglong took his time showering, staying in the bathroom for over an hour before leisurely emerging. He wasn't wearing pajamas, just a pair of undergarments, and strolled back to the bedroom. As soon

as he entered the bedroom and closed the door, he turned around and was startled to see Zhao Ningshuang, still in her pajamas, already lying on his bed. Zhao Ningshuang, her hair still slightly damp, lay half-on onto Zhou Menglong's pillow and the other half draped over her shoulder. She lay on her side, her loose pajamas revealing a perfectly alluring silhouette, her delicate, white feet peeking out, her toes playfully wiggling.

Zhao Ningshuang rested her cheek on her right hand, her eyes fixed on a fashion magazine in front of her, flipping through it casually. When she saw Zhou Menglong walk in wearing only his undergarments, she froze. "Oh no, I've got the wrong room!"

Zhou Menglong slapped his forehead and quickly turned to leave, but as soon as he turned around, he saw his clothes hanging in the corner. Now Zhou Menglong was truly bewildered; this was clearly his room, so how could Zhao Ningshuang be here?

Zhou Menglong turned back, a towel in his hand, and asked uncertainly, "Wife, have I gotten the wrong room?"
Zhou Menglong wore only a close-fitting garment, his strong body completely exposed to Zhao Ningshuang's eyes, his muscular physique exuding masculinity. Zhao Ningshuang's gaze was completely drawn to Zhou Menglong's powerful physique; girls are always attracted to strong men, and Zhao Ningshuang was no exception. Zhou Menglong appeared refined and gentle, and no one would have guessed that beneath his quiet exterior lay such a strong body. The muscles that highlighted his masculine power, the bronze-colored skin, all of which shocked Zhao Ningshuang's budding heart. Zhao Ningshuang was awakened by Zhou Menglong's voice, only then realizing that she was lying on Zhou Menglong's bed, gazing at his almost naked body. The girl's shyness made Zhao Ningshuang say in a coquettish voice, "Hurry up and put on some clothes, it looks awful."

Saying this, she shifted her gaze to her magazine, but she secretly glanced at Zhou Menglong's body out of the corner of her eye, her heart pounding like a deer.

"This is my bedroom, it's normal for me to take off all my clothes,"

Zhou Menglong complained, rather annoyed. He picked up a shirt, draped it over his shoulders, and got into bed. Zhao Ningshuang saw that Zhou Menglong was only wearing a shirt, and it was open, without even being buttoned up. She quickly sat up, complaining, "It looks awful, I'm going back, I'm ignoring you."

"Wife, why are you leaving? It's rare for you to come to my room, let's chat,"

Zhou Menglong said, feigning a lecherous look, grabbing Zhao Ningshuang and pressing her onto the bed. Zhao Ningshuang blushed, and as Zhou Menglong pulled her down onto the bed, she raised her two jade-like legs, glaring wildly at Zhou Menglong's chest. She repeatedly cried out, "You're a big pervert, help me, help me!"

Zhao Ningshuang was joking, crying out in a coquettish voice while laughing and gently nudging Zhou Menglong's chest with her small, delicate, baby-like feet. Zhou Menglong knew Zhao Ningshuang was just fooling around. Although Zhao Ningshuang's strength was negligible in his eyes, he couldn't use too much force to avoid hurting her. With a push from Zhao Ningshuang, Zhou Menglong reached the bedside.

This time, Zhou Menglong took off his shirt and walked barefoot around the bed, grinning, "Hmph. Don't give me a chance, or I'll spank you. You're being naughty."

Zhao Ningshuang bent over on the bed, her legs bent, her feet pointing towards Zhou Menglong, following his movements. She chuckled, "You wish! I won't catch you."

Zhao Ningshuang was wearing loose pajamas. With her legs bent, the pink undergarments between her thighs were revealed. Zhou Menglong saw it clearly, a patch of pink between her two snow-white thighs. Zhou Menglong felt a burning desire within him, and his lower body involuntarily reacted, erecting itself. "Don't let me catch you."
Zhou Menglong said, reaching out to grab Zhao Ningshuang's wrists. Zhao Ningshuang's two long, beautiful legs flailed wildly, her delicate pink feet dangling in front of Zhou Menglong. Zhou Menglong didn't dare to force her, afraid of hurting Zhao Ningshuang, so he changed his position and grabbed her again.

This time, Zhou Menglong finally caught Zhao Ningshuang firmly, his two ankles gently held in his hands. Then, Zhou Menglong pressed his entire body against Zhao Ningshuang's. Almost body to body, Zhao Ningshuang's eyes were languid, her chest heaving violently. Zhou Menglong lowered his head and kissed her passionately.

Zhao Ningshuang's delicate body moved beneath Zhou Menglong, she felt the protrusion of his lower body pressing hard against her most precious place. It was hot, like being scalded. Zhao Ningshuang instantly felt a burning sensation in her lower body. She stretched out her two pink arms and tightly gripped Zhou Menglong's back. Her lips were pressed tightly against Zhou Menglong's lips. Zhou Menglong's large hand slipped inside Zhao Ningshuang's nightgown, moving from the outside of her pink thighs to the inside. The area he had longed for but dared not touch was now right before him. Without hesitation, Zhou Menglong pressed his hand down.

Zhao Ningshuang let out a soft moan, gripping Zhou Menglong's hand tightly against her most beautiful area, refusing to let him go any further. Zhou Menglong couldn't go any further. Although his large hand was completely on Zhao Ningshuang's undergarments, he didn't go any further. Despite Zhao Ningshuang's resistance, his hand merely rubbed up and down through her clothing. Even so, Zhao Ningshuang had already reacted intensely, her pink undergarments quickly becoming wet.

Just as Zhou Menglong's large hand and Zhao Ningshuang's hands intertwined around her lower body, Zhou Menglong's lips left Zhao Ningshuang's lips and kissed her delicate neck. The nightgown, now pulled down to below her chest, bunched up beneath Zhao Ningshuang's breasts, revealing her proud, firm breasts to Zhou Menglong. "Wife, let's get married now,"

Zhou Menglong said, pulling his lips away from her neck, swallowing hard, staring at her high, firm breasts with burning desire.

Zhao Ningshuang was already in a daze, but a sliver of clarity allowed her to say with difficulty, "Zhou Menglong, do you remember what you promised me?"

"Of course I remember, but tonight you seduced me,"

Zhou Menglong said. "I want my man to be a man of his word,"

Zhao Ningshuang said with difficulty. "I once had a dream where my prince charming would personally dress me in a wedding gown, the floor covered with roses, and we would have our wedding in a sea of flowers, becoming his wife."
Zhou Menglong swallowed hard, then suddenly jumped off the bed and rushed into the bathroom.

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