Chapter 10 (1/2)

“CHAPTER 10: FREE

FOOD”

“Go get mixed in the crowd and sneak into the hotel when

there are so many people right now. We won’t find a table to sit if we’re

late.” Liu Biao saw a few men come in, wearing a suit but still looked like a

gangster. He suddenly realized that Zhang Yang looked different so he

immediately pulled him to the side.

“Whose men are you?”

Just then, more than a dozen strong looking men in a black

suit arrived at the doorway. The suit they wore was nothing like the one that

Liu Biao was wearing. You could tell that the suit must have cost at least

several thousands of Yuan just by looking at the fabric.

“I am … I am Liu Biao ….”Liu Biao stuttered.

“I asked whose underling are you?” A man in the suit said

with a cold face.

“I am … Xiao … … no… … I … … He, he … I know him….” Liu Biao

stammered as he caught a sight of a middle aged man wearing a white suit coming

over, and he didn’t know the reason why but he felt like if he found a savior.

“Do you know the seventh brother?” The black suited man’s

face looked discolored with astonishment but his eyes still had a trace of

suspicion looking at Liu Biao’s suit and filthy Zhang Yang. At that time Zhang

yang was wis.h.i.+ng to find a slight chance to get out from that situation. All

along he believed that Liu Biao usually come here to eat and pay with the red

envelope, and he just realized that people actually didn’t recognize him.

“Yes, that’s right! I know him.” Liu Biao babbled.

Just at that moment the middle aged man in the white suit

slowly walked over surrounded with more than ten bodyguards. At the first

impression, the middle aged man had a well maintained skin, so good looking

that people couldn’t tell if he was in his thirties or forties just by looking

at his face. He appeared a little thin and frail for someone in his age.

“Seventh Brother!” A dozen of people wearing black suit

standing at the door, shouted in unison, bowed their head, with face full of

respect.

“Well, what’s wrong?” said the middle aged man, the seventh

brother, with a gentle smile on his face but his whole body revealed a kind of

superior momentum.

Although his facial expression was calm, Zhang Yang felt a

tremendous amount of spiritual pressure.”

“Do you know me?”

The gentle eyes of the middle aged man suddenly became cold,

his pupil dilated as he looked at Liu Biao. The atmosphere became cold at an

instant. The depressed sensation made Zhang Yang feel suffocated in general,

all the fine hairs of his body standing erect and his fingers tightly closed

together. The middle aged man emitted a dangerous aura so that his entire

presence felt like a stretched bow. (Literally comparing with weapons,

stretched bow: don’t know when the arrow gets released)

“I … uh I… I saw you at the ‘Duck King’.” Liu Biao said with

a long face. He had never imagined that it would be incredibly hard to sneak

into, just to see his idol, yet he’d be easily killed if he dare to do anything

suspicious.

“That's it! you merely just saw me?” The middle aged man

started laughing and the heavy atmosphere suddenly disappeared. Zhang Yang also

felt a sigh of relief. This middle aged man had an overwhelming pressure ten

times more than that of five trained men, therefore, he did not like even the

slightest bit of this sensation.

“Yes, … Let me go in, Boss is my idol, I came to take a look