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