C17 (1/2)

Li Dao couldn't help but laugh inwardly when he saw Xue Kun's actions. He really was a scoundrel. It was already a miracle that he could survive until today.

Zhou Jian and the other two people, who had been busy cheering for the singing lady on stage, reacted by quickly running behind Li Dao and standing up straight.

Li Dao didn't care much about the trio's behavior. As youngsters, who wouldn't be dazzled by their beauty?

With a polite smile on his face, Li Dao replied, ”I'm just a hooligan right now, aren't you asking Uncle Kun for a bite to eat?”

After a while, he calmed down. After all, he still had seven or eight bodyguards with him.

A hand grabbed the dancer's arm and pulled her back into his embrace, a lewd smile on her face.

”I was wondering what kind of person it was. So they're actually here to ask me for food. ”I, Fresh Kun, have been in this Great Shanghai for half my life and have gone through many bloody battles in order to attain my current status.”

As he spoke, his eyebrows began to rise, and he became increasingly proud of himself.

However, he did not realize that the woman in his arms was obviously disgusted with him.

Li Dao almost laughed out loud. This old bastard was too shameless. What kind of status do you have?

However, in the end, the inner activities were still the inner activities. On the surface, no one dishonored him.

”Yes, yes, Uncle Kun is right.” When you mentioned your Uncle Kun in Shanghai, who doesn't know who doesn't know who? ”

Naturally, Li Dao was unable to say such disgusting words. He could only let Niu Sanguang do it.

Under the constant barrage of flattery, Fresh Keng felt as if he was floating in the air.

These two people were so disgusting that even the way Zhou Jian and Wang Li looked at Niu Sanguang changed.