Gu Shuhan really felt that his mom was so naggy, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes; he said he needed to pee, he was about to pee himself.
"Need to pee." Reluctantly, he had to speak up again.
"What are you waiting for, he said he needs to pee." By the side, Su Peng was getting anxious, didn’t Xiaofeng hear it? Dabao said he needs to pee.
"Right, right." Xiaofeng had not expected, her boy and girl twins were not taking the usual path; they could speak as soon as they opened their mouths, could it be because she absorbed a lot of Spiritual Energy during her pregnancy?
After helping Dabao pee, Xiaofeng kissed Dabao’s cheek: "So you were acting cool, were you trying to scare your mom to death, you little rascal."
Usually silent, but able to speak up as soon as they opened their mouths.
They were just so young, wouldn’t they scare people if they were outside?
Dabao felt his face wet with drool, he wanted to say, he didn’t like people kissing him, his face was all drool, he really didn’t like it.
Forget it, let mom do whatever she likes, just continue sleeping.
"I just knew it, looking at these two kids, so much like Fairy Children, how could there be any problem." Su Peng chuckled.
Xiaofeng, holding Dabao, also smiled: "This child is so aloof, doesn’t speak until he does, and then he surprises me big time. This temperament won’t be pleasing when he grows up."
"Pleasing, why wouldn’t he be pleasing." Su Peng looked at Dabao: "A man should do great things quietly, there’s no need for so much idle talk, we men are not like your women, always loving to chatter, a man should be like Dabao, silent until when he speaks, it’s extraordinary."
Dabao thought it was so noisy outside, he just wanted to sleep, but his mom, uncle, and grandma kept talking by his side.
Couldn’t they just let him sleep in peace?
"Right, right, Pengzi is right. Boys shouldn’t talk so much, like Ye Cheng, he also doesn’t talk much, but he is a man who does great things." Ye Cheng, before getting along well with Xiaofeng, who would dare to chat with him for no reason? He wasn’t much of a talker and didn’t smile much; just like Dabao now, indifferent.
When it came to Ye Cheng, He Ximei inevitably felt a bit choked up: "Ye Cheng was such a good man, saved so many people, but couldn’t save himself."
Such a good son-in-law, gone just like that.
"Mom." Su Peng tensely glanced at Xiaofeng, warningly looking at his mom.
Xiaofeng’s expression remained unchanged: "It was my fault."
"Have you guys heard, the Dragon King has returned." Wolfman’s subordinates, hurriedly gathered at the headquarters: "Heard that last night, wiped out a den in the Western District, those guys from the Western District, got beaten miserably."
Wolfman’s wrist was tattooed with a wolf’s head which was next to a child, one side terrifying, the other cute, forming a contrast.
Wolfman was tall, probably about six foot three, not very old, just in his early thirties, rose to his position by being steady, accurate and ruthless.
Of course, a person like him couldn’t just have one identity.
Living in the shadows, unable to step into the light but also needed a legit business to launder his name, in public, he owned a dance hall in the Imperial Capital.
He sat in a Taishi Chair, and his subordinates immediately lit a cigarette for him. As he watched those who entered, after creating a fog for a while, he finally asked slowly: "Who did you say is back?"
"Boss, it’s Dragon King. The Dragon King who took on Fat Cattle alone bare-handed five years ago. At that time, there were over a hundred people on Fat Cattle’s side, and it was just him. Then everyone on Fat Cattle’s side went down." That incident was quite sensational at the time, everyone in the underworld knew about it.
Wolfman, of course, knew Dragon King; they had even challenged each other back then.
If he hadn’t fought with him, he wouldn’t be the perennial second-best now, while Dragon King was the top.
"Haven’t seen him for years; he’s finally willing to show up. Where is he at? I want to meet him." It’s been years, who knows who’s tougher now.
"Boss." A woman among Wolfman’s followers stepped forward, with big wavy hair and a sexy figure. She sat on Wolfman’s lap, a smug smile on her face, "Boss, no matter how tough Dragon King is, he’s still a man. Let me meet him first; maybe you won’t even need to step in, and he’ll already become my loyal servant under my skirt."
The woman was one of Wolfman’s mistresses, named Feifei. She had some skills, so Wolfman kept her around.
Wolfman blew a puff of smoke in her face; the woman circled his neck, giggling, "Boss, what do you say, huh? Let me go meet him. What man isn’t lecherous, right? I believe my charm is up to the task; getting this Dragon King will definitely be a piece of cake."
"Are you sure you want to go?"
"Go, of course, I’ll go." Feifei had heard about Dragon King’s looks, almost as tall as Wolfman, with a strong build, loved wearing black trench coats, with a knife scar on the back of his head, fearsome like a centipede.
"Fine, you go and test the waters with this Dragon King." Wolfman took a deep drag, blowing it in Feifei’s face: "If you can handle Dragon King, I’ll marry you."
Feifei giggled again, "Boss, don’t worry. I can guarantee, I’ll definitely be your wife."
A man sat in the most luxurious and popular nightclub in the Imperial Capital, drinking the trendiest cocktail.
An Yi sat next to him, scanning the room with a smile, "Boss, there are plenty of beauties here. Just look at them twisting their little waists, tsk tsk."
The man took a sip of his drink and asked softly, "If you’re interested, you can go dance with someone."
"Hehe, you know me, I’ve got the desire but not the courage. Besides, we’re here on business, not to pick up chicks; just looking is enough." An Yi withdrew his gaze, noticing someone coming their way: "Boss, a chick is heading this way."
The man took another sip of his drink and stayed silent.
At the next table, a commotion suddenly started.
A young master picked up his cup and splashed a glass of liquor on the woman across: "You bitch, I gave you the honor of drinking with me. Don’t get too arrogant, or it’ll be worthless, right?"
The woman was soaked in liquor, tears of grievance in her eyes: "Sir, I am just a waitress here, we do not provide companionship for drinking."
"Oh really, putting on airs in front of me? To put it nicely, you’re a waitress, to put it poorly, you still do whatever those with money tell you to."
"Sir, it’s my first day on the job, and it was agreed before I started that I wouldn’t serve drinks. If you don’t believe me, you can ask the manager. I really don’t serve drinks." The woman was wearing the uniform, and her figure was very appealing; she looked down, her face quite attractive.
Tears welled in the woman’s eyes as she spoke and looked up, apparently searching for the manager.
"Screw you." The man was very bad-tempered and raised his foot to kick.
The woman was kicked, stumbled, and fell directly towards the man in black. An Yi watched the woman falling over, his mouth agape, unsure whether to warn his boss.