Seeing Luo Yu wolfing down the food, Miao Xinghai felt relieved. Three years had not worn away his spirit, which was good news for him.
"Come on, I'm still waiting to go back and finish the meal." Luo Yu swallowed a mango in two mouthfuls and picked up a bunch of grapes.
"Tang Feng was assassinated last month." Miao Xinghai said, looking up at Luo Yu and waiting for his reaction.
Tang Feng is Tang Tingting's father, Miao Xinghai's eldest son-in-law, and now the president of Miao Group.
Luo Yu stopped stuffing grapes into his mouth and slowly sat up straight: "Is he okay? Has the murderer been found?"
"No one was injured, but the bodyguard was shot three times and died on the spot. The murderer has not been found. According to the intelligence passed down below, many forces now want to enter Zhonghai and share this piece of fat."
"You can't handle it, right?" Luo Yu glanced sideways at Miao Xinghai, "Don't let me look down on you, old man."
Miao Xinghai was not unhappy because of Luo Yu's words. He touched the teacup and a flash of light flashed in his eyes: "I haven't done anything big in the past few years. These brats just thought I had retired. I will naturally handle these things. What you have to do
Just to protect Tingting’s safety.”
Seeing Luo Yu's indifferent expression, Miao Xinghai said calmly: "If anything happens to Tingting, I guarantee you won't be able to walk out of Zhonghai alive."
"I know." Luo Yu tugged at her ears, "If you don't want me to protect you, you don't know how many people you have arranged around her."
Miao Xinghai snorted and threw a stack of stapled sheets to Luo Yu: "After you left, Zhonghai's power was re-divided. Many old people have washed their hands. Most of them are young people now and they probably don't know you. This is their fault."
The list will be helpful to you."
Luo Yu took it and flipped it through roughly, and happened to see the word "skinhead" on it. Thinking of the bald young man who was beaten into a pig's head by him in Fox River Prison, he asked: "What's going on with the skinheads?"
"It's a gang that rose up last year. Ask Shusheng Liang for details." Seeing Luo Yu's confused look, Miao Xinghai added, "It's the fat man who brought you here."
"That fat man is called a scholar? Hahaha." Luo Yu laughed wildly and grabbed a durian on the table, "Ask the fat man to take me to the city."
"Just tell him yourself. He can rest assured." Miao Xinghai suddenly remembered something, "Oh, Tingting should be at school now. You can go find her after transfer."
"That girl...is she growing well?"
"Go to hell." Miao Xinghai threw the coaster over, "You are not allowed to touch her! Otherwise I will castrate you."
"You just called me grandson-in-law, and I take it as your acquiescence. Can you touch me?"
"That's a joke. Anyway, you pervert are not allowed to touch her. I don't know what kind of virtue you have?"
Seeing that Miao Xinghai was trying to throw the coffee table over, Luo Yu quickly ran out of the room and weighed the durian in his hands: "I'll rely on you to relieve my boredom on the way."
Calling Fatty Liang, the two of them took Miao Xinghai's Bentley and drove around the city. Luo Yu's mouth was never idle, and she wanted to stuff her whole head into the durian shell and gnaw on it.
The carriage was full of stench, but Fatty Liang couldn't say anything, so he could only pretend to be nonchalant and introduce the changes in Zhonghai City to Luo Yu, which big brother owned such-and-such street, and who was covering such-and-such restaurant.
Luo Yu didn't listen to a word anyway. As long as I protect that little girl Tang Tingting, why should I care about such nonsense?