"Could it be that God favored a poor boy like me?" Zhou Yang looked up at the night sky at a 45-degree angle and asked the most unnutritious question ever.
After getting in the car, Zhou Yang didn't take the Swiss Gold Card too seriously in his pocket. If it were another person with a lot of money, he would never be able to drive on the road so calmly. At this time, Zhou Yang was still worried.
If the injury on the master's body really exists, he is willing to exchange 120 million for Mr. Qiao's health.
The Land Rover was driving slowly on the wide road. At this moment, two black BMWs passed by Zhou Yang's car, one on the left and one on the right, and drove quickly forward, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Looking at the traffic lights on the roadside, Zhou Yang wondered for a while: Are all the traffic policemen in Country M vegetarian? Are they off duty at this time?
Thinking of this, Zhou Yang exerted force on his feet, and the Land Rover quickly drove forward.
After about ten minutes, the car drove out of the downtown area. On the street outside, you could vaguely see scantily clad street girls, doing various flirty poses.
At this moment, a large fire suddenly rose on the road ahead, and Zhou Yang's eyes lit up with red light from the disaster. He accelerated and drove forward. When he was still dozens of meters away from the fire, a burst of machine gun fire
The clicking sound reached Zhou Yang's ears.
Zhou Yang frowned, was he filming a movie?
Slowly stopping the car, turning off the engine and lights, Zhou Yang relied on his keen sense of hearing to hear some chaotic sounds. He could probably tell that there were at least three people who fired the gun, and he was not sure whether there were any passengers in the BMW in front of him.
people.
Zhou Yang slowly moved forward and approached. With his eyes that were better than night vision devices in the night, he first saw a tall man stuck in the back seat of the deformed Rolls-Royce Phantom next to him.
Man, Zhou Yang's eyes narrowed. Isn't that man the old black man at the gambling table?
There were two men behind the Rolls-Royce, holding guns and struggling to resist the tall men outside, but it looked like they wouldn't be able to hold on for long.
Zhou Yang bent his back and struggled through the ditch on the roadside, running directly behind the two BMWs at extremely fast speeds.
One of the men heard a noise behind him and turned around just in time to see Zhou Yang, who was about to jump up. The man shouted, and the other two instantly swept towards Zhou Yang with their swords in hand.
At this time, it was too late to think too much. Zhou Yang's pupils were instantly filled with blood, and his body turned into an afterimage, attacking directly towards the three people in an S-shaped trajectory.
Bang bang bang, three muffled sounds, the three men were hit in the temple by Zhou Yang almost at the same time, and fell softly to the ground.
Zhou Yang stopped and took a look at the two BMWs. After confirming that no one was inside, he shouted to the deformed Rolls-Royce: "Old madman, it's safe now. Come out!"
Two heads popped up from behind the car and found that there was no sound outside. One of them walked out cautiously. When he saw a few people lying on the ground and Zhou Yang standing in the middle of the road, he shouted to the back.
Another man helped the old black man out and the Rolls-Royce Phantom worth tens of millions turned into a piece of scrap metal. Zhou Yang was a little puzzled.
When the old man saw that the person who saved him was actually the young man who was at the gambling table before, he suddenly grinned. In the dark night, it was quite scary to see a black man suddenly showing his white teeth.
"Young man, thank you for saving me. My name is Bardolph. Can you come and sit at my house tonight? I don't even know how to thank you!" the old black man said, laughing and talking, not watching at all.
Those who came out were those who had just climbed out of the line between life and death.
Zhou Yang thought for a while and smiled: "No, I have to go back to take care of Master, tomorrow!"
Bardolph took out a card from his pocket. There was a phone number printed on the purple and gold background, but nothing else.
"Make this call tomorrow and I will give you warm hospitality. By the way, I don't know your name yet?" Bardolph asked with a smile.
"My name is Zhou Yang, okay, I will definitely go to your house for a big meal tomorrow!" After Zhou Yang took the business card, he turned around and got into the Land Rover. His hand shook and he almost threw away Bardolph's business card.
Looking at the taillights of the Land Rover going away, Bardolph touched his chin and asked the two men beside him: "Did you see his figure clearly when he just saved us?"
Both of them shook their heads.
"Haha, it is indeed the mysterious East! Go back and treat this interesting boy well tomorrow!" Bardolph said and looked into the distance, and saw a small helicopter flying slowly towards this direction.
It was past ten o'clock in the evening when Zhou Yang returned to the villa. He walked straight into Mr. Qiao's room. Seeing that Mr. Qiao was still half-lying and not asleep, Zhou Yang stepped forward and asked: "Master, do you want to eat something?"
Shall I get it for you?"
Mr. Qiao smiled and said, "Can you still cook?"
"Of course, when I was a kid, I cooked at home alone, but we used a stove at that time and burned dry wood under it. Whatever Master wants to eat, I'll make it for you!" Zhou Yang said with a smile and patted his chest.
"Forget it, just chat with me, what did you do tonight?"
"It's nothing. I walked around and went to the casino. I just saved an old man named Dafu on the way back!" Zhou Yang casually recounted the events of the day.
"What? Who did you say you saved?" Mr. Qiao suddenly sat up and coughed twice.
Zhou Yang stepped forward quickly, patted Mr. Qiao's back gently, took out the business card from his pocket, and placed it on the quilt: "Master, he is an old man named Bardolph. He lost tens of millions.
Give it to me, and then I save it, and even invite me to dinner tomorrow!"
After hearing this, Mr. Qiao turned to look at Zhou Yang, his eyes full of admiration, and nodded: "Yes, I, Qiao Yunjia, did not misjudge the person, and you were not blinded by money. Zhou Yang, I have to tell you as a teacher.
, Bardolph is not a simple old man, he is an extremely powerful figure in Las Vegas and even in the entire country M!"
"Ah? This old man is so powerful?" Zhou Yang exclaimed.
"Haha, you will know later, it's getting late, go and rest quickly!"
After Zhou Yang left Mr. Qiao's room, a figure appeared in front of Mr. Qiao's bed. It was the short old man who had helped Zhou Yang gain hundreds of millions of dollars.
He bowed and said: "Royal Leader, the mission has been completed!"
Mr. Qiao frowned and shouted: "Langjiu, you are not much younger than me. Don't make so many rules. Tell me, how is my apprentice?"
The short old man whom Mr. Qiao called Langjiu suddenly stood up and smiled, his mustache trembling: "Your Majesty, to be honest, as long as this kid doesn't go astray, he will definitely have a bright future!"
Mr. Qiao's eyes flashed and he said happily: "Since you said so, let's see what happens to this kid in the future. Ahem... Come on, help me stabilize my inner breath!"
Zhou Yang was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. It was broad daylight in China at this time. Bored, he called Xiao Wei and then chatted with Peng Yihu for a while before slowly falling asleep.