There was no change on Baru's handsome face, and his eyes were indifferent.
The women in the room looked at him like wolves looking at meat.
The man dusted off his cigarette ashes, reached into his waist and took out his M1911 rifle, placed it on the coffee table in front of him, and then took out two dozen US dollars.
"One bite from Commander Peng, one piece. Take off one piece of his clothing, ten pieces. Whoever sleeps with him in front of us, we'll take all of them."
The surrounding noise was first quiet for a moment, and then everyone started to cheer, and the atmosphere instantly reached a climax.
The girl next to Zhan Peng took advantage of him not being able to react, pounced on him and kissed him, took a dollar from the table and stuffed it into her bra, then raised her legs and sat on Zhan Peng's thighs.
Zhan Peng suddenly jumped up from the sofa and said, "Stay the fuck away from me."
The furious man wiped his face fiercely and pointed at Balu, "You bastard, you are really something." Then he turned and left the box.
Baru raised an eyebrow with a wicked smile on his face. "Commander Zhan Peng is shy. I'll go and talk him over. Everyone, have fun. All your expenses tonight will be charged to my account."
Everyone had almost finished drinking, and they all expressed their gratitude when they heard this.
The girls took the tip from him and saluted with their hands clasped together.
"I have served the superiors well. There will be tips tomorrow." After he said that, he nodded and left.
In the SUV, when Balu opened the door, Zhan Peng was smoking angrily.
"Did you do this on purpose?" The smoking man glared at him, wishing he could kick him out.
"If you're not blind, you should be able to tell whether I did it on purpose or not." Baru said lazily.
"Baru, how could I become a brother with such a black-hearted bastard like you? I'm so damn unlucky."
"You talk as if you don't want to. Didn't you almost sleep with that Su guy? Why are you pretending to be a chaste person now?" Balu took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, glancing at his good brother.
"I didn't sleep, did I? Who the hell did I do that for?" Zhan Peng kicked him. "Move away, don't get close to me. I'm so annoying."
"This is my car. If you feel too crowded, go to your own car." Baru glared at him.
"If I trick you, at most you'll just end up laughing. But if you trick me, you'll be screwing me to death, huh? And your wife, she definitely knows something. I'm telling you, Aaron, don't let me find out, otherwise—"
"What else can you do?" Baruchen's eyes were as dark and fierce as a knife. "You can only stare at me for a second, what else do you want?"
"When the time comes for you to beg me, Balu, I'll be waiting." Zhan Peng was furious and didn't want to say another word to him. He smoked angrily.
Biaozi had long been accustomed to the two people's bickering, and listened to music the whole time. When the two people calmed down, he turned up the music to the maximum. He was bombarded by rock music all the way to a street, turned into the not-so-wide road, and parked the car in front of a house.
This is an ordinary self-built three-story building. From the outside, it blends in with the surrounding houses and there is no difference. Anti-theft nets are installed high on the walls, and each window is fenced with the thickest steel bars welded together. This is the standard configuration of local residential buildings in Daqili. Even the doors are bulletproof.
There were messy electrical wires hanging on the outside wall of the second floor, and the paint had even fallen off in some places.
Zhan Peng frowned in disdain, "You said you bought a house, and this is what you bought? Baru, is your daughter really that stingy? She doesn't even give you any pocket money?"
"My wife is very generous, you know nothing."
Baru glared at him with disdain, tossed the key to Biaozi to open the door, and said as he walked in, "My wife said, 'A great recluse lives in seclusion in the city,' which means that if you blend in with the crowd, you won't attract attention. What do you, a rough fellow, know?"
This house looks ordinary from the outside, but it is full of wonders inside.
It is three times the size of other ordinary houses. It is connected vertically to the inside and the front and back roads. It can be said that if there is any movement at the front door, the people inside can go out directly from the back door and leave from another road.
What's more, there are well-developed underground passages inside the houses, leading directly to the outside of the city.
Zhan Peng went in and looked at the structure inside. He was surprised and said, "Whoever built this house must be a genius."
"Ten years ago, there was a wealthy Chinese businessman in Daqili named Su Zhili. Do you remember him?" Balu sat on the sofa in the living room and asked lazily.
"Yeah, I've heard of it. Didn't they say he was killed while fighting for territory?" Zhan Peng picked up the fruit on the table and took a bite.
"Well, this house was built by him before, and then it changed hands several times. I bought it some time ago." Balu put out his cigarette, put his long legs on the sofa, and lay down to stretch his muscles.
"If you have nothing to do, just go back. Why are you staying here with me?"
"I'll be alone when I go back, so I'll just have to make do with you." Zhan Peng also lay down shamelessly.
"I don't want to make do with you, get out," Baru said impatiently. "You don't have a wife, but I do. I even want to video chat with my wife."
"Why are you bringing up such a big issue? There are so many houses here, and I still have to share a bed with you?" Zhan Peng gave him a disgusted look, "You're so beautiful, yet I still find it disgusting."
At this time, Balu's cell phone rang. It was a video call from Nanxi.
The man was too lazy to pay attention to him and said, "Find a place to sleep." Then he took his cell phone and went upstairs.
"Baby." His voice was completely devoid of the irritation from before.
Zhan Peng took two deep breaths and watched his good brother walk into the bedroom and close the door. Suddenly, his chest felt blocked and he couldn't breathe. He took two deep puffs of his cigarette, crushed the cigarette butt, and lay back on the sofa.
I took out my cell phone and flipped through the address book, but found that there was not even a single person suitable to call.
His eyes were dull and dry. He wiped his face and finally made a video call to his son.
Zhan Zhan was almost four years old and was taken to Thailand by his grandfather.
Since his grandson was born, the old man sent away all the women around him and devoted himself to his business to save money for his grandson. Many times, he even took care of his grandson personally.
Zhan Peng never thought that he had been fighting with his father for more than ten years, and had killed several of his illegitimate sons, but the old man had never paid any attention to his son. The two of them had always been incompatible, but because of Zhan Zhan's birth, the old man finally recognized him and gave all his wealth to Zhan Zhan.
"Dad——" Zhan Zhan's baby voice came from the other side.
"Hey, son, what are you doing?" Zhan Peng's face showed a little more smile.
"I'm drawing." Zhan Zhan raised the painting in his hand. It showed a family of three. The tall and handsome father was holding a gun in his hand. The little boy was holding his father's left hand and his mother's right hand. His mother was wearing a beautiful dress with her long hair fluttering, but her facial features were not drawn.
The man's dark eyes darkened, "Why didn't Mom draw the facial features?"
"I haven't seen my mom for so long that I've forgotten what she looks like." On the other side of the video, Zhan Zhan's excited little face lost its smile. His head drooped, and his little hands stroked the mother in the painting over and over again.
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