Watching Fang Zheng and Zhao Jin leave, Qian Xiao couldn’t help but look at Mr. Zhao, his face showing concern:
"Councilor, do we really have to do this?"
He knew very well the true nature of the councilor’s daughter; she wasn’t the obedient girl she appeared to be just now, but a boisterous and willful little girl.
And Fang Zheng...
Equally unusual.
What if sothing happens when she’s with Fang Zheng?
"Or else?" Mr. Zhao’s smile gradually faded:
"This girl has been fooling around outside, without any restraint, not knowing how high the sky is. It’s ti for soone to teach her a lesson."
"But..." Qian Xiao said:
"Fang Zheng is quite eccentric. What if he loses control?"
"Don’t worry." Mr. Zhao turned around, waving to a wealthy businessman, and said:
"Although Fang Zheng dares to kill people and can kill people, he’s not a real brute. You can tell from the way he manages relationships and business these days."
"He’s very sensible in handling things."
"Yes." Qian Xiao bowed his head:
"Then I’ll pick up Miss Zhao at ten."
"No need." Mr. Zhao shook his head:
"We’ll talk about it then."
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*
*
Zhao Jin’s figure is quite good; not the skinny, youthful type, but a healthy figure that fits Fang Zheng’s aesthetic, with wheat-colored skin.
Her thighs are slightly thick, not very attractive but with a certain explosiveness.
Her belly has flesh, not as refined as an art student, but it can protect the internal organs well.
Her dressing is overly bold, with ultra-short shorts that show her butt, fishnet stockings clinging to her skin, and all sorts of flashy embellishnts.
"Snap!"
Taking out an exquisite makeup box from her bag, Zhao Jin applied makeup while glancing sideways at Fang Zheng, sneering contemptuously:
"What are you staring at? Haven’t you seen a beauty before?"
"I have, actually." Fang Zheng said:
"Just surprised by the sudden and such a big contrast. I’m not sure if Mr. Zhao knows how his daughter really looks."
"Hmph!"
Zhao Jin stepped forward, casually asking:
"What do you do?"
"I deal with porcelain and jade, small business." Fang Zheng replied.
"Then do it well." Zhao Jin said:
"Don’t ask unnecessary questions, take care of , and I’ll say sothing nice to my dad, making it easy for you to make a fortune."
"Heh..." Fang Zheng chuckled softly.
It seems this one isn’t just dressing like a street girl; her thoughts are the sa.
Ignorant!
And immature!
Not to ntion that Mr. Zhao hasn’t even been elected yet, even if he was, he wouldn’t blatantly abuse his power; the adult world is both simple and complex.
But it’s not just about money.
"Let’s go!"
He shook his head and asked:
"Where do you plan to go?"
"Wait a mont." Zhao Jin waved her hand:
"I’ll make a phone call."
She took out her phone, dialed a number, and after saying a few words with increasing excitent, she waved to Fang Zheng:
"Go to the back door, a friend is coming to pick up."
Back door.
A few sports cars stopped sequentially with a roar, several stylishly dressed young n and won got out, waving from afar.
"Xiaojin!"
"Sister Jin!"
"Miss Zhao!"
"..."
These people are dressed differently, yet all exhibit a sense of personality, luxury; the necklaces and watches they wear are all worth a lot.
The sports cars range from hundreds of thousands to millions.
Rich kids?
Fang Zheng hasn’t been mingling with the elite of Qu City for long, and knows very few wealthy second-generation kids; these ones are quite unfamiliar.
Their accents don’t seem local to Qu City either.
Zhao Jin had already finished her heavy makeup, fiery red lips like a noble lady, greeted the others, and then turned back:
"Boss Fang."
"You’re a local of Qu City, you should know where to have fun, right?"
"I do." Fang Zheng nodded:
"For sightseeing, I recomnd going to Celestial Plate Mountain, fewer people around this ti; you can better appreciate the scenery, although you’re dressed a bit lightly."
"Sightseeing?"
A girl with a nose stud sneered at this:
"Hottie, you don’t think we would like sightseeing, do you?"
"Right." Zhao Jin arranged her colorful hair and said:
"Recomnd us a lively place like a nightclub or bar!"
"..." Fang Zheng thought for a mont and said:
"Miami Club on Pai Street, it should be considered the most upscale entertainnt venue in Qu City, requires a mbership to enter."
"Whatever you want to play with, they have it, and it won’t be too chaotic."
"mbership?" Zhao Jin was intrigued:
"How does it work?"
"Hmm." Fang Zheng pondered briefly and took out a business card:
"Give them this business card when you get there, it should allow you entry. If not, call , and I’ll ask soone inside to pick you up."
"OK!" Zhao Jin took the card:
"Looks like Boss Fang still has so clout; see you then."
She opened a car door, swinging her hips to sit inside, and the others followed suit, without any intention of inviting Fang Zheng.
"Vroom..."
The modified sports cars emitted a harsh buzz and sequentially left, leaving Fang Zheng alone.
?
Watching the group leave, Fang Zheng could only shake his head helplessly.
......
Miami Club.
Fang Zheng headed for the second floor.
"The boss isn’t in today."
The guide was soone he had t several tis wearing a white suit, expert in Muay Thai, a martial arts expert, also heavily hired by He Xuanping for security.
Of course.
Ever since Fang Zheng stord the club, forcing He Xuanping to concede, the white suit truly realized what it ans to have soone above you.
In terms of martial prowess,
he’s far inferior.
"This way please, Boss Fang."
"Has Mr. Zhao’s daughter arrived?" Fang Zheng asked.
"Yes." The white suit nodded repeatedly:
"I’ve specifically instructed the staff below to treat her well, fulfill her every request. Would Boss Fang like to go take a look?"
He gestured sideways.
"No need."
Fang Zheng shook his head:
"Just find a quiet room; I’ll leave when the ti cos."
"Yes." The white suit agreed, then asked:
"Should I call so girls over?"
"..." Fang Zheng rubbed his brows:
"No, I have other things to do."
"With a heart free of won, draw the blade naturally divine." The white suit gave a thumbs up in admiration:
"No wonder Boss Fang is so extraordinary."
"Respect!"
Fang Zheng’s lips twitched; with youth’s vigorous energy, how could he not want won, but unfortunately, business demands and a touch of spiritual cleanliness ant he had to sleep alone night after night.
The white suit arranged a room that was secluded and spacious, with the music off and doors closed, so even outside noise wouldn’t disturb.
With a stabilizing breath, he took out his phone and dialed a number.
"Master."
"Hmm." Guo Ziran’s voice ca through:
"Did you see the ssage I sent?"
"I saw it." Fang Zheng nodded:
"What did they say?"
"That’s the Vajra Skill!" Guo Ziran didn’t reply directly, but said with a tone of admiration:
"Throughout history, the peaks of Martial Dao are respected, with Saint Yue, Master Zhang, and Dharma admired; they are figures of the Divine Fist."
"Below them are the Martial Arts Grandmasters with Power into the Marrow."
"Besides them, there’s another category of people who, by mastering a single skill to perfection, reaching the limits of the human body, despite not reaching Power into the Marrow realm in martial arts, possess extraordinary strength."
"Such cultivation techniques are rare."
"Vajra Skill is one of them."
"Kid." He sighed lightly and said:
"You’re quite fortunate; I traded the secrets of Power into the Marrow to obtain the true teachings of Vajra Skill from that old guy, but he requires that you delete it after viewing."
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