The burly man realized that he was making a joke as soon as he finished speaking. In fact, his words were entirely because he saw Zhao Changgen learn to eat.

The other two also took the soul-chasing gun in their hands for a long time, but in the end they couldn't figure out what the metal was like and what the wood was like, so they had to give it back to Zhao Changqi.

The speedboat started and drove quickly towards the luxury cruise ship, leaving a long white foam behind.

The white luxury yacht was called "Goddess". Zhao Changqi glanced at the yacht's name and glanced at it. Along the way, the queen, queen, and goddess were alive. If you meet another ship, you don't know what it would be called a girl?

The yacht looked bigger from a distance, and when it entered, it looked bigger. The huge speedboat became a small one in front of this big guy.

There is a winch lift at the stern of the boat. The yacht is directly driven into the lift. Someone presses the switch on it, and the lift slowly rises to the luxury yacht.

After getting on the yacht, three big men sent Zhao Changliu to a luxurious Baroque style gate. After coming out of the gate, another black man with a shaved head and a mighty appearance nodded to the three men, and the three big men turned around and left.

The black man glanced at Zhao Changqi and Zhao Yushan and said directly: "Come with me." Then he turned around and entered the gate.

After entering the gate is a long corridor, with red carpets on the corridor and European medieval wall lights on the walls, emitting orange-yellow lights. On both sides of the corridor are rooms next to each other, and the door signs of the room are all inlaid with gold, shining against the wall lights.

The door of the room seemed to be deliberately not closed tightly, so that Zhao Changqi could see the owner's big deal. I saw that each cabin was crowded with people, gambling tables were neatly arranged, and there were well-dressed and hypocritical guests sitting next to them.

The dealer who dealt the card was wearing a straight uniform and a expressionless dealer. Beautiful waiters were carrying drinks and shuttled back and forth among the crowd. They were dressed in black stockings and small skirts with high heels on their chests, trembling with their butts.

Zhao Yushan's eyes were a little straightened. This guy did a lot of things through life and death, but this was the first time I saw this scene. Zhao Changqi not only forbidden the brothers of the Poison Dragon Society to start gambling, but also prevented his brothers from going out to gamble. Of course, he didn't care about the small bets for a few small bets.

The black man glanced at Zhao Yushan who was sweeping his eyes, and his mouth twitched slightly, probably mocking Zhao Yushan for being a Chinese country bun.

Zhao Changqi was speechless and coughed gently at Zhao Yushan. Zhao Yushan was shocked and scratched his hair embarrassedly and withdrew his gaze, saying to Zhao Changqi: "Brother Gun, don't get me wrong. I suddenly remembered my Rishiniu. How great it would be if it came here too!"

Zhao Changli almost couldn't help laughing. Zhao Yushan was too awesome, and his way of thinking was extraordinary.

After the three of them walked to the end of the corridor, they stepped on a spiral staircase and went up to the second floor of the yacht. The layout of the second floor is similar to that of the first floor, but the color tone has changed a lot. The first floor is magnificent and noble everywhere. The second floor is soft and fragrant, with pink walls, pink palace lanterns, and even the carpet has turned pink, with a faint fragrance floating in the air. The hatch doors here are also hidden.

When Zhao Yushan saw the things inside through the crack in the door, he felt that the women he had just seen in the room on the first floor were simply pediatrics. Every room here was filled with men and women. What was so bad was that both the men and women inside were naked and naked! Some of these people were singing karaoke, some were drinking coffee, and some were having sex with pain, but more people were having sex with each other, with various positions and a slutty sound spread far away.

What was most surprising was that there were two men and two women playing on the same table on the same table. Both men were black men, making the woman scream wildly.

Zhao Changqi just glanced at it and took it back. He knew that this might be the legendary party. The chaos in the room not only did not arouse his pain, but instead made him feel like he wanted to vomit. People who live to this extent are not as good as beasts, and dogs and rice dumplings know to find a place to carry people.

"Damn, these women are so fucking slutty, Gun, I think of my slutty again." Zhao Yushan said to Zhao Changgui without squinting, his mind full of the slutty and those women.

"Damn! Can't you think of something else?" Zhao Changqi rolled his eyes and said.

The black man finally brought Zhao Changgui to a large arena. The arena was crowded with people, and there was a round iron cage in the middle. Two men wearing briefs were fighting. Both boxers were very strong, big and thick, with bumps all over their bodies and bloody muscles. One guy's eyebrows had been smashed, his face was covered with blood, but he still whimpered and rushed towards his opponent.

Zhao Yushan looked at the guy fighting on the stage, then looked at the crazy audience on the stage, and couldn't help but pick the corners of his mouth, thinking: "It's really a local bun who has never seen the world. Even this level of battle is worth being so excited? I'll kill them with one move."

Zhao Changqi knew about Zhao Yushan's problems. When he saw someone fighting, his head became hot, so he touched his arm gently. Zhao Yushan then resisted his plan to go up and try his skills.

Zhao Changqi and the others were taken to a private room. There was a mahogany table with coffee cups and cigars on it. On the chair next to it was a middle-aged man with fair face and blonde hair, excited face, staring at the ring not far below, motionless, and his hands were tightly clenched. Obviously, he was very concerned about the duel in the arena.

Four bodyguards stood behind the middle-aged man, each with big body, big bra and round waist, black sunglasses on his nose, air headsets stuffed in his ears, and his hands crossed in his crotch. His waist was bulging, and it was obvious that there was a guy hidden at first glance.

The black man frowned as he looked at the middle-aged man, glanced at the middle-aged man with a sharp look, then walked to the middle-aged man and said something to his ear. The excited expression on the middle-aged man's face gradually disappeared and he became serious.

Zhao Changqi's eyes caught the eyes of the black man, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After muttering to the middle-aged man, he said to Zhao Changqi: "This is our boss, Mr. Rosov."

Rosov looked at Zhao Changgui and said, "You are Mister Zhao? I heard you want to do a big business with me?"

Since entering the box, Zhao Changqi was a little confused when he saw the middle-aged man in front of him, because he could not feel a trace of aura from the middle-aged man. Hell Angel is the number one gangster in Canada. Their boss has been in high positions for a long time, so naturally he will have a superior aura, but the middle-aged man in front of him does not.

And this middle-aged man looked a little devoted when he saw the boxing match just now, and his fists were tightly clenched, like a gambler. This was not like the boss's style.

There was also a black man who looked at the middle-aged man with sharp eyes. The look was definitely not the look of a younger man looking at the boss.

In addition, Zhao Changqi remembered that Smith once told him that Rosov was a person who would not easily see strangers, and it seemed that he did not have much effort to see him.

Based on several pieces of information, Zhao Changqi quickly came to a conclusion that the middle-aged man sitting in front of him at this moment was most likely not the boss of "Hell Angel" Rosov, but a fake product launched by Rosov.

Therefore, when the fake Rosov talked to Zhao Changgui, Zhao Changgui sneered and said, "Your Excellency seems to have made a mistake. I want to discuss a big business with Rosov, but not with you."

When the black man heard Zhao Changgui's words, his eyes suddenly froze and stared at Zhao Changgui's face, and he did not leave for a long time. Zhao Changgui also turned his gaze fearlessly at the black man, and the sneer at the corner of his mouth became stronger. He had already seen that this black man's status in the "Hell Angel" was definitely higher than that of middle-aged people.

After a moment of froze, the middle-aged man suddenly remembered his identity and slapped the table with his hand and said, "What did you say? How dare you question my identity? The person came and killed him and threw him into the sea to feed the sharks! We don't want him one!"

Although everyone in the private room knew that this was a fake, it had to be true in front of Zhao Changqi and the others. Therefore, as soon as the middle-aged man ordered, the black man in the room and four bodyguards showed their pistols together and pointed the black muzzle at Zhao Changqi.

Seeing that things were not good, Zhao Yushan quickly took a step forward and blocked Zhao Changgui behind him. At the same time, he stretched out his hand and picked up the mahogany table in front of him. The coffee cup and cigar on it rolled to the side. This thing was made of pure solid wood, and it was very powerful when it danced. If these bastards really dared to shoot, Zhao Yushan would immediately throw the table out. If he didn't smash the few people in front of him to death, he would have to knock out their guns.

He had already seen that the gun in the hands of these people was a Swiss p220 automatic pistol. This gun has a built-in insurance, and the safety link is connected to the trigger and can be fired at any time, so he did not dare to be careless at all.

He and Gun Brother were unrelated strangers to the people in front of him, and they were likely to really shoot. Now Zhao Yushan regretted not insisting on bringing weapons. If he brought a gun over, the situation would not be so passive.

Zhao Yushan's actions shocked the five big gunmen. The solid wood table was more than 200 kilograms and could not be held by anyone. Zhao Yushan actually picked it up with one hand, his face was neither blush nor breathing, and he was as if nothing had happened. How powerful is this kid!

Just when the two sides were tense and the chaos was about to break out, Zhao Changqi suddenly let out a hearty laugh, then patted Zhao Yushan's shoulder in front of him and said, "Don't be so nervous, they dare not shoot."

"Brother Gun" Zhao Yushan did not retreat, but wanted to remind Zhao Changqi to be careful, but heard Zhao Changqi say: "I said that Rosov in front of us is a fake, and he only has the right to scare people and has no right to order them to shoot us."

Zhao Yushan then put down the mahogany table with a "bang" and returned to behind Zhao Changqiu, but his cow eyes were still staring at the five big men in front of him.

The black man who brought Zhao Changgui put away his gun, glared at the middle-aged man fiercely, and then said to the four bodyguards: "Please put away the guns. It's embarrassing."

The trick has been exposed, and it will be boring to continue playing.

"Mist Zhao really has good eyesight, admire, admire, just call me Henry. I want to know how Mister Zhao saw that he is not the real Rosov?" The black man said to Zhao Changqi again.

Zhao Changgui smiled and shrugged, "It's very simple, because I heard the whispers of His Excellency Henry and this fake Mr. Rosov just now."
Chapter completed!