Zhang Wenlong took out the medicine barrel to take a bath in his room. The feeling in the medicine barrel made him feel very comfortable because he was too tired. After all, he is not a superman now.

After a while, Zhang Wenlong heard the knock on the door and said at the door: "Zhang, open the door, it's me, Don Quixote."

"Wait a minute." Zhang Wenlong heard that the person coming was Don Quixote, so he quickly put the wooden barrel into the storage space, put on a piece of clothing, got up and went to open the door for Don Quixote.

Don Quixote smelled a smell of medicine in the room and glanced at Zhang Wenlong: "Zhang, what are you doing in the room?"

"Oh, you said this, am I injured my arm? It's Huaxia's folk remedy, the medicinal smell of the wound." Zhang Wenlong wrote it casually.

Don Quixote walked into the door, sat on the sofa beside him, and said with a worried look on his face: "Zhang, how did you keep your arms?"

"There is no big problem, look." Zhang Wenlong smiled, raised his forearm and moved it, but this still made him feel pain.

Don Quixote stood up and reached out to grab Zhang Wenlong's forearm, rolled up the sleeves of his clothes. When he saw it, he was a little surprised and said, "Wow, Zhang, your recovery ability is too strong!"

The wound on Zhang Wenlong's arm had begun to heal. He said, "This is the effect of the old folk remedy. Haha, I can find a doctor to remove the stitch tomorrow."

"Zhang, I always think you are a magical oriental. This time you beat the elites sent by the Rice family to death. It's so amazing! When my legs are on the front, I may not be able to come back safely like you." Don Quixote said with a smile.

Zhang Wenlong smiled and asked, "By the way, what are you doing here?"

Don Quixote smiled and touched his head: "Look at me, how can you forget the most important thing."

"That's right. Didn't my brother say he wanted to treat you to a banquet? Then he ordered his servants to notify several important people in the family and have dinner together in a while." Don Quixote continued.

Zhang Wenlong thought for a while and said, "Okay."

"You find a formal dress to put on it. I'll send someone to bring the clothes to you later." Don Quixote said, and then walked out of Zhang Wenlong's room.

Zhang Wenlong washed his face, walked in alone, and placed his clothes on the table.

"Hey, is this the official welcome to me?" Zhang Wenlong thought.

Zhang Wenlong chose a light blue evening dress, put it on his body, looked in the mirror, and said to himself: "Brother is the most handsome!"

Under the guidance of the butler Smith, Zhang Wenlong came to the family's restaurant.

The room is very large, with a rectangular long table in the middle. There were about a dozen people sitting around the long table, and there were some servants serving.

When Don Quixote saw Zhang Wenlong coming in, he immediately stood up and waved his hand at Zhang Wenlong, signaling him to come over.

The patriarch sat in the middle, and Don Quixote was on the right hand of the patriarch, and he asked Zhang Wenlong to sit beside him.

As soon as Zhang Wenlong came over, the people around him began to talk.

"Is this Oriental man the newcomer to the family?"

"It should be right, why did the patriarch let him go to the table?"

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The patriarch put his left hand on the table, waved his right hand forward, and said, "Everyone, calm down."

Hearing the patriarch speak, everyone around him quieted down and looked at him.

The patriarch reached out to Zhang Wenlong on the side and said, "This is Zhang Ming's friend, a magical young man from the East."

"What does the patriarch mean to let us come here? It's not just to let us see this oriental monkey? Haha!" A middle-aged bearded man sitting opposite Zhang Wenlong said sarcastically.

Zhang Wenlong heard that he was an oriental monkey and was a little angry and was about to get angry.

At this time, a middle-aged man sitting opposite the patriarch said in a very magnetic voice: "Chours, you better close your mouth. It seems that it is not suitable for you to speak now. Do you understand?"

The bearded man named Chouls immediately closed his mouth, lowered his head, and thought of a child who had done something wrong.

The middle-aged man continued, "Mr. Clan leader, please continue."

Don Quixote lowered his voice and whispered in Zhang Wenlong's ear: "Zhang, the person I just talked about is the half-brother of my patriarch and my patriarch. In fact, the relationship is pretty good, he is quite the patriarch! The bearded man is his person, so he respects him very much. He is also the first person under the patriarch."

"That's it." Zhang Wenlong nodded.

Then the patriarch smiled and said to the table: "Today I welcome Zhang Ming's friend to our family, so I asked everyone to come here. Everyone welcomes Zhang Ming's friend."

After saying that, the patriarch raised the cup on the table.

The others raised their cups and clinked each other, and the bearded man reluctantly raised them.

Zhang Wenlong drank the wine in his glass in one go.

The patriarch glanced at Zhang Wenlong and smiled and said, "My friend Zhang Ming, don't be so polite. Don't you still have gunshot wounds on your body? Why is it getting better?"

"It's not in the way." Zhang Wenlong said.

"Okay, listen to me and tell me something. I guess you already know what happened to us, the Eastern friend a few days ago." The clan leader said slowly.

Everyone said they had heard it.

The patriarch nodded, with a slightly vicious expression on his face, and said, "We must react a little to the Rice family's assassination of Zhang Ming's friend!"

"The Rice family has a lot of cooperation with us!" said a bald head in the corner of the table.

Don Quixote glared at the man and said, "What do you mean? The Rice family is slapping us in the face! How do you tell us to do business with others in the future."

"My younger brother is right, but today I want to ask everyone for advice. After all, it is not a small matter to start a war against a drug trafficking family that is second to our four major families!" said the patriarch with a smile.

"What? Clan leader, you want to start a war against the Rice family! This is absolutely not possible!" The middle-aged man sitting opposite the clan leader changed his face when he heard the clan leader say this.

The patriarch narrowed his eyes and said, "Oh, Sheldon, my brother, I know you have a lot of business dealings with the Rice family, but for the sake of the family, can you let go of your little interests?"

"Little interests? I don't agree with the patriarch!" said the middle-aged man named Sheldon coldly.

Several people said that the patriarch could not go to war with the Rice family, which would not do us well.

"Do you think it's not worth it for our Zhang Ming friend!" The patriarch raised his voice and ignored other words.

Sheldon said: "Not worth it!"

The patriarch said calmly, "Damn, you have to agree to what I say is worth it! Zhang Ming's friend is very important to our family. Can you understand?"
Chapter completed!