"He...he said his name was Zhuo Yifan! And...he asked you to come here in person!" Huang Mao replied tremblingly.
It’s over! Why are you afraid? Zhang Bo sat back on the chair, and after being stunned for a long time, he came to his senses and yelled at the phone: "What on earth did you do? Why did you provoke him when you had nothing to do?"
Don’t you want to live anymore? Hurry up and explain to me what happened!”
Huh? Huang Mao didn't expect that Zhang Bo would be so angry at him when he heard the name Zhuo Yifan. Is this kid really someone who cannot be messed with? Huang Mao's heart has sunk to the bottom. He is a fool.
, but it doesn't mean that he is really stupid. Looking at his father's attitude, he was the one who got into trouble in the past. He would rush to the scene first and then talk about it. No matter what, he would not let himself suffer. I didn't expect that he would have to deal with the matter first today.
Explained clearly!
Huang Mao had no choice but to tell Zhang Bo carefully what happened in the hotel.
"You little bastard! I'm really pissed off! You all just stay there, I'll come over right away!" Zhang Bo yelled at the phone again, then hung up the phone and hurriedly called a dozen people
J noticed and followed him towards the Hyatt Regency Hotel.
"What did your father say?" Long Junhao looked at Huang Mao's gloomy face and asked a little strangely.
"This Zhuo Yifan seems to have some background. My father actually scolded me and said that I was seeking death if I touched him!" Huang Mao said angrily.
"What's this? I think Uncle Zhang is too timid! What can this guy have? I really don't believe it today!" When Long Junhao heard Huang Mao say this, his heart suddenly skipped a beat! Could it be true today?
The iron plate has been kicked? But how could he, Long Junhao, give up so easily? Moreover, he was slapped by this kid today, so what if he doesn't regain some face?
"Mr. Zhuo, will there be any problems?" Yamada Incheon looked at the three guns on the table and asked with a chuckle.
"What's the problem? Don't worry, I can handle it!" Zhuo Yifan waved his hand disapprovingly and said.
"This is a police gun! Can you let me see it?" Masaki Yamada was curious and wanted to play with a police gun in her hands.
"Yazi, don't be ridiculous!" Yamada Incheon immediately glared and scolded.
Zhuo Yifan said dumbfounded: "It doesn't matter. Since Miss Yamada is curious, let's show her!"
Yamada Masaki's face was full of grievance after being yelled at by her father. She didn't expect Zhuo Yifan to agree, and she suddenly smiled.
"Is this okay? Mr. Zhuo, stop joking!" Yamada Incheon said quickly.
"It's okay!" Zhuo Yifan waved his hand, then picked up one of the guns, ejected the magazine, took out all the bullets, and then handed it to Masaki Yamada.
Yamada Masaki happily took over the police gun and started playing with it carefully. The bullets were all taken out, so there would definitely be no problem! Yamada Incheon breathed a sigh of relief.
Several policemen outside began to look at each other. Unexpectedly, their guns were actually taken for viewing! If the higher-ups found out, would these policemen still do it? The expressions on their faces were worse than death.
It’s even uglier to look after your biological father!
About ten minutes later, Zhuo Yifan took the gun back from Masaki Yamada's hand, then reloaded the bullet and placed the gun on the table.
At this time, Zhang Bo also hurried to the scene with a group of police officers.