Chapter 2132: Accompanying with a Silly Smile

Helpless, Zhao Desan accompanied him with a chuckle, picked up a glass of wine, and went up to him. He laughed and buttered him up, saying, "Brother Four is truly a man of status and reputation in the underworld. Generous, truly generous! I, your little brother Comrade Xiao Zhao, truly admire you. Today, I also owe it to Brother Four for showing mercy; otherwise, our 'Yellow-Haired Dog' brother and I would have really ended up killing each other." Zhao Desan casually gave the yellow-haired punk the nickname 'Yellow-Haired Dog'.

"Who the hell are you calling a Yellow-Hair Dog! I'm Huang Yong!" The yellow-haired thug, after drinking a few glasses of wine, looked red-faced and his temper had become much more explosive, correcting Zhao Desan on how he addressed him.

Damn it! He really is surnamed Huang! Zhao Desan said in his heart, so he quickly accompanied him with a smiling face, raised a glass of wine, and flattered him: "Come, Brother Yong, I, Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao, didn't recognize Mount Tai and accidentally offended you today. You are a magnanimous person and won't hold it against me. I, Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao, toast you, Brother Yong!"

Han Wu knew that Zhao Desan was a ruthless character, and that playing the grandson in front of 'Yellow-Hair Dog' today was just to avoid trouble. He followed Zhao Desan's lead and said to 'Yellow-Hair Dog', "Huang Yong, you have to drink this glass from Brother Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao no matter what. You don't know Brother Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao's background; if I told you, it would scare you to death!"

Zhao Desan saw that after Han Wu finished these words, the thugs present were all staring at Zhao Desan with thirsty eyes. Seeing this, Zhao Desan feigned mystery and said, "Alright, Han Wu, it's better not to say it. It's a great honor for me, Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao, to know all you underworld brothers, especially Fourth Brother, and Yellow..." Zhao Desan almost blurted out 'Yellow-Hair Dog' again, but fortunately, he reacted quickly and changed his words, continuing, "Brother Yong, look at our Brother Yong, he is truly a man of talent, handsome and talented, he looks like a dragon among men. Come, Brother Yong, you wouldn't give me, Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao, no face, would you?"

Yellow-Hair Dog saw that Han Wu had a sense of awe toward Zhao Desan, and also felt that this guy was a bit unfathomable. Plus, with Fourth Brother mediating in the middle, and Zhao Desan's attitude of wanting to shake hands and make peace being extremely sincere, he thought, forget it. So he raised his wine glass, clinked it with Zhao Desan's without a word, and both of them raised their necks in unison, drinking the glass of wine in one gulp.

After drinking a glass, led by Han Wu, the other brothers followed suit and applauded. Fourth Brother also spoke up, saying: "Alright, with this glass of wine, Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao and our Huang Yong have let bygones be bygones. From now on, when we meet, we're brothers, and we can't bring up old matters again. Come, come, brothers, let's all drink a glass together!"

"Come!"

Under Fourth Brother's suggestion, the thugs gathered at the tables in front of the food stall raised their glasses one after another. Dozens of people were clinking glasses and exchanging cups, and the atmosphere was exceptionally lively. This scene was truly similar to the scenes in "Young and Dangerous" that Zhao Desan had watched when he was in high school, making his head feel a bit hot-blooded. However, with his high tolerance for alcohol, he was not overwhelmed by the alcohol. His mind was still very clear. He, Zhao Desan, was ultimately not a person from the same world as these street thugs. The pursuit of these thugs was just to be satisfied with eating, drinking, and playing, while Zhao Desan's life goal was the pursuit of supreme power.

Although Zhao Desan didn't drink too much and knew clearly that He Liping was still waiting for him in the dance hall—he didn't even know how much time had passed since the 'few minutes' he had promised—he just couldn't get away. Being humorous and knowing how to flatter others made him the focus of the drinking table without him realizing it, and he couldn't find an opportunity to leave.

Almost an hour after he had sent that message to He Liping, Zhao Desan's phone ringtone rang: "Grandpa, your grandson is calling you..."

As soon as the phone rang, Zhao Desan guessed who was calling. He took out his phone and looked, and sure enough, it was He Liping. He quickly answered the phone, and before He Liping could speak, he apologized to her: "Hey! Sister He, I'm sorry, I'm still here. The brothers are insisting on making me drink and won't let me leave. I'm trying to find a way to get over there, I'm really sorry!"

Hearing Zhao Desan say he was still drinking with that group of thugs and had no consideration for the fact that she had been waiting for him, He Liping said angrily, "Drink as slowly as you want! I'm not waiting for you anymore! I'm leaving!"

Hearing that He Liping was very angry, Zhao Desan hurriedly used his secret weapon for coaxing women, putting on a cheeky face, and said with a chuckle, "Sister He, my good Sister He, don't be angry. I'm coming right over. It really will only be a few minutes, just a few minutes and I'll be there."

This was the benefit of being a 'little man'; a few sweet words from him would have a mature young married woman in her thirties like He Liping spinning around. The anger in her heart was also washed away, and she couldn't help but soften her tone and ask: "Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao, Sister will believe you once. How many minutes until you can get here?" This time, He Liping made him give a deadline.

Zhao Desan said without hesitation: "Five minutes, I'll definitely appear in front of Sister He in five minutes, how about that?"

He Liping said: "That's fine, I'll start watching the watch from now on. If you're not standing in front of me in five minutes, I won't wait for you, I'm leaving."

"That's fine, we'll talk when we meet." Thinking that there were only five minutes left, in order not to waste time on the phone, Zhao Desan quickly hung up, walked to Fourth Brother, Han Wu, and their group of fox friends and dog companions, and told a life-or-death lie with a serious expression, saying he had to go back immediately because something had happened at home. This time his attitude was very firm, and the anxious expression made Fourth Brother, Han Wu, and Yellow-Hair Dog unable to keep him any longer. After obtaining the consent of these brothers, Zhao Desan took out his wallet, took out 500 yuan, shouted loudly to the owner of the food stall, and said: "Brothers, I, Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao, am treating this meal. Let's drink again next time, goodbye." After saying this, he ran toward Xidajie in a flash.

Along the way, Zhao Desan was jogging. A distance of nearly 700 or 800 meters, it was not impossible to arrive within a few minutes. Finally, with Zhao Desan's best efforts, he arrived at the entrance of the Fire Phoenix Dance Hall in the fourth minute. At 11 o'clock, the Fire Phoenix was at its busiest. Standing at the entrance of the dance hall, one could hear the noise inside. In such a noisy place, the music inside was that kind of soft and elegant light music; it never played that kind of deafening metal music, and there was no special disco session. Zhao Desan, while panting heavily, rushed into the dance hall with hurried steps. He saw that it was pitch black inside, just in time for a slow song to cycle. All the lights were completely extinguished, and one could only vaguely see heads moving and ghosts flickering everywhere in the dance hall. The air was filled with a strong smell of alcohol, smoke, and the fluids secreted by the human body intertwined. Where he passed, the slightly panting moans of women rose and fell on the dance floor. Zhao Desan, while trying hard to find He Liping's figure, listened to these lewd sounds and fantasized: if the lights were suddenly turned on at this moment, what a spectacular scene it would be, countless men and women in the dance floor in various postures having fun. Damn it! That scene would be too hot!

Perhaps because the fantasy was too immersive, as he walked, Zhao Desan accidentally bumped into a pair of dog-men and dog-women who were having intercourse. The woman was bending over with her buttocks raised, and the man was standing behind her, working hard to shake back and forth. Zhao Desan bumped into them from behind, and he heard an 'ouch' sound. The woman was bumped directly to the ground, and immediately after, he heard the man's roar: "Which bastard grandson is it! Damn it!"

Realizing he had ruined someone else's good deed, Zhao Desan quickly flashed to the side and came to the booth area. From afar, he saw a figure similar to He Liping sitting there, so he quickly walked over.

As soon as he arrived in front of He Liping, the slow song ended, and the lights of the whole venue turned on. Seeing Zhao Desan standing in front of her, He Liping glared at him fiercely, and still scolding with lingering anger: "You brat! You went drinking with those thugs and left me here to wait for you. You're really something, aren't you!"

Zhao Desan, while sitting down, said with a cheeky smile: "I couldn't get away, didn't I? Now I'm here, my good sister, don't be angry anymore." Saying this, he grabbed He Liping's arm and shook it coquettishly.

Don't say it, this trick really worked. These married women couldn't stand young men like Zhao Desan who were eloquent and handsome acting coquettishly toward them. He Liping's expression immediately underwent a subtle change. The eyes that originally looked full of resentment also became bright, and she softened her tone and said: "I'll forgive you this time! If you stand me up like this again next time, Sister He won't let you off, you brat!"

Seeing that He Liping had forgiven him, Zhao Desan chuckled and flattered her with sweet words: "As expected of my good Sister He, a great person doesn't hold a grudge against a petty one. Come, Sister He, I, your little Zhao, will toast you to apologize." As he spoke, Zhao Desan had already filled two glasses of beer, handed one to He Liping, and held the other himself.

He Liping didn't refuse, just gave him an ambiguous glare, then took the wine glass. The two clinked gently. Zhao Desan, while winking at He Liping, raised his neck, and drank the glass of wine in one gulp.

Looking at Zhao Desan's rogue appearance, He Liping really couldn't be angry anymore, especially his winking... ===== CHAPTER 2133 =====