Chapter 1139: You acted so realistically!

Under a cloudless sky, in the park, flowers were blooming.

Looking at Lin Qinglang beside him, Zhang Cheng asked curiously, "Why did you ask me out?"

"Do me a favor, okay, Superstar Zhang!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng with a face full of smiles, Lin Qinglang pulled his arm and acted spoiled.

Looking at Lin Qinglang suspiciously, Zhang Cheng backhanded a slap across her face and said, "Are you running a fever!"

Stunned by the hit, Lin Qinglang looked at Zhang Cheng with a face full of disbelief.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen a handsome guy? Are you sober now!"

With a forward slap, Zhang Cheng hit Lin Qinglang so hard her glasses went crooked.

Staring blankly at Zhang Cheng, Lin Qinglang felt her brain clear up quite a bit. As the saying goes, the force was just right—dazed but not brain-damaged.

"Speak, what are you looking for big brother for? By the way, waiter, bring me a cup of green tea."

Sitting in a coffee shop nearby, Zhang Cheng ordered a cup of tea.

"Sir, I'm sorry, we are a coffee shop, we don't sell..."

Just as the waiter walked up to explain, Zhang Cheng took his wallet out of his pocket, placed the banknotes one by one on the table, and said, "Huh? What did you just say?"

"Sir, I'll bring it to you right away! Please wait a moment!"

Picking up the money with a face full of smiles, the waiter hopped away, appearing exceptionally happy.

"No, you? You're a nouveau riche!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in shock, Lin Qinglang had already been frightened by his actions.

Looking at Lin Qinglang, Zhang Cheng picked his nose and said, "Big sister, do you not know how high my net worth is? My appearance fee is millions! You asked me out, it wouldn't be to chat about this, right!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng with a twitching mouth, Lin Qinglang couldn't help but roll her eyes and said, "Half a month ago, you were clearly still a loser!"

"Who are you calling a loser? Call me handsome!"

Hearing the keyword, Zhang Cheng immediately became serious.

"Alright, alright, handsome, I want to ask, do you have any way to help me get back the debt owed to me!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Lin Qinglang asked.

Because she had seen that scumbag Zhang Zijun again two days ago, and thinking of the 200,000 loan she was inexplicably carrying, Lin Qinglang felt a sense of unwillingness in her heart.

But the problem was, she had no way to get the money back herself, she could only think of a way to find someone to help.

But the problem was, her connections in Macau were limited to Dong Xiaohui and this "superstar" before her!

"Hmm? How much money! I'll tell you first, my appearance fee is very expensive, millions every minute..."

Speaking to Lin Qinglang, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but smile.

"Millions? You might as well kill me. Forget it, I'll find someone else!"

Hearing Zhang Cheng say this, Lin Qinglang immediately stood up and walked toward the distance.

Looking at Lin Qinglang's appearance, Zhang Cheng smiled and said, "Alright, we're all friends, I was just joking. Sit down, you tell me what happened first!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Lin Qinglang then told the cause and effect of meeting Zhang Zijun.

Looking at Lin Qinglang before him, who had been saddled with a 200,000 loan because she met the wrong person, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but sneer, "Sorry, sorry, I generally don't laugh, unless I encounter something good. Hmm, my cat spoke yesterday!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng with a face full of resentment, Lin Qinglang couldn't help but say, "Do you have a way?"

"A way? Of course I do. You just follow me, and don't say a word!"

Saying this, Zhang Cheng took out his phone and said, "Hey, Zhang Wei, where the hell did you die? And what about Lu Ziqiao?"

"Lu Ziqiao lost his mind from gambling, he's about to bet his Phelps knock-off phone!"

Speaking to Zhang Cheng, Zhang Wei hurriedly explained.

"Ah? Does anyone even accept that thing?"

Hearing Zhang Wei's explanation, Zhang Cheng widened his eyes.

A few minutes later, at the back door of the casino.

Looking at Lu Ziqiao and Zhang Wei, who had been stripped of their clothes and thrown out from inside, Zhang Cheng remained silent for a long time.

Because the ancestors were right: gambling and drugs are incompatible with heaven!

Lin Qinglang: What about the yellow (pornography)?

Zhang Cheng: Huang Mouren swears that in this life, gambling and drugs are incompatible with heaven!

Lu Ziqiao: What's your surname again?

A rented black commercial vehicle stopped in front of a hostel.

When the car door opened, Zhang Wei and Lu Ziqiao, who walked out from inside, couldn't help but become serious.

Because they were here to guest-star as bodyguards, just to help Lin Qinglang collect the debt.

Walking into the hostel, Zhang Zijun, who was receiving guests, looked at Lin Qinglang and immediately revealed a look of disgust.

But just at this moment, Zhang Cheng appeared with his "bodyguards."

Looking at this scene, Zhang Zijun vaguely sensed that something was wrong. "I already said, if you had called home earlier, wouldn't everything have been fine?"

Speaking to Lin Qinglang, Zhang Cheng walked up to Zhang Zijun and backhanded a slap across his face.

"Slap!"

A crisp sound rang out, and Zhang Zijun was completely stunned.

When the burning pain hit, he finally reacted.

"You dare hit someone!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in disbelief, Zhang Zijun was stunned.

"I came from Guanzhong, and I've never seen a kid as arrogant as you, daring to cheat my fellow villager out of money, right!"

Pressing on Zhang Zijun's shoulder, Zhang Cheng pulled out the gun at his waist, directly disengaged the safety, and pressed it against his brow, saying, "I hate people like you the most!"

"Don't, big brother, don't, Lin Qinglang, who are these people!"

Trembling in fear, Zhang Zijun looked at Zhang Cheng's actions and was already scared out of his wits.

"They are people sent by my uncle, saying they are here to deal with you!"

Speaking to Zhang Zijun, Lin Qinglang spoke with a cold face.

"Big sister, you never told me about your uncle!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Zhang Zijun couldn't help but shout.

"What are you babbling about, you ball-sac thing, 300,000, principal plus interest, otherwise I'll beat you to death!"

Holding Zhang Zijun, Zhang Cheng looked at him with a cold face.

"300,000, then you might as well beat me to death!"

Hearing Zhang Cheng's words, Zhang Zijun immediately roared.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out, and Zhang Zijun only felt his brain buzzing and ringing.

"What are you saying to me?"

Looking at Zhang Zijun with a cold gaze, Zhang Cheng revealed a mouth full of yellow teeth.

"I'll give it, I'll give it immediately!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in fear, Zhang Zijun immediately begged for mercy.

A few minutes later, when Zhang Zijun took out the 300,000, Zhang Cheng pointed at a piece of paper and said, "Write, an IOU!"

"No need, right!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng's gun, Zhang Zijun became scared.

"Trying to act with me, right? I told you to write it!"

Backhanded a slap across Zhang Zijun's face, Zhang Cheng scolded.

Not long after, just as Zhang Zijun finished writing the IOU, Zhang Cheng turned around and walked toward the outside, saying, "If you dare call, I'll blow your head off!"

Facing people like Zhang Zijun, reasoning is impossible; you have to be like Blackie, take a hammer and knock, and everything is solved!

Blackie: Why go through that trouble, just rob and run!

Walking out of the hostel, when Zhang Cheng sat in the black commercial vehicle, Lin Qinglang watched him remove his disguise and revealed a look of surprise, saying, "You acted so realistically! That gun, it's a prop, right?"

"A prop? Who told you this was a prop!"

Looking at Lin Qinglang beside him, Zhang Cheng smiled, then removed the magazine, revealing the golden bullets inside.

Looking at Zhang Cheng in astonishment, Lin Qinglang tilted her head and said, "So you mean, we are..."

"Congratulations, you have already mastered the working methods of a fierce bandit, Lin Qinglang!"

Patting Lin Qinglang's shoulder, Zhang Cheng laughed.

And hearing Zhang Cheng's words, Lin Qinglang said in shock, "Then what if he..."

"There are no 'what ifs'!"

Revealing an indifferent smile, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

If Zhang Zijun dared to make a call with his front foot, Krieg would stuff him into a gasoline drum with his back foot.

He doesn't like trouble, but that doesn't mean he can't solve trouble!

Krieg Death Korps:

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