(PS: This is all new book content. Everyone can read the new book for free. I’m posting it here just to increase the click rate.) Zhao Long and Wang Zicheng casually wandered around, finally returning to Wang Zicheng’s stall to eat.

Zhao Lanhua looked at Zhao Long with some resentment. If Zhao Long hadn’t come here today, Wang Zicheng wouldn’t have dared to turn against her.

"Have I disturbed your peaceful life by coming back?" Zhao Long asked.

Wang Zicheng quickly shook his head and said, "Long Bro, don’t say that. It’s Lanhua who’s being unreasonable. No matter when, you’ll always be my big brother."

Zhao Long smiled and didn’t say anything else.

Around eight in the evening, in the large living room on the second floor of Fuman Hall, five tables of people were eating and drinking, the noise was loud enough for the entire Fuman Hall to hear them.

At the foremost round table, Liu Hu and a few others were also seated there, with a woman named He Yan sitting beside him.

He Yan dressed sexily, almond-shaped eyes, willow-leaf eyebrows, every movement exuding a sultry vibe.

"Hu Bro, it’s already eight. Do you think Zhao Long might not show up?" He Yan, resting an arm on Liu Hu’s shoulder, said sweetly.

"Exactly, he’s a bit too disrespectful to the boss, who does he think he is?"

"Boss, maybe you shouldn’t wait for him. Just eat with the brothers."

Liu Hu shook his head and said, "You guys don’t know him. He will definitely come."

Just as he finished speaking, suddenly the room door opened, and two people appeared there, it was Zhao Long and Wang Zicheng.

The moment the door opened, Zhao Long furrowed his brows.

The room was chaotic; it wasn’t a celebration for his release from prison at all, merely a big gang gathering.

The room gradually quieted down, everyone turning their heads to look at Zhao Long and Wang Zicheng.

The scene froze at this moment.

Three seconds later, Liu Hu was the first to react, standing up and laughing heartily, "Zhao Long, you’ve finally returned."

He walked over and gave Zhao Long a firm hug, his eyes inadvertently glancing at Wang Zicheng in the wheelchair.

Wang Zicheng didn’t dare to meet his gaze, promptly lowering his head.

"Good to have you back. From now on, we’ll rule the world together." Liu Hu released Zhao Long, then patted his shoulder.

"Hu Bro, long time no see." Zhao Long said calmly, his expression looking somewhat indifferent, making Liu Hu feel awkward.

"Quiet down, everyone." Liu Hu yelled, "Let me introduce you, this is Zhao Long whom I’ve often mentioned to you. Call him Long Bro."

"Long Bro!"

The voices were somewhat listless and some were sneering, eyes full of disdain.

Zhao Long looked around, most were unfamiliar faces, a few familiar ones also lowered their heads pretending not to see.

"Alright, introductions are done, come sit over here." Liu Hu finished speaking and returned to his seat.

"Come, brothers, let’s continue drinking."

"Wasting time, where were we earlier?"

The others returned to the lively scene, ignoring Zhao Long and Wang Zicheng, and there wasn’t a single spare seat among the five tables.

Wang Zicheng seemed awkward in the wheelchair, looking up at Zhao Long not knowing what to do.

Zhao Long strode over to Liu Hu’s side, then patted one of the guys on the shoulder, saying, "Move."

This person was named Deng Wanli, a capable assistant nurtured by Liu Hu.

Deng Wanli snorted coldly, looking disdainful, "This is my seat."

"Not anymore." Zhao Long said coolly.

Deng Wanli widened his eyes, stood up abruptly, and clenched his fists as if about to act.

Liu Hu gestured for him to move aside, then chuckled, "Zhao Long is my old brother, today’s mainly to celebrate his release, let him sit by me."

Deng Wanli snorted coldly, then walked away angrily.

Zhao Long sat down without hesitation, then turned to the person beside him and said, "You move too."

The person glanced at Liu Hu, then stood up and moved aside after receiving Liu Hu’s approval.

Wang Zicheng received Zhao Long’s signal, then came over to sit next to Zhao Long, seemingly very afraid of Liu Hu, keeping his head lowered without speaking.

"Brother, these three years must have been tough. Come, let me toast you." Liu Hu said warmly, raising his glass.

Zhao Long picked up his glass without saying a word and finished it in one gulp.

Liu Hu saw Zhao Long acting this way, his eyes cooled, then he also downed his drink.

Zhao Long stood up and tore off two chicken legs, placing one in Wang Zicheng’s bowl, while devouringly eating the other.

"Chao Bro, look at Zhao Long, acting like an idiot who hasn’t eaten chicken in ages." One person said scornfully.

Yellow Hair glanced casually at Zhao Long, sneering, "Having been in prison for so long, he’s just a waste upon release."

"He seems to be disrespecting the boss." That person said.

Yellow Hair chuckled, "Watch me."

He held his wineglass and walked behind Zhao Long.

"Long Bro, you’ve just been released today, let the little bro toast you a drink." Yellow Hair shouted.

He forcefully slapped Zhao Long’s shoulder, intending to give him a show of force.

But just as his hand touched Zhao Long’s shoulder, a rebounding force acted on his hand, causing him to involuntarily take two steps back, his right hand numb.

Liu Hu thought Yellow Hair had lost his balance, glancing at him.

Yellow Hair wanted to explain but couldn’t, he didn’t know what had just happened.

Zhao Long seemed not to hear, continuing to gnaw at the chicken leg, casually placing a napkin in front of Wang Zicheng, saying, "Don’t just watch, eat."

Wang Zicheng felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, sensing the disdainful stares around him, grateful Zhao Long was beside him, otherwise, he couldn’t endure this atmosphere.

Yellow Hair found that Zhao Long completely ignored him, looking displeased, he forcefully put the glass down on the table, "Long Bro, this isn’t right, you’re disrespecting the brothers."

The five tables fell silent, turning to look, most appeared indifferent to the trouble.

They knew Yellow Hair’s character, the kind who only takes advantage and never losses.

Moreover, Liu Hu sat silently, seemingly endorsing Yellow Hair’s behavior.

Zhao Long continued eating the chicken leg, thoroughly enjoying it, not paying Yellow Hair any mind.

Yellow Hair was humiliated, biting his teeth in anger, glancing at Liu Hu, seeing Liu Hu savoring his red wine without a glance at him.

He knew this was Liu Hu hinting at him, everything was under his purview, no need to ask.

Yellow Hair snorted, lifted his wineglass intending to splash it in Zhao Long’s face, aware that all the brothers were watching, he couldn’t back down.

Beside him, Wang Zicheng quickly grabbed Yellow Hair’s wrist.

"What are you doing?" Wang Zicheng said, glaring.

"Dead cripple, let go!" Yellow Hair shouted.

As Zhao Long had already finished the chicken leg, he licked the oil off his fingers, then slowly stood up.

"Long Bro, don’t be impulsive." Wang Zicheng tugged at Zhao Long’s pant leg.

Zhao Long ignored him, instead, he turned and wiped the oil from his hands onto Yellow Hair, saying, "What the hell are you?"