Chapter 2029 - 5: Bar Turf War

When Zhao Long and his companion walked out and had just closed the door, the room instantly turned into chaos.

"What’s the big deal, having been in prison? Does he think he’s the boss now."

"This idiot, if anyone dares to listen to him, I’ll be the first to take them out."

Liu Hu’s face turned steel blue. Without saying a word, he stood up and walked out, He Yan following behind.

Seeing this, everyone at the scene quieted down, knowing that Liu Hu was angry.

Deng Wanli quickly followed and started the car downstairs. He was Liu Hu’s driver and bodyguard, one of Liu Hu’s trusted aides.

"Brother Hu, should I go and take him out?"

Sitting in the car, Deng Wanli’s eyes flashed coldly. If Liu Hu hadn’t stopped him earlier, he would’ve taught Zhao Long a lesson already.

Liu Hu sat quietly in the car, contemplating, with some hesitance in his eyes.

"Brother Hu, Zhao Long is your brother and quite skilled. I think you should pull him closer. If you send someone to teach him a lesson right after he’s out, it’ll chill the brothers’ hearts. Who would want to risk their lives for you later?" He Yan nestled against Liu Hu’s arm and said.

"Brother Hu, if you don’t teach him a lesson, he’ll surely think you’re afraid of him." Deng Wanli said urgently.

"Enough, stop talking." Liu Hu said coldly: "Let’s first see how the bar is being managed. If he doesn’t manage it well, huh, he can’t blame me for being ruthless."

On Zhao Long’s side, he pushed Wang Zicheng outside, hailed a cab directly to Wang Zicheng’s small shop.

When they returned, it was ten o’clock at night, and Zhao Lanhua hadn’t slept. Seeing them back, she angrily walked up and said: "Wang Zicheng, you ungrateful man, why come back so late and where did you wander off that you’re reeking of alcohol."

"Mind your own business." Wang Zicheng said irritably, then turned to Zhao Long and said: "Brother Long, let’s just make do here for the night."

"It’s already quite good." Zhao Long looked around and smiled: "The environment here is much better than prison."

"What are you standing here for? Hurry up and go to sleep." Zhao Lanhua glared at Wang Zicheng.

"Go sleep by yourself, today I’m sleeping with Brother Long." Wang Zicheng said, then ignored Zhao Lanhua and climbed onto the bed.

"Ungrateful brat." Zhao Lanhua stomped in anger and slammed the door shut.

Zhao Long shook his head with a wry smile and said: "Actually, your wife is pretty good. It’s clear she cares deeply about you."

"Brother Long, stop teasing me." Wang Zicheng said, his face blushing.

The two lay in bed and chatted casually, eventually drifting off to sleep.

That night’s sleep was the most restful Zhao Long had had in three years. When he woke up, it was already nine in the morning, and the sun’s warm light was shining on his face.

"Brother Long, you’re awake. Quickly get up and eat something. I made some noodles with mixed sauce for you." Wang Zicheng said happily.

"Another one eating without paying."

Zhao Lanhua muttered outside.

Wang Zicheng’s face reddened, and he awkwardly smiled: "Brother Long, don’t take her too seriously. She’s just like that."

Zhao Long faintly smiled, then got up and washed.

"Don’t go anywhere later, I’ll bring you two over once I’ve fully taken over Nebula Bar." Zhao Long said.

Wang Zicheng sat opposite Zhao Long, feeling a bit guilty: "Brother Long, I can’t help you much right now. Be careful yourself. Liu Hu’s guys won’t easily let go of the bar."

"What bar? What are you planning to do again?" Zhao Lanhua walked over, looking displeased at Zhao Long: "Alright, did you take our Wang Zicheng to a bar last night? What are you up to?"

"Shut up." Wang Zicheng yelled angrily.

"You..." Zhao Lanhua’s eyes turned red, then she ran into a room crying, "Oh heavens, why is my life so miserable..."

Zhao Long quickly finished the noodles and stood up: "I’m off."

"Brother Long..." Wang Zicheng suddenly called out: "Be careful."

"No worries."

Zhao Long smiled, then took a cab heading to Nebula Bar.

Arriving outside Nebula Bar, it was quiet all around with not a single car, and the curtains were drawn, completely obscuring the view inside. A sign hung on the bar’s door, with four large words: Closed Today.

Without hesitation, Zhao Long pushed the door open and went inside.

The lights inside were all on, the tables and chairs moved aside creating a large open space in the middle, with two rows of people standing straight, hands behind their backs.

Sitting in the center was a person, casually crossing his legs and smoking, it was none other than "Yellow Hair" Yang Tianchao.

Seeing Zhao Long come in, two people quickly shut the door.

"Yellow Hair" took a deep drag of his cigarette, then tilted his head back to blow smoke toward the ceiling, completely ignoring Zhao Long’s presence.

Zhao Long’s face remained calm, and he strode forward.

Suddenly, the two rows of people blocked Zhao Long’s path, coldly smiling as if Zhao Long were a lamb awaiting slaughter.

"Brother Long, when you weren’t back, this place was managed by me." "Yellow Hair" lazily said from the back.

"Not anymore." Zhao Long said calmly.

"You say it’s not yours, so it’s not? Do you really think you’re all that?" "Yellow Hair" stood up and approached Zhao Long.

The two rows of people quickly made way, but crowded around "Yellow Hair" closely, wary of Zhao Long suddenly making a move.

"Yellow Hair" was still wearing last night’s white shirt, with Zhao Long’s oily handprint on it.

"The brothers respect you enough to call you Brother Long, but don’t think you’re really the boss." "Yellow Hair" sneered, pointing at Zhao Long’s chest: "You were quite cocky yesterday, remember I said if you disrespect me, I won’t respect you."

The people around laughed heartily. They had heard Zhao Long was tough, but now with ten of them gathered, they were quite sure Zhao Long wouldn’t dare to act rashly.

"Looking like an idiot, why are you acting out? Your time is over, stop shamelessly showing up."

"Daring to mess with Brother Chao, he’s asking for trouble."

Those around spoke up, fully venting their inner dissatisfaction.

"What do you want?" Zhao Long asked calmly.

"Simple." Thinking Zhao Long was scared by his calmness, "Yellow Hair" leaned in and whispered: "Just give me forty percent of the bar’s profits, and I’ll let you have it."

"Yellow Hair" had his own calculations: take forty percent himself and give fifty percent to his boss, leaving Zhao Long with only ten percent.

"Going to agree or not? Give me an answer." "Yellow Hair" shouted impatiently.

"Do you know that what you’re doing is defying your superiors, and do you know the consequences?" Zhao Long said coldly.

"Damn it." Thinking it wouldn’t be hard, "Yellow Hair" was surprised Zhao Long brought gang hierarchy into play.