super flower student

"Could it be that God favored me, a poor boy?" Zhou Yang looked up at the night sky at a 45-degree angle, and asked the most unnutritious words ever.

After getting into the car, Zhou Yang didn't take the Swiss gold card in his pocket too seriously. If he was a different person, he would definitely not be able to drive on the road so calmly with a lot of money in his body.At this time, what Zhou Yang was worried about was still the injury on Master's body. If it really existed, he was willing to exchange the 2000 million yuan for Qiao Lao's healthy body.

Land Rover was driving slowly on the wide road. At this moment, two black BMWs passed by Zhou Yang's car, one on the left and one on the right.

Looking at the traffic lights on the side of the road, Zhou Yang wondered for a while: Could it be that the traffic policemen in Country M are all vegetarians, are they off duty at this point?

Thinking of this, Zhou Yang stepped hard, and Lu Rover also drove forward quickly.

After about ten minutes, the car drove out of the downtown area, and on the street outside, you can vaguely see street girls in scantily dressed clothes, posing in various wavy poses.

At this moment, a large piece of fire suddenly rose from the road ahead, and Zhou Yang's eyes were bright red from the soaring disaster.He accelerated and drove towards the front. When he was still tens of meters away from the flames, a burst of machine gun rattling sound reached Zhou Yang's ears.

Zhou Yang frowned, could it be that he was making a movie?

Slowly stopping the car, turning off the lights, Zhou Yang heard some messy sounds with his keen hearing.It can be judged that there are at least three people who shot, and it is not sure whether there are people in the BMW car in front.

Zhou Yang moved forward slowly, and with his eyes that surpassed night vision devices in the night, he first saw a tall car stuck on the back seat of the deformed Rolls-Royce Phantom. Man, Zhou Yang narrowed his eyes, isn't that man the black old man at the gambling table?

Behind the Rolls-Royce, there are two men who are raising their guns to fight against the tall men outside, but it seems that they won't last long.

Zhou Yang hunched over his waist, struggling to shuttle through the ditch beside the road, and rushed directly behind the two BMW cars at an extremely fast speed.

One of the men heard the noise behind him and turned his head just in time to see Zhou Yang who was about to jump up. The man yelled, and the other two swept towards Zhou Yang with a slight charge in an instant.

At this time, it was too late to think too much, Zhou Yang's pupils were instantly congested with blood, and his body turned into an afterimage, attacking these three people directly in an S-shaped trajectory.

Bang, bang, three muffled sounds, the three men were hit on the temples by Zhou Yang almost at the same time, and fell limply to the ground.

Zhou Yang stopped to take a look at the two BMWs, and after confirming that there was no one inside, he shouted to the deformed Rolls-Royce: "Old maniac, it's safe now, come out!"

Two heads popped up from the back of the car, and found that there was no sound outside, one of them walked out cautiously, saw several people lying on the ground and Zhou Yang standing in the middle of the road, he yelled to the back.

Another man walked out with the help of the black old man, and the Rolls-Royce Phantom worth tens of millions turned into a fucking piece of scrap metal, Zhou Yang was a little puzzled.

When the old man saw that the person who saved him was actually the young man who was at the gaming table before, he suddenly grinned. In the dark night, a black man suddenly showed his white teeth, which was quite scary.

"Young man, thank you for saving me. My name is Bardolph. Can you come to my house tonight? I don't know how to thank you!" Those who come out are people who have just climbed out of the life and death line.

Zhou Yang thought for a while and said with a smile: "No, I have to go back to take care of Master, tomorrow!"

Bardolph took out a card from his pocket, a phone number was printed on the purple-gold background pattern, and there was nothing else.

"Call me tomorrow, I will treat you warmly, by the way, I don't know your name yet?" Bardolph asked with a smile.

"My name is Zhou Yang, okay, I will definitely go to your house to have a big meal tomorrow!" Zhou Yang took the business card and turned around to get on the Land Rover. He almost threw Bardolph's business card with a shake of his hand just now.

Looking at the taillights of the Land Rover in the distance, Bardolph stroked his chin and asked the two men beside him: "Did you see his figure clearly when he rescued us just now?"

Both of them shook their heads.

"Hehe, it really is the mysterious East! Go back, and treat this interesting boy tomorrow!" Bardolph said and looked into the distance, and a small helicopter was slowly flying towards this side.

It was past ten o'clock in the evening when Zhou Yang returned to the villa. He went straight into Mr. Qiao's room. Seeing that Mr. Qiao was still half lying down and not asleep, Zhou Yang stepped forward and asked, "Master, do you want to eat something? I get it for you?"

Qiao Lao smiled and said, "Can you cook, kid?"

"Of course, when I was young, I always cooked at home alone, but at that time we used pots and stoves with dry firewood burning underneath. I'll make you whatever Master wants to eat!" Zhou Yang said, patting his chest with a smile.

"Forget it, you can just chat with Teacher Wei, what did you go out to play tonight?"

"It's nothing, I went shopping around, and went to the casino for a walk. I just rescued an old man named Dofu on the way back!" Zhou Yang casually recounted the day's events.

"What? Who do you think you saved?" Qiao Lao suddenly sat up and coughed twice violently.

Zhou Yang stepped forward quickly, patted Mr. Qiao on the back, took out the business card from his pocket, and put it on the quilt: "Master, it's an old man named Bardolph, he lost tens of millions. Give it to me, and then I saved it, and said to invite me to dinner tomorrow!"

After hearing this, Mr. Qiao turned his eyes to Zhou Yang, his eyes were full of admiration, and he nodded in praise: "Yes, I, Qiao Yunjia, did not misunderstand the person, and you were not blinded by money. Zhou Yang, as a teacher, I want to tell you , Bardolph is not a simple old man, he is an extremely powerful figure in Las Vegas, and even in the entire country of M!"

"Ah? Is this old man so powerful?" Zhou Yang exclaimed.

"Hehe, you will know in the future, it's getting late, go to rest quickly!"

After Zhou Yang left Qiao Lao's room, a figure appeared in front of Qiao Lao's bed. It was the little old man who had helped Zhou Yang win billions of dollars before.

He bowed and said, "Yu Ling, the task has been completed!"

Old Qiao frowned, and shouted: "Langjiu, you are not much younger than me, don't make so many rules, tell me, how about my apprentice?"

The little old man who was called Lang Jiu by Mr. Qiao suddenly stood up, giggled, and his mustache trembled: "Yu Ling, let me tell you the truth, as long as this kid doesn't go astray, he will have a bright future!"

Old Qiao's eyes flashed brightly, and he said happily: "Since you say so, let's see what this kid will do in the future, ahem... Come on, calm down for me!"

Zhou Yang lay on the bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. It was broad daylight in China at this time, so he went to call Xiaowei out of boredom, then chatted with Peng Yihu for a while, and then slowly fell asleep.