Dragon King Hall

Chapter 100
Henry Zhang returned home after a busy day, and smelled the strong smell of rice coming from the house.

"Milan is cooking again?"

Henry Zhang didn’t think about Sylvia Lin’s ability to cook at all this time.

Sure enough, as soon as he entered the house, Sylvia Lin was sitting at the dining table, looking at the kitchen expectantly.

Sitting at the dining table with Sylvia Lin, there is also a strange and beautiful woman. Milan's figure flashes in the kitchen from time to time.

“Sylvia, here’s a friend.” Henry Zhang greeted naturally, every time Milan was there, he would call Sylvia Lin that way.

Sylvia Lin excitedly introduced to Henry Zhang: "This is Li Ke, Milan's friend in Faguo, you don't know yet, Milan and Li Ke, but cook food for the royal family of Faguo, you are blessed with the royal family , Li Ke, this is Henry Zhang.”

"Hello." Li Ke took the initiative to reach out to Henry Zhang.

“Hello.” Henry Zhang reached out and held the fingertips of the other party, but was thinking about what Sylvia Lin said.

Far country royal family?

At that time, Henry Zhang thought of a person, the current chef of the royal family of Fa Kingdom, who had been begging himself to teach him some cooking skills. One year, he told himself that he had found two good grass fields in hot summer, and the chefs under him collectively , there are only two people from Yanxia. Could it be that Milan and Li Ke are the apprentices that person is looking for?

Henry Zhang glanced at Li Ke with some weird eyes, and then looked at Milan who was busy in the kitchen.

My wife's best friend is likely to become my disciple?
Henry Zhang’s sweeping gaze did not escape Li Ke’s eyes. When they met for the first time, they looked all over like this. Everyone would feel uncomfortable, but Li Ke didn’t say anything. She knew the nature of Henry Zhang, an emotional liar, this time, Li Ke also intends to cooperate with Milan and expose this person.

Today, Milan did not cook any Fa-Chinese delicacies, but made some home-cooked dishes, and Sylvia Lin couldn't bear the aroma when it came out.

Henry Zhang can also see now that his wife is a foodie through and through, and she doesn’t usually show it. Once she encounters delicious food, her foodie nature is immediately exposed.

During the meal, the three women were communicating with each other, and the topics they talked about were mostly cosmetics, clothing brands and so on. Henry Zhang couldn’t get in the way, so he quickly finished the meal and found a reason to go out.

Eight Immortals Tower.

In front of the one-person-high statue of Guan Gong, incense stands were already filled.

Han Wenrou was wearing a tight-fitting leather jacket, with a graceful and graceful figure, sitting at the head of the largest Eight Immortals table, and Hei Lei San's poisonous snake wrapped in gauze, standing behind Han Wenrou.

In the Eight Immortals Building, there are not many club members, only a few ten people, but these ten people are all the heads of the major clubs in the Dark Night Club of Xixia Province.

The head of Heilei is a middle-aged man in his 50s. He has an ordinary face and is wearing a very ordinary sportswear. If people see him on the road, no one would think of it. , he is the leader of the Dark Night Society in the entire Xixia Province.

Hei Hong has been working hard on the road since he was 20 years old, and many people have heard of his deeds.

Beside Heihong, stood a young man with an immature face. The atmosphere in the Eight Immortals Building seemed very silent, but the young man was standing there, holding his mobile phone, playing the game carefully. The background music of the game lingered in the air. In the Eight Immortals Building.

As a member of the system, Han Rourou couldn't be more clear about what kind of organization the sharp blade is. The people there are directly under the command of the supreme commander, and everyone is an elite among the elites!Even they, one of Henry Zhang’s subordinates, must be cautious and cautious, so what about Henry Zhang?
Regarding the question of Henry Zhang's identity, Han Wenrou has never thought about it, because she knows that she can't imagine so much at all, and her cognition is too limited.

(End of this chapter)