Excellent beauty's personal security guard

"But the result made him despair. Whether it is a big hospital or an old traditional Chinese medicine, it always makes him come in high spirits and return disappointed. However, at this time, something unexpected happened to him. It was not because he was dressed as a gentleman, but because the scene was rather frightening.

The equipment in the room is very simple. A chair is where Luo Bingzhang sits. Opposite is a sofa, and not far from the side is a writing desk. There is a laptop on the desk and a screen saver with vertical and horizontal water pipes, which makes people dizzy.

Standing in front of him and behind him were four big men with waistcoats on their upper bodies. The pieces on their arms may not be muscles. At least they are also fat protrusions, which will always contribute to their strength. Luo Bingzhang is not afraid of these four people. He has mixed the society and practiced Taekwondo and catch fighting. Although he has no white belt and black belt, he may not be able to defeat the other two or three ordinary men.

Unfortunately, there are three other people scattered in the room. If these three are included, Luo Bingzhang can only sit in his chair and dispel the idea of resistance.

Of course, he was hijacked here, and the seven people who hijacked him at that time, plus him, could be stuffed into two cars. If Luo Bingzhang had been so honest as he is now, he would not have been so blue and blue.

But it was Duan Peng who really frightened Luo Bingzhang. Duan Peng is the only person sitting in the room except Luo Bingzhang. Unlike Luo Bingzhang, Duan Peng sits on the sofa. Of course, both his expression and sitting posture are much more comfortable than Luo Bingzhang. Duan Peng had a smiling expression on his face and stared at him, smiling and speechless.

Luo Bingzhang tried his best to calm down, made a cold expression and said, "boss Duan, I'm confident I didn't offend you and hijacked me here. What do you want to do?"

Duan Peng smiled. A cigarette in his hand was not lit, but gently twisted it with two fingers: "it's a pleasure to meet you. We met again just after Mr. Luo got out of prison. Mr. Luo is a sensible man. It's meaningless for you to ask. Ha ha, what do you say? "