The Secret to Picking Up Girls

Seeing the thoughtfulness of the arrangements, Zhang Yuze became even more impressed with the hotel's service. At the same time, he was very curious about the hotel's owner. To be able to train the staff of this hotel to this level, they probably weren't an ordinary person.

When Zhang Yuze arrived at the hotel entrance, he indeed saw twenty-odd young men who looked disreputable, some squatting, some leaning, or standing with their arms crossed outside on the road. Each of them looked at the entrance with a sneer. There were also a dozen motorcycles parked outside. Seeing this, Zhang Yuze knew that his guess had been confirmed. These people really were from the Flying Riders gang.

Seeing Zhang Yuze and the manager walk out, one of them, a bald man who looked almost thirty, wearing very flashy capri pants, with a cigarette in his mouth, swaggered up to Zhang Yuze. Then he blew a smoke ring at Zhang Yuze, and heavily punched Zhang Yuze in the chest, saying in a drawling voice, "Boy, where are you from, trying to make a name for yourself here? If you know what's good for you, fork over 20,000 yuan for my brothers' medical expenses, and I can pretend I didn't see anything today. Otherwise, when my boss personally comes out, it won't just be a matter of paying money. Maybe you'll be missing an arm or a leg, it's all very normal."

Zhang Yuze's eyes narrowed at the other party's physical contact, and he looked at the man, saying, "Since when did the Flying Riders gang start moonlighting as thieves? Truly a promising career path?"

The bald young man was stunned for a moment, then threw away the cigarette butt he had finished smoking, stomped on it on the ground, and then looked at Zhang Yuze with a sneer, saying, "Boy, you've got a bad attitude! What? Do you want to have a go with us? I don't know how you want to do it, but we're all game!"

As he spoke, several hoodlum youths on the four motorcycles banged on the motorcycles with wooden sticks in an extremely arrogant manner. They also kept whistling.

"Boy, quickly pay up, or we'll beat you to a pulp... and let you know why the flowers are so red, and why the sun is so bright!"

"Yeah! If you piss me off, I'll hang you..."

...

"Why are the flowers so red?" Zhang Yuze frowned. Why did that sound like a line from 'How the Steel Was Tempered'? Zhang Yuze shook his head and couldn't help but chuckle. These guys are even copying lines from others, they're destined to have no future making money.

Dozens of young men sitting on motorcycles started shouting, and their words became increasingly unpleasant.

Looking at the several young men whose hair and clothes were all colorful, Zhang Yuze frowned, his eyes becoming increasingly cold. These scumbags couldn't even be described as gangsters, they were just local thugs. He felt like he was lowering his status just by associating with them. If gangsters nowadays were all like this, what future was there for the gangster world?

Seeing the hotel manager beside him wanting to say something, Zhang Yuze waved his hand to stop him, saying, "No need to trouble you, I don't even consider these people a threat."

After speaking, he coldly said to Li Yunpeng and the others who had already arrived behind him, "Break their hands and feet, and then have the Flying Riders gang take them back, so they can learn how to behave properly." With that, Zhang Yuze turned and walked into the building.