The host of Kuaichuan is domineering

Chapter 73 My Dad Is a Pink Boss (10)

When Doctor Zhao came, Jiang Tang had already fallen asleep in Lu Lichao's arms.

The man kept silent, and gently put the baby in his arms on the bed, and covered her with a quilt.

Looking at Jiang Tang's sleeping face, Lu Lichao's eyes were dark and deep. After a while, the man rubbed the girl's hair, then slowly turned and said to Dr. Zhao.

"go out."

Dr. Zhao obediently followed Lu Lichao out and came to the study.

In the study, Lu Lichao casually took off his suit shirt. His strong and thin upper body was covered with blood, and the red liquid was a little solidified. When he took it off, there was a tearing sound, which was the sound of flesh and cloth being torn.

The man's firm belly is neatly packed with eight-pack abs, and the high and raised biceps look extraordinarily powerful. The lines are well defined and the muscles are beautiful. They are not exaggerated but look explosive.

It's just that this beautiful upper body is full of stab wounds and dark bullet holes, which looks extremely terrifying.

Especially on the upper arm, a hideous wound formed a circle, like a fleshy centipede, hovering over the man's arm.

The lower abdomen was torn due to the wound, and now it was bleeding out. Lu Li faced his face expressionlessly, without frowning, and lay down on his own.

"Hurry up and deal with it."

Dr. Zhao is not surprised. As Lu Lichao's personal doctor, it is already a routine to come once a month. This kind of wound is really not enough for Lu Lichao.

When Lu Lichao was 20 years old, someone cut his arm with a watermelon knife. The whole arm was almost cut off directly, and the bones were scattered everywhere.

Up to now, Lu Lichao still can't exert much strength on that arm, and it looks the same to outsiders, but Dr. Zhao knows all the stories about this man, and every wound is the proof that Lu Lichao slipped around the gate of hell and came back.

Others are still enjoying a carefree college life at the age of 20, talk about a girlfriend and pretend to be aggressive, and don't eat the sufferings of the world.

The 20-year-old Lu Lichao was immersed in the shadows of swords and swords. He carried a watermelon knife all day long and a 747 on his waist. He didn't even dare to cover himself with the quilt when he slept, for fear of being slaughtered in a dream.

When Mr. Lu was alive, he offended a lot of people, owed a lot of debts, and was blocked by an arms dealer in a Las Vegas casino. While the debt collectors were seeking revenge, the old man shot himself, and he died instantly.

But in this world, there is no such thing as death and debt extinction. When the old dies, these enmities and debts must be repaid by the young.

When the old man died, Lu Lichao was only 16 years old.

The people under his command had almost run away, and there were only a few good brothers who had been with the old man through life and death, and they followed, including Dr. Zhao.

In the past ten years, Dr. Zhao has been watching how Lu Lichao came here.

He watched helplessly as the 16-year-old boy who was trembling with a knife turned into the murderous executioner he is today.

Lu Lichao, being ruthless to others, is even more ruthless to himself.

What he endured was not poverty and disease, but a face-to-face race against death. More than a dozen forces were thinking about how to kill him, but they managed to keep him alive.

Reality forced him to grow up, and he himself strived for success. At the age of 20, he resolved all his enemies and debts. At the age of 23, he established his own empire organization. At the age of 25, his power far exceeded the peak of the old man. Now he is 29 years old. Go against Lu Lichao.

Anyone who sees him has to respectfully call out Lord Lu.

(End of this chapter)