Fake Prodigal

Chapter 542
Xiaopang mocked: "Don't pretend, I didn't learn from you. I set up a private home theater and found the feeling of being there!"

"Damn it!" Li Hao was speechless for a moment, a black line flashed across his forehead.

Under the hazy moonlight, there is a skyscraper looming, where Xiaopang's family lives.

The Porsche drove into the underground garage, Fei Bo opened the door freely, Li Hao then got out of the car, the two talked and laughed, and walked towards the exit of the garage.

A seemingly loyal security guard walked towards him, waved his hand, and greeted him warmly: "Mr. Wang is back!"

"Old Liu, you're still busy at such a late hour!" Fei Bo nodded politely, and walked leisurely towards the exit of the garage.

Li Hao didn't care, and was still walking forward, and Timo's voice sounded in his heart: "Be careful behind your back, the security guard took out the black star and aimed at Xiaopang!"

"Plop!" Li Hao kicked Fei Bo in front of him down, and Xiaopang rolled to the back of the car like a gourd.

"Bang bang bang!" The bullet grazed Li Hao's head and landed where Xiaopang was just now, sparks splashed on the concrete floor.

Li Hao suddenly turned around, hid behind the car, and rushed towards the upset old Liu in a roundabout way. Old Liu was not polite and pulled the trigger continuously, but he missed the target, and the bullets quickly ran out.

"Crash!" The windshield shattered, and the tires began to leak air. Li Hao dodged left and right, escaped the attack, jumped to the roof of the car, and the hungry tiger leaped forward.

"What the hell!" Old Liu was in a hurry, replacing the clips, his eyes were dark, and Li Hao landed condescendingly, overturning the old Liu in front of him.

"Boom!" Black Star fell a few meters away, and Lao Liu fell heavily to the ground, grinning in pain, struggling to fight back.

Li Hao swung his fist the size of a sandbag, and punched it down a few times. Old Liu's nose was bruised, his face was swollen, he was dizzy, and completely lost his temper.

Fei Bo came over and said weakly: "Brother Hao, you have too many enemies, Fat Master said that the pressure is great!"

"Fuck off! I don't know the security guard, the killer is looking for you, you should ask yourself!" Li Hao was expressionless, lit a cigarette and walked to the side, leaning against the wall to watch the excitement.

Old Liu looked up at Xiaopang, with a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth, and said with a sinister smile: "Fatty, Qian Shao asked you a question mark, hehe!" As soon as the words fell, Old Liu rolled his eyes, kicked his legs, and disappeared sound!
Xiaopang was stunned, standing there horrified, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he was stunned.

Li Hao exhaled a puff of smoke, put away the black star on the ground, and joked: "The fat man is really awesome, the killer is looking for a ****, buddy, feel ashamed!"

"You can't be judged by appearances. Lao Liu has been a security guard for two months. He greets people with a smile every day. He is very honest. I didn't expect... Sigh!" Xiaopang was dejected, took out his mobile phone in a lonely way, and dialed the number.

At dawn, Xiao Pang contacted Long Yaomei and explained the situation of encountering the killer. Long Yaomei sold the property and would soon go to Nandu.

Xiaopang's lair is not safe, so he can only temporarily stay in the Bright Club. Li Hao also sent four black super bodyguards to protect Xiaopang and wait for Long Yaomei's return.

In the villa on the top of the mountain, Li Hao fell asleep soundly, his phone rang, and he answered the phone helplessly, and the voice of the lame uncle sounded from the opposite side: "Are you free, little brother, let's have dinner together!"

"Okay!" Li Hao breathed out with sleepy eyes.

"Eight o'clock in the evening, at the entrance of the snack street, see you there!" Uncle Lame said.

"OK!" Li Hao hung up the phone, got up to wash up, and asked, "What time is it?"

Timo sat on the sofa, watched TV with potato chips in his hand, and said without looking back: "06:30 in the afternoon, you slept all day!"

Li Hao tidied up his hair, changed into a casual suit, and joked: "Dinner is at the snack street, let's go!"

Timo put down the potato chips and jumped onto Li Hao's shoulder. His invisibility became transparent. The monkey drove off and quickly left the villa, disappearing into the night.

Passers-by were bustling with people, and they walked into the well-known snack street to taste the special snacks from all over the world. An extended Lincoln parked opposite the snack street. Li Hao walked over and knocked on the car window.

The lame uncle opened the door and got out of the car, took the top hat and put it on the top of his head, stood on the street with a civilized stick, looked at the bustling snack street, and said lonely: "It's been a long time since I ate authentic Chezai noodles, let's try it together , Get back the feeling of childhood."

Li Hao joked: "The snack street is mixed with fish and dragons, it's not safe, and eating in restaurants is the same!"

The lame uncle walked forward slowly with a half-smile, and said calmly: "The more people there are, the safer it will be. Only places where fish and dragons mix can have authentic Chezai noodles, which you can't find anywhere else!"

Li Hao followed, mingled with the noisy crowd, strolled in the lively snack street, food stalls opened on both sides of the street, the rich aroma wafted in all directions, there was an endless stream of diners, and the whole street was in full swing.

A food stall is very lively, and the sign of Yang Kee Che Zai Noodles is very eye-catching.

The master chef has a bald head, sweating profusely from the heat, with a towel on his shoulder, skillfully tilting the big hook, and bowing his head to stir-fry the dishes. The young man is busy, and the business is very hot!
The lame uncle looked around, pointed to Yangji Chezai Noodles, and said heartily: "Yangji Chezai Noodles are the most authentic. I haven't eaten them for more than 20 years. This is the one."

"Okay!" Li Hao smiled slightly, followed Uncle Lame into the food stall, and sat at an empty table by the window, in an inconspicuous corner.

The young guy was young and handsome, he greeted him enthusiastically, and said respectfully, "What kind of snacks do you two want to eat? This shop has authentic car noodles, as well as bowl wings, wonton noodles, spicy fish balls, Fried three treasures...!"

The lame uncle waved his hand, interrupted the buddy's introduction, and said boldly: "Needless to say, all the snacks are double servings!"

There are more than 30 kinds of special snacks in the food stall. The young man was stunned, his expression became strange, and he said awkwardly: "Don't be kidding, uncle, there are more than 70 plates for a double serving. No matter how good your appetite is, you can't finish it!"

Satisfied, the lame uncle took out a stack of red bills and threw them on the table, and said defiantly: "Master is not short of money, serve the dishes quickly!"

"Boss, later!" The young man smiled openly, his mouth crooked, nodded and left, and went to inform the master.

Li Hao was very puzzled, and asked curiously: "Where can I finish eating more than 70 plates? It's too wasteful?"

The lame uncle pretended to be mysterious, and joked: "It's okay, if you can't eat, walk around, eat a bowl and pour a bowl, uncle is rich!"

Li Hao responded with a wry smile, what kind of plane is he doing? It's not a good habit to pretend to be like a young man at a young age!
Plates of special snacks are placed on the table, and the plates and bowls are piled up like a mountain. The aroma is overflowing, and the eyes are dazzled. I don’t know which one to eat first.

(End of this chapter)