Warm my heart

As he finished speaking, the door slowly opened.

A man dressed in black with a respectful look walked in quickly.

"President Zhang, two distinguished guests have arrived and are specifically looking for you two."

The man lowered his head and spoke in a very humble tone.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Rishan glanced coldly at the man in front of him.

He asked in a deep voice: "Do you know who this person is?"

The man hesitated slightly.

Then he replied cautiously: “Replying to Master Zhang, that man looks like he is from our mainland, but he has an extraordinary temperament;

The woman was obviously from Hong Kong and was dressed fashionably and gorgeously.

In addition, there is something strange, the man has a long knife on his back.

And his index and middle fingers seem to be longer than normal."

When Zhang Qishan and Zhang Rishan heard this, they understood.

This feature is so obvious that the person coming is most likely someone from their Zhang family.

And judging by the description, it's most likely him.

Thinking of this, Zhang Qishan couldn't help but feel excited, and his heartbeat quickened a bit.

At this moment, Zhang Qishan just gave him a look.

Zhang Rishan nodded in understanding, indicating that he understood what he meant.

Zhang Rishan gave the order: "Go gather all the staff in the store!"

After all, the Crescent Hotel employs a number of skilled thugs.

But since it was him who was facing this, no one dared to take it lightly.

If a fight really breaks out, I'm afraid we won't be able to subdue the other party with the existing manpower.

They completely ignored Ding Dong.

Zhang Qishan held the exquisitely carved dragon head cane tightly in both hands.

Walk ahead with steady steps.

He has an upright posture and a majestic temperament, and every step he takes seems to carry invisible pressure.

Zhang Rishan, who followed closely behind, walked quickly to the door, raised his hand and knocked gently.

After a moment, a low and slightly lazy voice came from the room: "Come in..."

After getting permission, Zhang Rishan reached out and opened the door.

Zhang Qishan stepped into the room first and quickly scanned the room.

There was an antique armchair placed in the center, and a man in a black robe was sitting on it.

The man was leaning slightly to the side, so his face couldn't be seen clearly, but he was recognized as Zhang Qiling.

Not far from the man, there was a woman standing.

She has a slender figure, as delicate as a willow swaying in the wind.

Just from her back, you can see that she has a slim and graceful figure with exquisite curves, which arouses a lot of imagination.

Zhang Qishan's eyes narrowed slightly and he waved his arm.

Zhang Rishan behind him understood what he meant and immediately led everyone in.

In the blink of an eye, the originally spacious room became crowded and filled with people.

At this moment, Zhang Qiling and Ma Dingdang, who had been facing away from the crowd, slowly turned around.

Ma Dingdang raised a sarcastic smile at the corner of his mouth.

He chuckled and said, "Oh, so this is what you call a great gift at the Crescent Hotel?"

As she spoke, her beautiful eyes looked up and down at the group of people in front of her, and a hint of disdain flashed in her eyes.

Then, she nodded slightly, and said with a half-smile: "Well, but, this gift is quite acceptable. I kind of like it."

Before she finished speaking, she shook her wrist and a blue light suddenly lit up.

The next moment, the blue light rushed out like lightning, its speed was astonishing.

The people present didn't even have time to see how she made her move. They only felt a powerful force coming towards them.

In an instant, everyone in the room was knocked to the ground, wailing in pain.

Zhang Qiling, on the other hand, remained calm.

He skillfully took out a snow-white handkerchief from his bosom.

Gently wiped Ma Dingdang's fingers.

His expression was focused and gentle, as if all the chaos around him had nothing to do with him.

Zhang Qishan and Zhang Rishan saw this scene, and their faces became increasingly gloomy and ugly.

I was secretly wondering how to deal with it next.

Ma Dingdang glared at Zhang Qishan with eyes wide open.

He roared indignantly, "It's you two, the two ungrateful, disloyal, and unfilial people of this clan!

How dare you be so audacious as to plot against your clan leader! You are truly lawless!"

He held the sharp long knife tightly in his hand, ready to chop at the two of them.

At this critical moment, Zhang Qiling, who had been silent all this time, suddenly moved.

He just flashed and grabbed Ma Dingdang.

He said in a deep voice: "Dingdang, let me handle this matter."

His eyes were firm and resolute, and he obviously didn't want to let his beloved woman get her hands stained with blood.

She looked at the tall and straight figure in front of her.

Without hesitation, he handed the knife to him.

He said softly, “Since you are determined to avenge me personally, then I will do as you please.

But don’t let these two guys get away with it too easily.”

After Zhang Qiling took the knife, he didn't say much.

Instead, he walked straight towards the two kneeling men with steady and powerful steps.

As he got closer, an extremely powerful Qilin pressure suddenly erupted.

It enveloped Zhang Qishan and Zhang Rishan like a mountain crushing an egg.

The two of them felt as if a heavy mountain was pressing down on their heads.

Their legs could no longer support the weight of their bodies, and they fell to the ground with a thump.

At this moment, their faces were as pale as paper, cold sweat was dripping down their foreheads, and their hearts were filled with fear and despair.

At this moment, a heavy voice like a huge bell came from above.

"Do you regret it now?"

Zhang Qishan and Zhang Rishan looked at each other, and a complicated look flashed in their eyes.

If I had to say I regret it, maybe a little.

But compared to the desires deep in my heart.

This regret is really insignificant.

Zhang Qiling and Ma Dingdang sat side by side on the sofa not far away.

He looked coldly at the two people kneeling on the ground and shivering.

The other people in the room had already tactfully left.

This space was left to the four of them.

The whole scene seemed exceptionally quiet.

Only the occasional faint sound of breathing broke the silence.

Ma Dingdang blinked his big, lively eyes.

Curiously, he asked, "Young Master, is Zhang Rishan also a Qilin?"

Zhang Qiling on the side nodded slightly.

He agreed: "Yes, that's right, he is indeed from the Qilin clan."

Hearing this answer, Ma Dingdang couldn't help but frown.

He tilted his head to the side suspiciously.

Puzzled, he pressed on, “That’s strange, since he’s a Qilin.

How could he willingly follow Qiongqi and his gang?

Is there some hidden secret behind this?"

Faced with this question, Zhang Qiling also shook his head.

After thinking for a moment.

Ma Dingdang seemed to have thought of something, and her eyes lit up.

He said excitedly: "That's right! Judging from the current situation, it seems that Zhang Rishan has a long lifespan like you.

But why didn't Zhang Qishan choose to use Zhang Rishan for research?