Chapter 5672 Young Master Su San

"never mind?"

The man with a dreadlocked braid looked at Zhao Zhe with a smile.

"Which god is you? What kind of backstage do you have? Let's talk about it."

"If there is no background, I'm sorry, why should I give you face?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhe slowly said, "I am from the Dapeng Tribe..."

"Directual?"

The man with dreadlocks curled his lips.

"But I have never seen you in the Zhao family's direct line..."

When Zhao Zhe heard the man with a dreadlocks, he immediately understood that the other party must have a good identity.

But the problem is that Mr. Zhao has already paid the bill tonight.

What else can he be like for Mr. Zhao?

It would be embarrassing if you don’t come forward at this time!

As soon as he thought of this, Zhao Zhe could only continue to grit his teeth and said, "I am not a direct descendant of the Zhao family, but a side branch..."

"My father is the manager of the Zhao family..."

"Ba"

Before Zhao Zhe could finish his words, the man with a dreadlocked braid had already walked forward and slapped him on Zhao Zhe's face.

Zhao Zhe was beaten to a staggering moment and subconsciously said: "You——"

"Ba"

The man with a dreadlocked hand slapped another hand.

Zhao Zhe said sadly: "Don't bully people too much, our Dapeng tribe is not easy to bully..."

"Smack--"

Hearing this, the man with dreadlocks slapped more than a dozen times with his hands.

"Isn't the Dapeng tribe easy to bully?"

"The direct descendants of the Dapeng tribe really want to give you some face!"

"You are a side department and a son in charge!"

"It's fine to pretend to be outside on weekdays!"

"Is it still pretending to be in front of me now?"

"Whether things are over, what you say doesn't count, what he says doesn't count."

"I have the final say!"

While speaking, the man with a dreadlocked hand slapped Zhao Zhe again, causing him to stagger.

Zhao Zhe's face was swollen like a pig's head at this moment. His heart was full of anger, but he didn't dare to say anything. He just lowered his head and said, "Brother, I have a close relationship with Mr. Zhao Sanshi of our Dapeng Tribe. For his sake..."

"Bang!"

Hearing the three words "Zhao Sanshi", the man with dreadlocks seemed even more angry.

He was not satisfied after slapping, but kicked him out again.

"When Zhao Sanshi meets me, he has to call me politely, Brother Su."

"Whether to give him face depends on my own mood!"

"You are a little slut, but you actually want me to give you face?"

"Which onion do you think you are?"

"Is there any right to let me Su Renbao give you face?"

Hearing the three words "Su Renbao", Zhao Zhe was slightly shocked, and then an incredible expression appeared on his face.

"Su...Su Susu...Su Renbao?"

"The Su family of Tianlin tribe, Su Renbao?"

"San Master Su!?"

When Ye Hao heard this name, he felt a little familiar, but he didn't say anything.

However, Yelu Xiang and other women all had delicate bodies trembling, and an incredible expression appeared on their faces.

They may not know the three words Su Renbao, but they definitely know how awesome the Su family of the Tianlin tribe outside the Great Wall was.

Such a prince is definitely not something that they can offend.

After all, although they are also people in the upper class, they are the marginal people inside.

Compared with big names like Su Renbao, the difference is simply a world of difference.

So at this moment, the pretty faces of the women turned pale.

As for those men, they were all trembling, and some of them even had a little wet crotch.

I can only say that no matter how you look at it, it is extremely desolate.


Chapter completed!