Huayu: Don't force me to be a master

Chapter 86 I'll make you sick

Who is Qian Lang?

I'll eat anything in this life.

I just don't want to lose out!

So he immediately wanted to cause trouble for Zhang Baizhi.

Helpless!

Zhang Baizhi:

China's most popular actresses.

Mrs. Xiang treats him as her own son.

She and Nicholas Tse have just broken up.

She's flirting with Edison Chen.

She is on a date with Young Master Xiang.

She's in Hong Kong!

and so!

Three days later, on May 28, 2003, at 5 p.m.

Hong Kong International Airport.

As Qian Lang stepped out of the arrival hall, a humid, hot sea breeze hit him, sticky and uncomfortable, as if someone had smeared a wet towel all over his face.

The airport was bustling with people: tourists dragging suitcases, staff in uniforms, and drivers holding signs to pick up passengers. Various accents of Mandarin, Cantonese, and English mingled together, creating a buzzing noise that gave one a headache.

"Damn it!"

Qian Lang cursed.

In order to come to Hong Kong, I owed Han Sanping a small favor again when I applied for the travel permit.

However, he simply couldn't tolerate this.

Zhang Baizhi? 10?

This isn't just bullying, this is disgusting.

He finished his cigarette, stubbed it out, and got into a taxi.

China Star Group.

The driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror, said nothing, and stepped on the gas.

The car drove through the city, and the street scenes outside the window rushed past.

High-rise buildings, all high-rise buildings.

The buildings stand side by side, densely packed, as if someone had forcibly squeezed steel and concrete together.

The glass curtain wall reflected the afternoon sun, so bright it hurt the eyes.

Some buildings have huge GG signs on their rooftops, displaying Li Ka-shing's real estate developments, Chow Tai Fook's jewelry, and Emperor Entertainment's movie posters—a colorful array of red, yellow, and green.

Indeed, at that time, Hong Kong was the most prosperous city in all of Asia.

However, Qian Lang sensed a petty and narrow-minded attitude, just like the people here.

Less than an hour later, the taxi stopped in front of China Star Group.

Qian Lang got out of the car, stood by the roadside, and looked up.

In front of me was a dozen-story office building with a glass curtain wall, silver-gray in color, gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

Two thick, black marble pillars stood at the entrance, so thick that it would take one person to wrap their arms around them. A gold plaque hung on the pillars, bearing the words "China Star Group Co., Ltd." in traditional Chinese characters, with bold, heavy strokes, giving it a substantial appearance.

Four security guards stood at the entrance, dressed in dark blue uniforms, with walkie-talkies clipped to their waists. They stood ramrod straight, their eyes fixed straight ahead.

Next to it was a guard post, where two security guards were on duty.

The surrounding environment is also nice. There is a small park across the street with shady trees, and a few elderly people are playing chess under the trees.

Next to it are several clean streets with some upscale shops—cafes, flower shops, and imported supermarkets, all seemingly catering to the white-collar workers who work here.

Qian Lang looked around and suddenly laughed.

Zhang Baizhi, aren't you trying to disgust me?

Then I'll disgust your entire Chinese star.

Another half hour!

Screen:

It's still the same China Star Group.

It's still that grand and imposing gate.

And it was about five meters away from the gate.

A grand armchair, and sitting on it—a man with imposing presence!

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"Hey, look, what are you doing there?"

The people next to them looked up and were also stunned.

"What are you doing here? Waiting for someone?"

"Is there anyone with a stool waiting for someone?"

"That bench... seems so expensive."

Five minutes passed.

Qian Lang's behavior has become a unique sight at the entrance of China Star.

People are saying that Qian Lang can't understand Cantonese, but it sounds quite nice.

Some people stopped and watched.

Someone is walking over.

"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

A security guard walked up to Qian Lang and asked him politely.

"I'm tired, I'll just sit for a bit and then leave. What, am I bothering you?"

Qian Lang had a shameless look on his face.

"Sir, your actions are disrupting our company's normal operations. If you would like to rest, you can go to the side or to our company lobby."

Security guards at big companies are so polite.

Qian Lang admired him.

"Thank you, I'm fine sitting here. You can go back to your work!"

Qian Lang waved his hand as he spoke.

The security guard frowned.

"Sir, are you here to cause trouble?"

"No, I'm just tired!"

"Sir, please cooperate with our work."

Qian Lang was helpless.

"Brother, I'm sitting outside the gate, it's none of your business!"

"Brother, you're from the north? Give me some face!"

At this moment, several more security guards appeared behind the security guard in front of them, and one of them, who seemed to be the leader, was speaking.

Qian Lang glanced at him, then simply closed his eyes.

I can't be bothered to bother with it.

The sun in Hong Kong has become too strong. If this isn't resolved today, he'll come with a parasol tomorrow.

Seeing his demeanor, the security guards naturally understood that he was there to cause trouble.

The leader gave the others a wink.

The others nodded, stepped forward, and reached out, ready to grab Qian Lang and take him away.

Qian Lang, with his eyes closed, had a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth.

Thinking to myself, "You guys started this."

He was just trying to protect himself.

He opened his eyes when someone touched him.

In that instant, the laziness in his eyes vanished, replaced by a cold glint.

He moved.

With a flick of his left hand, he grabbed the wrist behind his back and twisted it gently. The man screamed and fell forward. Qian Lang pushed him forward, and the man staggered and crashed into the guard post next to him with a thud. He slid down and sat down, clutching his arm and gasping for breath.

The moment the second security guard's hand touched his shoulder, Qian Lang didn't even turn around. He reached back with his right hand, precisely grabbed the man's thumb and forefinger, and with a pull, the man lost his balance, flipped over Qian Lang's head, and crashed heavily to the ground, landing on his back with a dull thud.

The third security guard was stunned, but he didn't stop, throwing a punch at Qian Lang's face.

Qian Lang turned his head, and the fist grazed past his ear. He grabbed the wrist and pressed it down, then thrust his knee upward, hitting the man squarely in the abdomen.

The man groaned, curled up like a shrimp, and knelt on the ground, unable to get up again.

The fourth security guard rushed up and tried to hug him from behind.

Qian Lang stood up, turned around, and delivered an elbow strike right to the man's chest.

The man stumbled back a few steps, bumped into a pillar by the door, slid down, and clutched his chest, gasping for breath.

The whole process took less than ten seconds.

Qian Lang clapped his hands, sat back in the armchair, leaned back, crossed his legs, and closed his eyes again.

The security guards were lying on the ground, some clutching their arms, some hugging their legs, and some bent over, groaning, but none of them were seriously injured—Qian Lang knew how to control his strength, only causing them pain, not sending them to the hospital.

The crowd erupted in a cacophony of noise.

"Wow, this is delicious!"

"A trained fighter!"

"I didn't see those few moves clearly!"

"Four security guards, just like that, they've all fallen?"

"I've offended the boss."

"This is going to be interesting."

Some people started to applaud.

Someone whistled.

Some people even ran further ahead and started recording with their phones.

Qian Lang remained seated, motionless, as if nothing had happened.