Chapter 49 Clearing the Place
Ma Changtu came to the top floor with Huarong, smiling, and it was obvious that he was in a good mood.

Huarong smiled charmingly, rubbed the old man's face affectionately, and let Ma Changtu's hands wander over her body.

Until the phone on the table rang, Ma Changtu picked up the receiver and heard Bubu's voice: "President, the people brought by Master Zheng have left, but the teams of Master Zheng and Master Wang have not come out yet."

Ma Changtu frowned. What did Master Wang want to do? He squinted his eyes and thought for a while before saying to Bubu on the other end of the phone, "Go in and see what's going on, then come to the top floor and tell me."

Zheng Wenjie waited for Luo Yunqi and others to leave the private room and sat back in their chairs quietly. After Luo Yunqi and others left, someone would naturally notify Ma Changtu.

Thinking of what he had just discussed with Gong Ruomei, that they would make arrangements for the Gong family members to leave Northeast China together in the next few days, Zheng Wenjie set his sights on Ma Changtu.

I have to say that the sound insulation of this private room is really good, and the gunshot didn't make any noise.

There was a knock on the door. Zheng Wenjie looked up and saw it was the waiter Bubu. After Bubu saw the scene in the private room clearly, he collapsed to the ground with weak legs and stammered out meaningless sounds. He wanted to leave the room, but met the eyes of Master Wang, who was kicked by Zheng Wenjie and hit the wall by the door with blood coming out of all his seven orifices.

"Okay, get out, get out. Why are you so timid? Go and inform Ma Changtu and ask him to come over." Zheng Wenjie said impatiently.

Bubu couldn't control his trembling hands and feet. Hearing this, he hurriedly and awkwardly climbed out of the private room. With the help of his colleagues, he stood up and staggered into the elevator.

Ma Changtu didn't know why Master Wang kept Zheng Wenjie around, and he temporarily lost the desire to play with Hua Rong. He lay on the luxurious sofa with his eyes closed to rest.

Hua Rong didn't care and gently massaged Ma Changtu's thighs. When a guard brought Bubu into the lobby, Ma Changtu opened his eyes and looked at Bubu. Bubu's frightened look made Ma Changtu frown. What he hated most was problems with his plans.

"Yes, President, Master Wang is dead, and all the people he led are dead too. Only Master Zheng is still in the private room."

Ma Changtu was stunned, his surprise was extinguished by the anger that surged up in an instant, and he stood up angrily: "This little bastard, I let him go, but he dared to be so arrogant and kill my people. The whole Fengtian, even the Japanese pirates have to rely on me now, how dare he do that!"

Hua Rong patted Ma Changtu's back nervously and comforted him: "President, don't be angry. Wait a moment, I'll send someone to check what's going on."

"Hmph." Ma Changtu snorted coldly, took a few deep breaths, pushed Hua Rong down on the sofa, took two steps, and said to the guard who brought Bubu in: "Abao brought people to Fengtian today. Call Abao and ask him to come over. Clear the place today. Yanghongyuan will not do business today. Even those Japanese pirates should be driven out. Welcome Abao today. By the way, I want to know what Master Zheng wants to do?"

"Understood, President." The guard responded and dragged Bubu out of the lobby.

After everyone left, Ma Changtu regained his composure, sat back on the sofa and said to Hua Rong who was leaning over to the side: "Tell me, how did he do it? Six or seven guns, but they were all killed by one person. Is he a god?"

"Is it because he didn't use his gun? Master Zheng was able to kill Ma San's gang. If Master Wang hadn't ordered them to use their guns, he probably wouldn't have been a match for Master Zheng." Hua Rong said doubtfully.

"It doesn't matter. Everyone knows that Yanghong Garden is my Ma Changtu's residence. How dare you kill my people in Yanghong Garden? You are simply asking for trouble. You don't know whether you live or die." Ma Changtu waved his hands imposingly and leaned back on the sofa, sneering. Hua Rong blushed when she heard this, and her legs rubbed slightly under her cheongsam. What she liked most was Ma Changtu's arrogant spirit, but it was a pity that Ma Changtu had always been very cautious and rarely acted like this.

In the lobby of Yanghong Garden, Su Wan'er had finished singing a piece of opera in time under the management of the Su family troupe. After leaving the stage, a group of waiters went from table to table to apologize and waive the bill until most of them left Yanghong Garden.
"What a fucking bummer, what's wrong with you guys! Do you need to get a free meal? Who needs a few cents?" Turing, who was dressed like a wealthy businessman, said angrily to the waiter who tried to persuade them to leave in a gentle voice.

The attendant beside him pulled him and said, "Forget it, forget it. Lord Beile, the show has stopped. Let's go. Just give this President Ma some face. After all, we may need his help again."

Turing sneered and looked across at the Japanese pirates who were angrily cursing at the waiter, "They have all been treated like dogs by the Japanese pirates, and this prince is still giving them face. If it were in the past, I would have dug up his ancestral graves."

The waiter was helpless after hearing the conversation and could only leave. The three Japanese pirates sitting over there had already started fighting. Judging from their uniforms, they were all lieutenants. The waiters around did not dare to stop them. They could only stand there anxiously as they watched their colleagues holding their heads and getting beaten.

It was not until he heard Brother Bao's shouts that Turing turned his head and saw a two-meter-tall man leading a group of people into the lobby of Yanghong Garden. The surroundings instantly became silent, and even the Japanese pirates stopped.

Looking at Brother Leopard who was walking towards him step by step, Turing smacked his tongue and said to the follower beside him: "It looks like something happened."

"Yes, Lord Beile, let's withdraw quickly. You didn't bring many people with you to the Northeast. The most important thing is to buy thousand-year-old ginseng. You don't need to bother with them." The follower hurriedly leaned close to Turing's ear and whispered.

Turing no longer had the heart to argue. Although it was a bit embarrassing, his own safety was the most important thing. He calmed himself down and prepared to wait for the sturdy man to give him a way out so that he could leave.

Turing didn't get really angry until the sturdy man passed by him. He actually dared to ignore him, a third-class noble. He stared at the sturdy man who came to the Japanese pirates and helped the waiter up from the ground, and then slapped a Japanese pirate lieutenant directly to the ground.

"Baga!" The remaining two lieutenants were furious. They had no weapons with them, otherwise they would have opened fire. Although they were a little afraid of Abao's size, they still rushed forward. As a result, they were grabbed by Abao's arms as thick as thighs on the left and right and slammed into each other.

Abao waved his hand behind him, and several thugs came running immediately. They pointed at the Japanese pirates wailing on the ground, then pointed outside, indicating that the people should be thrown out. The thugs hurried forward to control the struggling Japanese pirates, lifted them up and walked out of Yanghong Garden.

Turing was stunned. He had never seen such a strong and powerful person in his life. When Ah Bao suddenly turned his head and looked at him with a resolute face, Turing was a little confused.

"Hahahaha, Abao, you're here!" As soon as Ma Changtu heard that Abao was coming, he took the elevator to the first floor with Huarong. He looked very happy to see Abao.

Abao pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled stiffly.

Ma Changtu didn't waste any words. He pointed at a waiter and said to him, "Go to room 7 and tell him that I, Ma Changtu, am waiting for him here." The waiter responded quickly and ran upstairs.
Ma Changtu no longer cared about Huarong, and quickly came to Abao's side, patted Abao's forearm, and showed concern for Abao with a smile. Abao nodded from time to time while listening.

Turing felt like crying when he saw Ma Changtu who was surrounded by Abao's figure. At this moment, he and his follower were the only two outsiders in the lobby. Looking at the door that had been blocked by thugs, he didn't know whether he should leave now.

(End of this chapter)