"Lao Zhang, let's have another fried pancake, with more bean sprouts!"
"Okay!" Zhang Qingshan was wearing unglued flip-flops and was busy in the smoke. Who would have thought that this decadent man who bargained for two cents would actually be the "King of Shadows" who made taboo organizations around the world fearful?
Three years ago, he single-handedly suppressed the unrest in the northern border, and then faked his death to escape. He just wanted to keep Lao Po Xiao and live a stable life. But there are always some blind "geniuses" who want to run wild on his streets.
When the plutocratic daughter wanted to win over him and humiliated him in public as a loser who delivered food, nine fighter planes roared in. The former goddess of war knelt down in the mud, with tears streaming down her face: "The 300,000 members of the Eternal Life Palace, respectfully invite the master of the palace to return to his throne!"
At that moment, the world was silent. Zhang Qingshan took off his glasses, and there was no trace of decadence in his eyes, only a coldness that made the gods tremble.
"I told you not to disturb my nap, why didn't you listen?"
