Wang Lang stood up after hearing the sound, "Passing by?"

Zhang Qi focused heavily, "Someone has come down, they have agreed and will save us, everyone is waiting for you."

Wang Lang threw away the wooden stick in his hand and said, "Go."

When I arrived at the beach, I found it was a cruise ship with a man standing on the bow of the ship. He was not very handsome, and even a little ugly. His nose was a little flat. He was wearing a suit, wearing a white shirt, a bow tie, short golden hair, blue eyes, one hand in his pocket, and his beard was neatly trimmed. He stood there very gentlemanly.

When the man saw Wang Lang, he smiled slightly at Wang Lang, raised the wine glass in his hand, then drank the red wine in the glass, turned around and left.

Wang Lang looked at the man's back and looked at the ladder of the same yacht. Zhang Qi was excited next to him, "Brother Lang, why are you doing here?"

"You go first." Wang Lang curled his lips and smiled.

Zhang Qi took the lead in boarding the ship, and Wang Lang followed behind.

The yacht is very large, the interior is very luxurious, and the outside is also very luxurious. Bypassing the cabin in the middle, there is a table on the other side of the yacht, and the surrounding sofa is full of sofas. The man who was standing on the bow of the boat was sitting on the sofa with his back to Wang Lang and chatting and laughing with Zhang Run.

There were delicious wine and delicacies on the table. Zhang Run had no appetite, but after taking a bite, he couldn't stop. He was worth a lot of world food, but now he had tasted delicious food that he had never felt after living for so long.

There were many bodyguards in black suits standing around the boat. They were straight and stood around without squinting their eyes. They were all big and round.

Zhang Qi hugged Wang Lang's arm and whispered, "Brother Lang, don't be nervous. This is the life of rich people. Let's relax and sit here."

Wang Lang was pushed to the sofa by Zhang Qi and sat down. He brought Wang Lang a plate of food, then raised his glass of wine to the man and expressed his gratitude fluently in English.

The man raised the wine glass in his hand and returned the gift.

Wang Lang ate a plate of steak with a knife and fork, then wiped his mouth and turned to look at the man. The man did not look at Wang Lang, but scanned everyone, "Have you eaten all?"

"I've eaten, Mr. Rom, thank you for your help. I'll toast you this glass of wine." Zhang Run stood up and raised her glass at the foreigner who called Rom.

Rom's gentleman's smile.

He raised the wine glass and signaled everyone to raise the glass, except for Wang Lang and others toasted together.

Rom raised his glass to Wang Lang and signaled Wang Lang to raise his glass, but Wang Lang was unmoved.

Zhang Qi next to him stood up, "Mr. Rom. My friend is not feeling well. He drinks water. I will drink his wine for him."

Rom smiled at the corner of his lips, and he still raised his glass to Wang Lang.

Zhang Run also smoothed out the situation. "Mr. Rom, he has never drunk red wine and is a little uncomfortable with it. Let him use water."

Rom gently lowered his wine glass, and the atmosphere was a little dull.

Zhang Run glanced at Wang Lang and whispered in Chinese, "Wang Lang, he is our savior. Can you die if you raise a glass?"

Wang Lang took out his ears, "Zhang Run, I am also your savior, why don't you kneel down and lick me?"

Zhang Run frowned, "When I go back, I will give you a house and a car as a reward! Even if we are even, now, lift the cup for me! Without this foreigner, we would not be able to go back!"

Wang Lang suddenly laughed, still calm.

Rom crossed his fingers and placed them on the table. He looked at Zhang Run politely and said in fluent Chinese, "Mr Zhang, I actually came here for the king this time. Is your real life savior or the king?"

Zhang Run, who never expected Rom to speak Chinese, looked embarrassed for a moment. Yu Guang swept to Wang Lang and suddenly recalled that Rom called Wang Lang to the king just now, but no one introduced Wang Lang to Rom. Moreover, Rom said that he came for Wang Lang, which means that Rom and Wang Lang met, which was even more embarrassing.

"King! I've been together for many years, but I didn't expect that this would be the case when I met again." Rom smiled.

Wang Lang cleaned his ears, "How did you find this place?"

"King, do you feel that there are people in this world that we can't find?" Rom suddenly spoke in French.

Wang Lang blew away the earwax from his fingers and replied in French, "Yes, what's the matter with me?"

"Wang, we are friends, you should know exactly what I will do." Rom changed to Italian and said very Wang Lang.

"I don't know." Wang Lang replied bluntly in Italian.

Rom crossed his fingers, his two thumbs were disturbing rapidly, and this time he spoke in Russian, "Wang, you know in your heart how important an heir is to us."

"I know, what's wrong with your heir?" Wang Lang asked in Russian.

"King! We did something wrong before. I apologize to you on behalf of my family, but I hope you don't make such a big joke!" Rom said in Finnish again.

Wang Lang laughed, "When did I joke with you?"

"What the hell are you going to do?" This time it was Arabic again.

Wang Lang shrugged, "Too for tooth."

"You are a complete madman!" Rom's face looked slightly angry.

"Whatever you say."

The two of them used seven languages ​​in a row from beginning to end, which made the few people here increase their knowledge. They used to think that those people were talking about counting a few, but they didn't expect to meet them today.

The atmosphere suddenly became depressing, and Zhang Run wanted to adjust the atmosphere, but he understood what the two people said just now. He didn't understand a word that was irrelevant.

Rom tried hard to keep a smile, took out a card from his pocket on the inside of the suit, and gently pushed it to Wang Lang's table, "How much is it? You offer it, we only need people."

"Do you want a dead person?" Wang Lang smiled.

Bang!

Rom finally couldn't help but slammed the table and glared at Wang Lang, "Wang! If you really kill our heirs, you will accept the anger of the L family."

Wang Lang took out his ears, "From the moment I provoked me, you should be aware of the consequences. You call me crazy, so you still send someone to kill me?"

Rom clenched his fists with his hands, his fists stood on the table, lowered his head, and tried to suppress his emotions.

"Wang, you lied to me, right? In fact, you didn't kill someone, just hid him, right? If you feel that you are not sincere enough, you can make conditions, money, power, or women. As long as it exists in this world, we can give it to you, as long as you hand over the person completely." Rom suppressed his anger and stared at Wang Lang.

Wang Lang leaned against the back of the chair, "If you have the skills to talk to me, you might as well train a new generation of heirs. I think the group of people from your clan's old club can live for 20 or 30 years."

"My patience is limited, my patience is limited."

"By the way, I remember you just said that there is no one in this world that you can't find? What's wrong? It doesn't include the heirs of your own family?"

Rom was silent for a moment as if he had suddenly figured out something, "Madman! Did you let Satan do it?"
Chapter completed!