The Secret to Picking Up Girls

The Flying Riders gang members were somewhat stunned, looking at the uninvited guests before them. They didn't know what Zhang Yuze and his group were there for.

"Who are you?"

The Flying Riders gang leader looked at the uninvited guests with a strange expression, his face frighteningly gloomy.

Zhang Yuze nonchalantly took out a cigarette. A Heavenly Alliance brother behind him swiftly produced a lighter and lit it for Zhang Yuze. Zhang Yuze couldn't help but smile and nod at the subordinate, his gaze clearly saying, 'You're a promising kid.'

Li Yunpeng, who had been standing beside him, was just about to offer his lighter, but the kid beat him to it, causing him great dissatisfaction. He cursed inwardly, 'Damn it, brat, you dare steal my chance to suck up to Big Brother?'

The Flying Riders' boss looked at the black-clad men in front of him with a puzzled expression. His gaze sharpened, and his face instantly darkened. He asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

Zhang Yuze took a deep drag of his cigarette, then fixed his gaze on the Flying Riders' boss's face and said directly, "I'm the one who beat your men. Weren't you looking for me? I've come myself now."

"So it's you. You've got some nerve! Don't think you can rely on your numbers. Take a look at how many we have here! Brothers, get your weapons!" The Flying Riders' boss, enraged by Zhang Yuze's arrogant attitude, slammed the table and shouted.

The young men who had been playing cards, upon hearing their boss's words, immediately pulled out knives from under the table and charged towards Zhang Yuze and his group with loud cries.

"Hmph!" Zhang Yuze shook his head but didn't move.

However, the Flying Riders' youths who were charging towards Zhang Yuze and his group suddenly stopped. Because a dozen black-clad men suddenly pulled out handguns from their bodies, the dark muzzles pointed directly at them.

"You… You…?"

The Flying Riders' boss, seeing the black gun muzzles pointing at him, was instantly terrified. His ferocity vanished, and he became as docile as a cat, kneeling in front of Zhang Yuze and kowtowing like a pestle pounding garlic. "Boss… Boss, please don't kill me, please don't kill me…"

Zhang Yuze was somewhat dumbfounded. Was this really the leader of a gang? Not only him, but even some of the Flying Riders' underlings looked away in shame, clearly feeling that their leader had lost too much face.

Zhang Yuze suddenly felt a little bored. He stood up and said to Li Yunpeng, "You handle it! If they're useful, then do what you think is best!" With that, Zhang Yuze walked out of the room.

Standing on FZ Narcissus Street, watching the bustling crowd, Zhang Yuze looked at the colorful and prosperous scene before him and couldn't help but sigh, 'Behind the flowery brocade, who knows how much evil is hidden? It's not the mafia that's scary, it's the corrupt society!'

Just as Zhang Yuze was pretending to be profound and sentimental, Li Yunpeng had already caught up with a few underlings. Zhang Yuze turned his head, looked at him with a smile, and said, "How did it go?"