"Master, get up soon."

Wang's mansion was holding the quilt and drooling the corner of his mouth, and his ears were pulled hard by a pair of pocket-sized hands.

"Go away, don't bother me." Subconsciously raised his hand and slapped the thunder, who was jumping and shouting on the bed, was immediately slapped out by Haoyi's big hand and hit the wall with a loud bang.

"Oh..." Lei's scream echoed in the room, which made Haoyi's heart suddenly shudder and he jumped from the bed in a conditioned reflex: "What's the situation?"

"Master, I hate you..." Lei, who was curled up at the base of the wall, hugged his miniature head and hummed silently, grinning and complaining loudly.

"Uh, I'm talking to you, why are you hitting the wall by yourself? You think your head is too hard." Haoyi turned around and glanced around. Seeing that there was nothing unusual, he sat back on the head of the bed, holding a large pool of sticky quilt left, muttering with his eyes closed.

"You, hum, Mr. Wang is here. That old guy has been standing at the door for more than an hour." Lei was so angry that his little face turned red. His little finger pointed at his bad master and trembled. Finally, he used his killer weapon helplessly.

"Ah, I X, you didn't say it earlier." Sure enough, Hao Yi, who heard the words "Mr. Wang in a daze, jumped up again like a spring. With the speed of being amazed by Lei, he put a piece of clothing on himself in a few seconds, then grabbed the thunder that was indignant by the wall, stuffed it into his coat, and rushed to the door.

"Hehe, my dear nephew got up, I slept well last night." The ancient wooden door creaked open, and Wang Liping's old face immediately appeared in front of Haoyi.

"Ah, the old man got up so early." Haoyi responded quickly with a haha.

"It's not too early, it's almost 11 o'clock in the morning for Pilon." Wang Liping lit his crutch lightly, turned slowly, and said to Haoyi: "I have to disturb my nephew's beautiful dream. Just an hour ago, a messenger who claimed to be the Earth Demon Gang came here and handed me a letter to the old man, which was said to be the handwritten letter from their gang leader."

"Di Demon Gang, letter from the gang leader." Haoyi followed Mr. Wang down the corridor and asked in shock.

"Yes, my dear nephew, please take a look." Wang Liping stopped and took out a pretty flat letter from his pocket. The letter looked quite ancient. It was probably the so-called leader of the Earth Demon Gang, who wanted to cater to Mr. Wang's character of being cool and good antiques.

"Uh, what does this guy named Yang Shangfeng want to do? I'll show us a Hongmen banquet." San Liangxing hurriedly glanced at Shuhan, Haoyi scratched his head and muttered to Mr. Wang in confusion.

"I am not sure about it, but judging by the storms I have experienced over the years, this invitation letter is an invitation, but in fact it is for you, you are a nephew." Going downstairs step by step with a crutch, Wang Liping's gray old man lit up and down, meaningfully explaining to Haoyi who was following behind him.

"For me." Haoyi's heart thumped slightly, and he was vaguely aware.

"That's right, the news has been reported yesterday. Many entertainment clubs, bars and even underground casinos in this city were attacked by unidentified terrorists yesterday. Hehe, if I guess correctly, those are all territory controlled by the Earth Demon Gang, nephew." When Mr. Wang turned around, a light flashed in his turbid old eyes.

"Of course those are...uh, old man, hehe..." Haoyi was almost stolen by the shrewd and experienced Wang Liping. He took Hu Erpang to smash the Disha Gang's place, and did not inform Mr. Wang in advance. First, Haoyi did not want the old man to worry too much and uselessly, and second, he did not want to cause more trouble to the Wang group. However, this was obviously not hidden from Mr. Wang's shrewd and sophisticated eyes.

"Hey, my dear nephew, although I don't like your way of using violence to fight violence like this, hehe, it seems that this has achieved the effect we want in the shortest time. I think Ke'er should be very safe now, although we don't know where she is." Old Master Wang smiled at Haoyi meaningfully, and his old eyes swept over the invitation letter in Haoyi's hand, and nodded thoughtfully and said.

"Uh, don't worry, old man, the generals come to block the water and cover the soil. With me, Hao Yi, there will be no accident." Seeing that Mr. Wang's old face looked lonely, Hao Yi, who knew that he was worried about his precious granddaughter, subconsciously said loudly.

"Okay, okay, I finally didn't pick the wrong person for Ke'er." Old Master Wang smiled loudly and loudly when he heard this, which immediately made Haoyi's face thin and blushed.

Uh, isn’t this fucking trouble for me? Alas, I was cheated again, Hao Yi wailed helplessly.

"The invitation letter is tonight. I wonder if my nephew plans to attend the banquet as scheduled." Seeing Haoyi's face awkward, Wang Liping's old face smiled again, and then he asked in a low voice: "Do I need to arrange some helpers for you? As far as I know, my nephew only brought one deputy to Mutus this time, and there are no people around him."

"There is a free dinner, it's useless to not eat it. Hehe, you don't have to worry about me. Even if the madman named Yang finds all the gangsters on the planet Mutus, they may not be able to do anything to me." Haoyi smiled confidently and waved to Wang Liping and said, "I don't need helpers. I see that the hotel written on the post is quite famous. Jintang Palace Huangxuan Hotel, well, it should be a high-end interstellar luxury hotel. This way, I'll ask you to prepare a decent set of clothes for me and wear this outfit. I'm fine. I can't damage your wisdom."

"Hehe, it's reasonable. Well, when I look back, I'll ask Ke'er's mother to prepare a decent dress for you. You're welcome. Anyway, you are also her future son-in-law." Mr. Wang shook his white head and looked at Haoyi up and down, and said with a strange smile.

"Future son-in-law, uh..." Haoyi couldn't help but shivered again. It seems that he can't get rid of the title of Mr. Sun of the Wang family for the time being.

After that, the two went downstairs to have a meal together that God knew was breakfast or lunch. Mr. Wang was obviously worried about his granddaughter Keer and did not have much appetite. Instead, Hao Yi swept away the food on the table in a scattered manner. At the end, Hao Yi, who had a toothpick in his mouth, did not forget to ask the servants to send a bunch of food to Hu Erpang, who was still sleeping in the house.

"Master, the clothes are ready." After dinner, Haoyi and Mr. Wang were watching TV news casually in the living room, while chatting about the cooperation between the Wang Group and the Government of the Saint-Proli Republic. While speaking, Qinglan, who had tears in the corner of her eyes, walked over slowly with a suit and formal outfit.

"Come on, my dear nephew will try to fit." Old Master Wang said to Haoyi, who was staring at the round eyes.

"Try it here, this... isn't good." Haoyi looked at Qinglan, who was respectfully holding the clothes with embarrassment. Although Qing Ke'er's mother, although she was almost middle-aged, she was well maintained in all figures and appearances. At first glance, she was still charming, like a young woman in her early thirties. She wanted Haoyi, a young man with a strong spirit, to change clothes in front of such a beautiful woman, to be somewhat offensive to the Wang family, which is quite ancient, so Haoyi hesitated.

"It's okay, Lan'er, go and help your nephew try on the clothes and see if it fits. If it doesn't fit, please make a set for it for your nephew." Mr. Wang waved his hand and generously ordered his daughter-in-law.

"Don't mind Haoyi, this is a gift from my husband and Ke'er's father. I see that your figure is similar to his. Haha, he is also thinner. Then I found it and let you try it. Come on, I'll help you change it." Qinglan walked towards Haoyi with her formal outfit, smiled gracefully, explained lightly, then put the clothes on the coffee table, and she raised her jade hand and prepared to help Haoyi change her coat.

"Ah, then who, I'll do it myself..." Haoyi's face turned redder immediately after anxious.

The beautiful young woman changed her clothes, and she was most likely her future mother-in-law. The more bloody this hell, the more bloody hell it would be.
Chapter completed!