Top Soldier Pursued by a Beauty

Chen Rongrong and the others were so frightened their faces went deathly pale.

Only Zhao Dong watched everything with indifference, as if it had nothing to do with him.

Ma Quan scrambled toward Wang Long, crying, "Master, Master! You're finally here!"

"It's him! It's that guy who hit me and disrespected you. You have to stand up for me!"

At these words, Wang Long followed the direction Ma Quan was pointing.

The next moment, Wang Long's body trembled violently, his eyes bulging as if he had seen a ghost!

THUD, THUD, THUD…

Wang Long rushed toward Zhao Dong, looking extremely anxious.

Seeing this, the surrounding crowd sighed in pity again.

"Sigh, such a handsome guy. It's a pity he's about to die."

"Wang Long is going to strike without another word. That kid must have really pissed him off!"

"Tsk, tsk, pride comes before a fall. He should remember not to be so arrogant in his next life."

THUD!

Amidst the crowd's chatter, a muffled sound suddenly echoed.

Wang Long fell to his knees before Zhao Dong, his body shaking uncontrollably and his face ashen. "B-Brother Dong!"

BOOM!

The sound was like a thunderclap exploding in the middle of the crowd, and everyone's eyes instantly widened in disbelief!

"Holy shit! What… what's going on? Why did Wang Long just kneel?"

"He… he actually called that guy Brother Dong? Don't tell me he was telling the truth?"

"No, no, no, I must be dreaming! This has to be a dream!"

Ma Quan was stupefied. He rushed forward and said, "Master, this guy is just a broke, jobless bum! Why are you calling him Brother Dong?"

"You son of a bitch! Get lost!" Wang Long roared, slapping Ma Quan hard across the face.

"Are you fucking blind?! This is Brother Dong! The boss of the Dongtang!"

"You dare offend Brother Dong? You must have a death wish!"

With that, Wang Long rolled up his sleeves and unleashed a savage beating on Ma Quan. Beaten to tears, Ma Quan howled ceaselessly on the ground.

Seeing this, everyone was completely stunned. The way the crowd looked at Zhao Dong had changed entirely.

"My God, that young man is the boss of the Dongtang?"

"Oh my god! I can't believe he's actually the boss of the Dongtang?!"

Amidst the crowd's exclamations, Zhao Qirou and the other girls were also staring wide-eyed.

As the saying goes, beauties are drawn to heroes. They had already been charmed by Zhao Dong's good looks, but now that they knew he was the boss of the Dongtang, the girls were completely smitten. Who wouldn't fall for a man who was handsome, rich, and capable?

After the initial shock, Chen Rongrong narrowed her eyes, a hint of struggle appearing in their beautiful depths.

After some time, just as Wang Long broke both of Ma Quan's legs, drawing a final cry of agony, Zhao Dong gestured for him to stop.

"Brother Dong, what are your orders?" Wang Long asked, shivering.

Zhao Dong replied coolly, "Get out. If this happens again, you can get lost for good."

"Yes, yes, yes…" Wang Long broke out in a cold sweat, nodding and bowing incessantly.

"Take this piece of trash and get out. I don't want to see him."

"Yes, we'll get going, right now…"

Wang Long had arrived aggressively, but he left in a pathetic state.

As the farce concluded, the crowd was left reeling. No one had expected things to escalate to this point. But it was a bustling bar, and everyone was already well into their cups. The spectacle, far from dampening the mood, actually sparked a round of cheers.

The girls were even more enthusiastic, surrounding Zhao Dong once again to drink and chat. This time they drank to their hearts' content. The girls took turns urging Zhao Dong to drink, and he ended up having quite a lot himself.

Zhao Dong felt an uncomfortable pressure building from all the beer, so he got up and headed for the restroom.

As the saying goes, there are three great reliefs in life: water after a long drought, riches after a life of poverty, and a latrine after holding it in for ages…

With a satisfied shiver, Zhao Dong zipped up his pants. He opened the restroom door and was about to walk out when the sound of high heels clicked from behind him.

Zhao Dong paused. Before he could react, a graceful figure rushed over and shoved him into a stall.

CLICK.

The stall door locked. A moment later, the figure threw herself into Zhao Dong's arms.

Zhao Dong stared at the woman in his arms, completely baffled. It was Chen Rongrong!

Chen Rongrong's face was flushed, her gaze hazy and flirtatious as she murmured, "Brother Zhao… I think… I'm drunk…"

"Chen Rongrong?" Zhao Dong's brows knitted together tightly. "You're in the wrong place. This is the men's restroom."

"I… I'm not in the wrong place… Brother Zhao, I came for you."

Zhao Dong froze. What does she mean by that?

Before Zhao Dong could react, Chen Rongrong's hand suddenly moved downwards.

A jolt shot through Zhao Dong's body, and his mind went completely blank.

This is… so direct?