The Road to Slaying God

The motorcade quietly parked in a temporary parking space in the community.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

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There was a loud sound of opening and closing doors. This has become a habit of a group of black bodyguards. There is such a rule in the bodyguard code. After getting off the vehicle, you must control the environment around the vehicle and monitor all places that can be monitored by your eyes.

There is actually an unwritten rule in the bodyguard code, which is to try to figure out the thoughts of the person you are protecting. There are different protection methods for high-profile clients and low-profile clients.

To put it simply, a bodyguard is a qualified bodyguard if he can satisfy the customer's psychological desires while ensuring the customer's safety.

And the bodyguard team that can figure out the customer's psychology is undoubtedly the most popular bodyguard team.

Here we must mention a very important figure in the bodyguard team: Muhammad.

Muhammad, this is a very common Muslim name, but he is very special among the entire bodyguard team. He is the oldest person, already thirty-two years old. He is a candidate specially selected by the old man. He serves as the captain of the bodyguard team.

Muhammad was already somewhat successful when he joined the bodyguard team. He was well-known in the local village. He was a doctor. He had studied Chinese medicine in China for a period of time, and he still had a certain foundation in Chinese. The old man spent a lot of money to master it. He tricked his way in. After all, the old man now lacks talents.

Inspired by the old man's promise of the village's future and great ideals, coupled with the deceptive essence of MLM, this man who has devoted his life to changing the poverty situation in Somalia joined the old man's core organization.

In fact, it is not easy to deceive people like Muhammad. However, if one side changes, there is no doubt about the loyalty of such a person. After all, this person accepts both the culture of Western countries and the culture of Muslims. After the formation of this kind of person's ideas, he will become more loyal. To be firm.

Muhammad was not a young boy. He was already thirty-two years old, so he could naturally figure out what Liu Biao meant.

He knows very well that Zhang Yang likes to be low-key, Liu Biao likes to be high-key, Aze doesn't care about anything, and Xiao Lizi is just a person who just watches the excitement, and gets away with where the excitement is.

Sure enough, just as Liu Biao thought, when twenty tough black bodyguards were waiting majestically around, the courtyard immediately exploded.

Although some big shots often come here to watch retired cadres, it is still rare to see such a grand scene with twenty black bodyguards. Immediately, a group of old men and women who were strolling around after eating gathered around.

"Uncle Zhao, oh, you are still so strong!"

"Wow haha... Wei Ma is getting more and more beautiful..."

"Oh, the little guy has grown so tall!"

"Oh, isn't this Liu Biao?"

"Wow...it's really that boy Liu Biao..."

"Biaozi, are you rich?"

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This became Liu Biao's performance stage alone. Zhang Yang, Xiao Lizi, and Mai Fei all stepped back to avoid stealing Liu Biao's limelight.

Seeing Liu Biao surrounded by several black bodyguards, a group of adults and men were stunned.

When the little guys saw that it was Liu Biao, they immediately shouted excitedly and ran over, but were blocked by the huge arms of some fierce black bodyguards. Then, Liu Biao pretended to be kind and asked the bodyguards to get out of the way and touched them. Hold the little guy's head to make a caring look...

Seeing Liu Biao's pretense with a silly smile on his face, Zhang Yang Aze felt a fever on his face, while Xiao Lizi was extremely excited. He was also dreaming about when he would bring twenty black bodyguards back to Yucun to show off.

Mai Fei crossed his arms and looked at Liu Biao with a playful expression on his face. A sunny smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. This momentary smile was captured by Zhang Yang.

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More and more people gathered downstairs, and finally, Liu Biao's parents upstairs were alerted.

"Son, what are you doing?" Mother Liu's fat body squeezed out from the balcony, with a look of panic on her face. It was just dark, and the street lights had just turned on. She was standing upstairs looking in a daze. Not very clear.

"Mom, I'm back!" Liu Biao shouted, shocking the world.

"I know you're back, do you owe someone money?" Liu's mother asked worriedly with a sad face.

"Ah...ahem..." Liu Biao choked and his face turned red.

"Son, it's okay, it's okay, as long as you come back, don't choke, I'm coming down..." Looking at the dim street lights, Liu Biao coughed and bent over, and hurriedly left the balcony.

"Hee hee, Liu Biao, your mother won't believe you even if you get rich." The people below could still tell that Liu Biao was not coming to collect debts.

"hey-hey……"

Liu Biao scratched his head in embarrassment. In the past, it was common for people to come to his door for debt collection. Liu Biao injured someone outside, or borrowed money. The creditor had nothing to do with Liu Biao, but he always found this political axe. dormitory. Although Liu's father is just an ordinary government employee, he still works in the municipal government after all, and he still has to save some face. When encountering these things, he can only swallow his anger and give money to solve the problem.

For Liu's father and Liu's mother, except for Liu Biao's few friends, there were not many strangers who came to the door, which was a good thing.

Soon, Liu's mother came down with a plastic bag bumping on her buttocks, dragging a pair of slippers on her feet, and Liu's father followed closely behind, with a scowl on his face, as if he was trying to restrain himself, his fair face Turning red from holding back.

"Mom and Dad..."

"Son, how much money do you owe? It's not enough for me to collect." Mother Liu's fat body was shaking a little, and she didn't dare to look around. She hurriedly opened the plastic bag, revealing a large stack of banknotes.

"Mom, I owe a lot." Liu Biao rolled his eyes and said with a sad face.

"How much?" Mother Liu trembled, her face pale.

"More than one million..."

"Ah...more than one million?" Mother Liu almost fainted. The plastic bag in her hand fell to the ground and the banknotes were scattered.

"Mom, Mom, I'm kidding, I'm rich!" Liu Biao saw his mother's eyes turning white and quickly protected her.

"It's okay... Don't lie. People are asking for debts. It's more than one million yuan... I did the math and bought the storefront for about half a million yuan. I have a deposit of more than two hundred thousand yuan... plus my personal money. One hundred and fifty thousand, borrow some from relatives, it'll be okay, it'll be okay...Son, as long as you are okay, you can make more money..." Liu Muqiang cheered up, lowered her head and counted with her fingers, and saw Liu Mu counting with her fingers. , Zhang Yang and Aze smiled knowingly almost at the same time. Liu Biao likes to use his fingers when settling accounts. It turns out that it is inherited from his mother.

"Aunt, uncle..." Seeing that Liu's mother was heartbroken, Zhang Yang couldn't stand it anymore and hurriedly walked over to say it.

"Zhang Yang, don't say anything. No one can intercede this time!" Liu's father clenched his fists and his eyes were about to burst into flames.

"Mom, I'm really rich. I'm really rich. These people are my bodyguards. Why don't you believe it?"

Liu Biao has lost interest in showing off. He is now so depressed that he just wants to shout: I am rich!

"Really?" Liu's mother did not look at Liu Biao, but cast her eyes on Zhang Yang. Liu Biao no longer had any credibility in her mother's heart, but Zhang Yang was more trustworthy.

"Yes!" Zhang Yang nodded affirmatively.

"Ah...haha, son, good son, you are rich, wuwu, my Liu family has finally opened their eyes...haha..."

Mother Liu hugged Liu Biao's strong body and shook her vigorously. She immediately regained her previous bold temper and laughed.

Seeing Liu's mother laughing, Zhang Yang and Aze looked at each other again and wiped the sweat from their foreheads at the same time. Liu Biao and his mother's laughter and movements were exactly the same...

"Son, do all these cars belong to you?" Mother Liu pushed aside the crowd with excitement and walked to the front of the BMW, gently touching the blue and white logo and asked.

"Yeah." Liu Biao nodded.

"These black people..." Mother Liu looked at the same group of more than 20 black people and asked in a low voice.

"They are all our bodyguards."

"Hehe, son, you are really good, you are good! As expected of the son of our Liu family, let me tell you, I told you your fortune when you were a child. There is an old man with a white beard in Mount Emei..."

"Is your beard so long?" Liu Biao gestured with his hands in the empty space.

"Yeah, it's just that long!" Mother Liu nodded repeatedly.

"Does it mean that I have wonderful bones, a full heaven, and a vast land, making me a symbol of great wealth and wealth?"

"Yeah, that's what he said." Mother Liu grinned extremely happily.

"Did you give him a hundred dollar bill?"

"Uh-huh……"

"Mom, how many times have I told you, I am an aspiring young man who was born in New China and grew up under the red flag. I cannot be deceived by the poison of superstition. We must believe in science..." Liu Biao said earnestly.

"Pah!" Mother Liu slapped Liu Biao on the head.

"Oh, why did you hit me?"

"Bah, you got rich, so you taught mom a lesson? If mom hadn't prayed to Bodhisattva for you every day, you would have died on the street long ago. Bah, you got rich, so you taught mom a lesson..."

"Bah bang bang..." Mother Liu became more and more angry as she spoke, and she hit Liu Biao violently on the head.

"Ah...I was wrong, Mom, I was wrong..."

Liu Biao ran away with his head in his hands and went straight upstairs, leaving Zhang Yang and a group of people dumbfounded. However, the onlookers in the yard seemed not surprised. Obviously, Liu Biao had often performed this kind of situation in the yard before.

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(To be continued)