Urban Most Awesome Dad

Chapter 142: Brother Long’s Team Arrives_1

“What’s the rush, dammit, does it take no time for me to walk or what? Fuck, it’s just a pretty boy and two bitches, I’ll go fucking kill them in a bit,” Brother Long’s furious voice came through the phone.

“Okay, okay, I’m waiting quietly on the side, I’ll transfer the money for the ticket right away,” Cai Xiangdong hadn’t finished speaking when he heard Brother Long hang up the phone, only the busy tone of ‘du du du’ remained.

Cai Xiangdong immediately switched out of the WeChat page and sent the five thousand yuan directly to Brother Three who just added him on WeChat.

This Brother Three was one of Brother Long’s trusted followers, so transferring to him was as good as directly giving it to Brother Long. While transferring the money, Cai Xiangdong’s heart ached.

Before even dealing with the kid trying to seduce boss Xu, Cai Xiangdong was already charged a whopping one hundred and five thousand yuan beating fee by Brother Long, which honestly was enough for Cai Xiangdong to splurge in a high-end club for a month.

However, remembering Xu Yixue’s fiery body and angelic face, the flame in Cai Xiangdong’s heart blazed even more fiercely.

Women are like heroes in card games, even a thousand Blue Cards can’t compare to the value of one Orange Card.

The beauties in the club were tempting, but they all paled in comparison to Xu Yixue, that’s the difference between Blue Cards and Orange Cards.

Naturally, Cai Xiangdong wasn’t your average player; if he played, he played for Orange Cards. Even if it meant becoming a player who uses real money, he’d spend until he carved out a bloody path for himself, no way he couldn’t soak Xu Yixue, the lofty and chilly female president.

And for Xu Fan, who emerged halfway like Cheng Yaojin, Cai Xiangdong had already arranged a Brother Long-style beatdown meal for him.

When Brother Long trampled Xu Fan’s dignity underfoot, that would be his cue to appear.

Looking at his phone, Cai Xiangdong let out a sinister chuckle.

Meanwhile, on the path of Changlong Zoo, more than a dozen burly men with gold chains and exposed tattoos followed a man with a brutal appearance toward the Tiger Garden.

Seeing their unfriendly faces as if they were looking for trouble, a little security guard at the zoo approached, intending to inquire.

Before reaching Brother Long, two burly men with flowery tattoos on their arms directly grabbed the guard.

Brother Long slapped the security guard across the face.

“Don’t you know the saying ‘good dogs don’t block the path’”? Brother Long’s eyes revealed a cruel gaze as he coldly stared at the weak guard.

“Big brother, sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it…” the guard said, shakily, to Brother Long.

“Where’s the Tiger Garden?” Brother Long patted the guard’s face and asked with a smirk.

“Over there…” the guard weakly pointed toward the Tiger Garden.

“Dongzi, let him go,” Brother Long gestured to the two burly men.

At Brother Long’s command, the two men released their hold on the guard, who then took a deep breath in relief; their grip was so strong, they had been holding him like they were pinching a chick, almost scaring the piss out of him.

“Keep your eyes peeled in the future! Get lost!” the burly man called Dongzi said contemptuously to the guard.

“Thank you, big brother…” The guard bowed deeply to Dongzi and scrambled away without looking back, his figure flustered.

“Dammit, it’s too damn hot today, I can barely walk!” Brother Long took off his black tank top.

Suddenly, a muscular torso was exposed, and Brother Long, who had always lived off the streets, never stopped working out, his muscles were no less impressive than those of the burly men, except theirs were largely fat, whereas Brother Long’s were proper bodybuilder muscles.

Brother Long wiped his forehead, slick with sweat.

Today’s sun was brutally hot, and even though it was already the afternoon, the temperature hadn’t dropped at all; moreover, Brother Long had hurried over to make some money, so he was drenched in sweat.

That’s when Brother Long spotted a gazebo nearby where he could cool off, so he strode into it and instructed his remaining underlings, “You four, make a trip to the Tiger Garden and bring him to me. It’s too fucking hot; I really don’t feel like walking.”

“Sure, boss, just wait for our good news,” the few punks named by Brother Long responded, and without caring about the scorching sun overhead, they headed down the road to the Tiger Garden.

“Dongzi, find a vending machine and bring some ice-cold beers and drinks for the brothers, it’s too damn torturous,” Brother Long, stripped to the waist, sprawled out on a bench inside the gazebo.

Dongzi nodded at Brother Long and quickly headed towards a vending machine he remembered passing by.

Brother Long’s remaining underlings, upon his command, also settled down noisily in the gazebo.

“Brother Three, check if that kid’s hundred grand has been transferred,” Brother Long said to Brother Three, one of his trusted men seated next to him.

Brother Three looked rather thin, clearly not the fighting type. He was there as an advisor and sort of coachman for Brother Long; even within the organization, he held the third-highest rank, managing the financial power of the group.

Originally, Brother Three was a college graduate with a degree in financial management. However, having worked as an accountant in a construction company, not only did he get cheated out of his salary by his boss, but he was also framed by him. Accused of financial fraud, he got thrown into jail for three years by his boss’s machinations.

After three years, Brother Three was released only to discover that his beautiful wife had run off with his boss, and, to his agony, he found out that his boss and his wife had been together even before he was sent to jail. They considered him a nuisance; that’s why they conspired to lock him away, leaving them to their carefree affair.

Luckily, Brother Three met Brother Long, who was also serving time in jail back then.

Inside the jail, Brother Long realized that Brother Three was talented but a bit too orthodox,