Legend Of Dragon Lord

Chapter 4 Completely Useless Persons

"Sister, you are softhearted." Cindy glared at Cecilia. Her sister was perfect except that she was too

softhearted. In business circles, soft heart was a big taboo. "You should let that jerk suffer a little, so

that he will realize himself as a toad. Otherwise, what would you do if he kept pestering you?"

"Well..." Cecilia worriedly looked at the direction Frank left. Now she could only hope that the people of Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Flying-dragon Group could do it lightly.

Frank should not know what Cecilia thought. If he did, he would say that it was Flying-dragon Group,

not him, should cross their fingers.

The reputation of Flying-dragon Group in Haidong City had always been very bad. When the taxi driver

heard that Frank would go to Flying-dragon Group to collect debts, he asked Frank to get off the taxi

without saying a word. He did not want to risk his neck to go with Frank.

Frank pleaded with him in every way he could, and finally added some money, the driver reluctantly

agreed.

However, this also made Frank more curious. What was the background of Flying-dragon Group and

how could people be afraid of them like this.

Soon, the car arrived in front of the Flying-dragon Building. A dozen strong men in security uniforms

and armed with electric studs were hanging around in front of the building, all strong-built.

It looked very formidable, but Frank smiled disdainfully.

He could see at a glance what actual strength of the Flying-dragon Group.

"It's just a bunch of completely useless persons..." Frank squinted. These men looked very strong, but

they were actually very weak. If you put them in war-torn Africa, they would not survive for half an hour.

Because they didn't have any discipline…

Frank was more confident. However, to his surprise, when he told his intention to the security guards,

he just sneered and let him in without stopping him.

It would be well not to stop him. Frank thought for a while and stepped into the Flying-dragon Building.

There was a beautiful woman in a black professional dress at the reception. She just glanced at him

and continued to play with her mobile phone when Frank came in.

"Hello, I'm looking for your boss." Frank squinted.

"Do you have an appointment?" asked the woman.

"No.” Frank shook his head.

The woman looked at Frank again, and then said faintly, "Please go back. Our boss is not available

now."

Frank smiled without saying a word.

He hit the marble front desk with a blow.

"Are you crazy..." The woman was a little angry. Was there something wrong with him?

But then, with a click, the rest of her words faded.

The marble front desk in front of her, with Frank's fist as the center, had split into cracks like a cobweb.

"Is your boss free now?" Frank asked lightly.

The woman swallowed hard and made a call to the boss Dick Zhang in silence.

"Boss...someone was... looking for you..." The woman looked at Frank in horror. She didn't know what

Frank's fist was made of, but she knew that the front desk was made of marble.

"Who?" Dick felt that something wrong with the woman through her voice.

"Cecilia's husband." Frank said.

"He said that he was Cecilia's husband."

In the office, Dick got up from the naked sexy secretary, and her thick eyebrows tightened.

Cecilia's husband?

When did Cecilia have a husband?

"Let him come up." Although he was puzzled, but Dick, after all, was often in danger, he was not that

afraid.

"Dick's office is on the 18th floor." She said timidly.

"The eighteenth floor?" Frank laughed. The boss of Flying-dragon Group was interesting.

He dared to set his office on the 18th floor. Since the number of eighteen was ominous and there were

eighteen floors in hell, people usually avoided the number of eighteen.

Those who could live in the 18th floor of hell were all the devils among the evil spirits. It seemed that

this man regarded himself as the ghost king.

‘Since he regard himself as the ghost king, I, the King of Hell, will deal with him today!’ Frank smiled

cruelly.

In Dick's office, the sexy secretary whose face flushed put on her skirt, and there was still a smell of

licentiousness in the office.

"Go, let Dean and others come here." Dick patted the secretary's buttocks and said.

"OK." The Secretary bowed her head and answered. As soon as she opened the door, she saw a

sturdy man.

It was Frank.

When Frank walked into the room, Dick was a strong middle-aged man with a scar on his right face. He

was wearing a plaid shirt without buttons. His strong chest muscles could be seen clearly.

"What shall I call you?" Dick looked at Frank and asked.

"Frank Ye."

Frank frowned, and the smell in the room made him a little uncomfortable.

"To ask for the money?" Dick lit a cigarette, took a sharp puff and asked lightly.

"Yes." Frank nodded.

"Do you know where the last man who came to ask for the money is now?" Dick asked.

"I don't know." Frank shook his head and looked around Dick's office.

"He's in the hospital with six broken ribs, um... and one broken hamstring. He’s supposed to live in a

wheelchair for the rest of his life. Do you think he is miserable?” Dick looked at Frank banteringly, just

like watching a monkey.

"Terrible, too bad." Frank said perfunctorily and sighed.

"Do you want to ask for the debts?" Dick puffed a smoke ring and asked.

"Yes!"

"Ahem..."

Dick was stunned by his word, this guy was a fool. He said like that, but he still dared to say yes.

"Dude, did you get your fucking brain run over by a car?" Dick snuffed out the smoke and stood up and

asked fiercely…

"No.” Frank shook his head and calmly said, "Dick Zhang, it is only natural that you should pay back

your debts. I don't want to investigate what you did before, but now that I'm here, I advise you to take

out the money with interest."

Dick sneered, "What if I don't want to?"

Frank suddenly grinned and said, "Then I'll beat you until you are willing."

"Dean, come in!" Dick banged the table fiercely, which made the ashtray on the table buzzing.

The door was pushed open, and several young men came in.

"Break his legs." Dick pointed to Frank. He had never seen such a fool. In Haidong City, it had always

been Dick who collected debts from others. Who would dare to ask for him?

These young people besieged Frank as soon as they heard the words.

They had followed Dick’s lead in Haidong City since they were very young. In recent years, they had

built a reputation for their cruelty.

It was routine to fight.