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Chapter 59 - Formless Acting Tough

"Who is this person?"

Looking at Zhang Lang's extraordinary demeanor, someone present asked in confusion.

However, the moment he said those words, he felt everyone around him look at him with disdain.

"Did you come out of the mountains? The President of the Chinese Medical Association, Zhang Lang, does Elder Zhang not know? "

With that said, he looked towards Zhou Yang who stood in the arena in shock.

"What's going on? Why does Elder Zhang call this young master? "

At that instant, such suspicion rose in many people's hearts, and very quickly, the doubt in their hearts became shock.

"Master, why didn't you tell me when you came? I wanted to pick you up."

Under everyone's astonished gazes, Zhang Lang walked quickly to Zhou Yang's side and said with an excited face.

The crowd was stunned, and their breathing quickened.

Elder Yang was just about to extend his hand to greet Zhang Lang, but his body stiffened once again. The expression on his face started to twist in the next second.

"It really is this kid!"

Looking at the smiling Zhou Yang, Elder Yang's heart trembled.

You are President Zhang's master!

Since you are so arrogant, why keep such a low profile?

At this moment, Elder Yang had the urge to cry.

"This time I'm here with my woman."

Completely ignoring everyone's shock, Zhou Yang looked at Zhang Lang, and then looked at Zhu Xirou who was behind him, and said with a smile.

Hearing that, Zhang Lang then noticed Zhu Xirou behind Zhou Yang, and immediately took a step forward: "So it's Mistress, excuse me, excuse me!"

Zhang Lang cupped his fist and said with a smile on his face, but there was respect in his eyes.

A woman who could become a Master was definitely not simple.

But, Zhu Xirou frowned and nodded her head to Zhang Lang, then looked at Zhou Yang who was in front of him.

Hiss!

In the next second, all of the muscles on Zhou Yang's body tensed up, the twitching of his mouth made him unable to help but take in a breath of cold air.

"Master, what happened to you?"

Seeing Zhou Yang's strange expression, Zhang Lang immediately asked.

"It's fine, it's fine."

Rubbing the soft flesh on his waist, Zhou Yang waved his hand, indicating that he was fine.

"How dare you take advantage of me!"

Behind him, Zhu Xirou glared fiercely at Zhou Yang as he thought this in his heart.

However, after Zhu Xirou became angry, she looked at the cautious Zhang Lang again, and started to doubt.

"Oh right, why are you here?"

Looking at Zhang Lang, Zhou Yang casually asked.

"…"

Everyone was left speechless.

This was the pace of things that were about to happen!

Elder Yang's eyes twitched, while the bad feeling in his heart grew stronger.

"Master, I am the president of the Chinese Medical Association and the organizer of this research conference."

In regards to Zhou Yang's doubts, Zhang Lang was not the least bit surprised. Instead, he felt that it was very normal.

Who was his master?

He was an expert of an underworld, an existence that didn't interact with the secular world. He was only interested in university.

It was normal to not know about this.

"You're the organizer of this event!"

When Zhou Yang heard how powerful he was, he really did not see through it.

"Sorry, master."

Zhang Lang awkwardly laughed upon hearing this, and said unhappily.

"President, is this mister really your master?"

At this moment, Elder Yang could no longer hold it in, looked at Zhang Lang and asked weakly.

"Vice President Yang Feng, why are you here too?"

Only now did Zhang Lang notice Yang Feng at the side, and he said with some astonishment.

With a bitter laugh, Yang Feng didn't know what to say for a moment.

"President, what ability does this brat have to be able to become your master? Is there a mistake? "

In the end, Yang Feng spoke again.

In his opinion, it must be because of Zhang Lang.

Otherwise, how could he have accepted a little kid as his master!

But just as Yang Feng said that, Zhang Lang's face changed.

"Shut up!"

With an angered shout, an angry expression instantly appeared on Zhang Lang's face. A pair of threatening eyes stared deadly at Yang Feng.

"Master's methods are not something you can speculate about! Being able to become the honorary disciple of my master is a blessing that I, Zhang Lang, have cultivated in my previous life! "

Zhang Lang stared deadly at Yang Feng, and the aura of someone who had lived for a long time, suddenly emitted out, pressing straight on Yang Feng.

"I'm warning you, if you dare to be disrespectful to Master in the future, I won't forgive you!"

In the end, Zhang Lang coldly snorted, and said while flinging his sleeves.

"Remember …" honorary disciple! "

At this moment, Yang Feng did not even realize what Zhang Lang had meant by "honorary disciple".

It was unknown when, but Yang Feng's body was already drenched in cold sweat. A gust of wind blew over, chilled to the bone.

"Yang Feng, right? Weren't you going to kick me out? "Come on."

Just when he woke up, Zhou Yang's playful voice sounded once again in his ears.

Yang Feng's entire body shivered, and he immediately pulled his face down.

"What, Yang Feng is disrespectful to Master?"

Hearing Zhou Yang's words, Zhang Lang was immediately unwilling to get up.

"Forget it, he's just a clown, nothing much."

"You go ahead, I won't disturb you."

Once again, Zhou Yang retracted his gaze, looked at Zhang Lang, and pulled his hand, walking into the hall.

"Yang Feng, I'm warning you, don't make a mistake!"

When Zhou Yang left, he looked at Yang Feng with an ugly expression, and said fiercely.

Yang Feng trembled, he did not dare say anything.

He had originally thought that the other party was a bug, but who would have thought that it was actually a dragon!

"Damn it!"

It was only after Zhang Lang left that the stiff expression on Yang Feng's face gradually relaxed, and he let out a final curse in his heart.

"Director Zhang, you never told me that brat was our president's master!"

In a corner of the hall, Yang Feng spoke to a middle-aged man with an ugly expression.

The man was smiling. This man was not the Zhang Yan who was officially called the Smiling Tiger.

Waving the red wine cup in his hand, Zhang Yan's smile became wider and wider.

"Elder Yang, don't be so excited. We didn't know that this brat was actually related to your president!"

"Hmph, I don't care. I don't want even a single cent less of the benefits that you promised me." Yang Feng coldly snorted, and said again.

"Elder Yang, don't worry, the benefits will definitely be great."

Zhang Yan lifted his head, and said very straightforwardly.

"That's good."

After Yang Feng heard this, the smile on his face gradually surfaced.

"Since that's the case, I'll take my leave now."

Yang Feng had already lost all face, how could he stay here? After saying that, he left the hall.

"Director Zhang, that Zhou Yang is really too unfathomable. Now that he has actually become Zhang Lang's master again, I think it would be better to get rid of him as soon as possible and snatch away Zhu Xirou's research results."

At this time, a man beside Zhang Lang spoke in a deep voice.

"Don't be anxious, there's someone who will help us probe Zhou Yang's background."

But Zhang Yan only smiled and emitted a faint voice.