Chapter 73 My dad is a pink guy (10)
When Dr. Zhao arrived, Jiang Tang was already asleep in Lu Lichao's arms.
The man remained silent and gently put the baby in his arms on the bed and covered her with a quilt.
Looking at Jiang Tang's sleeping face, Lu Lichao's eyes were dark and deep. After a while, the man rubbed the girl's hair and slowly turned to Dr. Zhao.
"Get out."
Dr. Zhao obediently followed Lu Lichao out and came to the study.
In the study, Lu Lichao casually took off his suit shirt. His strong and thin upper body was stained with blood, and the red liquid was somewhat solidified. When he took it off, there was a tearing sound, which was the sound of skin and fabric being torn apart.
The man's strong lower abdomen is neatly equipped with eight-pack abs. The high bulging biceps look extremely powerful. The muscles are well-defined and beautiful. They are not exaggerated but look amazingly explosive.
It's just that this beautiful upper body is full of stab wounds and dark bullet holes, which looks particularly scary.
Especially on the upper arm, a ferocious wound formed a circle, like a flesh centipede, hovering on the man's arm.
His lower abdomen was torn from the wound and was bleeding profusely. Lu Lichao had no expression on his face and lay down without even frowning.
"Hurry up."
Dr. Zhao was not surprised. As Lu Lichao's personal doctor, it was customary to come here once a month. This kind of wound was really not enough for Lu Lichao.
When Lu Lichao was twenty years old, someone slashed his arm with a watermelon knife. The entire arm was almost severed, and the bones were scattered everywhere.
Until now, Lu Lichao's arm couldn't exert much strength, and it looked the same to outsiders, but Dr. Zhao knew all the stories about this man. Every wound was proof that Lu Lichao slipped around the gate of hell and came back again. Others are still enjoying a carefree college life when they are twenty years old, pretending to be cool when they have a girlfriend, and do not suffer in the world.
Lu Lichao's twenties were immersed in the light of swords and shadows. He carried a watermelon knife all day long and had a 747 on his waist. He didn't even dare to cover himself while sleeping for fear of being stabbed to death in his dreams.
When Mr. Lu was alive, he offended a lot of people, owed a lot of debt, and was blocked by arms dealers in a Las Vegas casino. While seeking revenge, the old man shot himself dead.
But in this world, there is no saying that debts are wiped out after death. When the old one dies, these hatreds and debts have to be repaid by the younger ones.
When the old man died, Lu Lichao was only sixteen years old.
The people under his command have almost fled, and only a few good brothers who have been with the old man through life and death are still following him, including Dr. Zhao.
Over the past ten years, Dr. Zhao has always watched how Lu Lichao came here.
He watched helplessly as the sixteen-year-old boy whose hands shook when holding a knife turned into the murderous executioner he is today.
Lu Lichao was cruel to others, but even more cruel to himself.
What he endured was not poverty and disease, but a direct race against death. More than a dozen forces tried to kill him, but they kept him alive.
Reality forced him to grow up, and he worked hard himself. At the age of twenty, he solved all his enemies and debts. At the age of twenty-three, he established his own empire. At the age of twenty-five, his power far exceeded that of the old man at his peak. Now he is twenty-nine years old. , now no one on the road dares to confront Lu Lichao.
Anyone who sees him must respectfully call out "Master Lu".
(End of chapter)