Douluo Dalu Web Novels & Stories

This is interesting, "Am I going to carry all the tea sets and chaise lounges to Mr. Lu's face and let Mr. Lu go through them one by one?" "Why go through so much trouble." Lu Mingchu smiled pleasantly, his eyes were twinkling, "I heard that Dali Ancient City is very lively, so many new and interesting things. It just so happens that I want to go and take a look, but I'm not familiar with the place, the boss has already promised to send me a tea set and recliner anyway, so why don't you be a good person to the end and be a ground handler for a while, and accompany me to stroll around Dali Ancient City."

Valentino says smoothly, “head of the Las Vegas branch of the Camorra, and his Godson, Carnage. Don, this is my wife, Nooria Delucca.” Don Martinez turns, his dark eyes lighting with interest as they land on me. He offers a slight bow of his head. “Mrs. Delucca. A pleasure. I must say, your husband has excellent taste.” I incline my head politely, keeping my voice steady. “It’s an honor to meet you, Don Martinez.” Carnage – which I'm pretty sure is his nickname – snorts a laugh. “I'd never guess the infamous Valentino Delucca got married. I always swore you'll die single "

'That…' At that moment, Laurel shuddered and stared at Darryl blankly as her legs weakened, almost causing her to lose her balance. 'I thought he's just any regular disciple of the Elixir Sect. Turns out that he's Darryl, famous across the Nine Mainland!' Without Laurel asking, Darryl briefly talked about his experience. In the end, Darryl forced a smile and said, "I came to Mount Hua to visit your Master. I thought someone would impersonate me."

Nothing at all. Wait, who is that? Lingga? With whom? I had chosen Lingga from a list of profiles my pimp had given me, but he was very averse to male clients. Lingga was an unforgettable gigolo, especially since he was on the best product list. His muscular proportions were more voluptuous than Aryo's when displayed in a large room for auction. I waited for the woman with Lingga to leave and then approached him, just to say hello outside the fast food franchise.

But I press on, "She's alive, for now, but if you want to see her again, you will do exactly as I say" He laughs, slow and unamused "Is that so?" I quickly hang up before he could say anything. Else, my heart would explode. Did I sound convincing? He must be panicking or maybe gone mad with rage, tearing the city apart to get his hands on me. He is Lorenzo De Luca, the king of the underworld, no one dared flex a muscle in New York without his knowledge. Although he has so many enemies but no one would be crazy enough to cross him,