"Then where should I park, sir?"
As he spoke, Liu Zheng skillfully handed over several bills.
"I don't care where you park. Just don't let me see it. Otherwise, every time I see you, I'll chase you off."
The guard did not take the money at all and directly pushed his tentacles back.
"Alright, then I'll park farther away."
He frowned slightly but did not lose his temper. Instead, he parked the sports car by the side of a road.
Liu Zheng returned to the entrance of the residential compound, where the guard was still glaring at him menacingly.
"Brother-in-law, how about you call the property management? It looks like the guard at the entrance doesn't intend to let me in."
He called Silver Wolf.
"Alright."
Not long after he hung up, the walkie-talkie at the guard's waist rang.
Keeping his eyes on Liu Zheng, the guard picked up the walkie-talkie.
"Captain, what is it? A resident wants us to let him in? He's just a tenant. What kind of resident is he?"
"And do you know who this guy is? He delivers food for the Bloodstained Restaurant. If we let him in, where would that leave Golden Shield Security's reputation? In all these years, we've never let one of those Bloodstained Restaurant punks in."
The guard shouted into the walkie-talkie.
To be honest, although he had been called a punk, Liu Zheng was not particularly angry.
Setting personal feelings aside, Cow-Horse, White-Feather Chicken, Britannia, and Big White Goose were all worse than beasts—some were even less than beasts.
As for Salmon and cats, those animals were naturally among the nastier kinds of predators. They would even hunt purely for entertainment, playing their prey to death without eating it afterward.
Of course, not being angry did not stop him from