The inner hall is also divided into inside and outside.

Here, the warehouse is managed, the goods are counted, and this is where Zhou Jia takes the Lei Yuan Stone.

In addition, distributing supplies and coordinating various departments are also the places where you have the most contact with other church officials.

There are many external objects, so naturally many offices have been set up. Among them is the place where the deacons sit, which is called the outer deacon office.

They are only responsible for coordinating the distribution of materials, and the role of a single deacon does not need to be large.

Fatty Han's location was two large tree houses connected together, not near the gang's headquarters, but close to the edge of the outer city.

The blood moon is in the sky.

The rain curtain looked a little cold.

A figure walked slowly out of the rain and arrived in front of the deacon's office.

"Crash..."

The raindrops kept falling, hitting the hair, shoulders and back, and sliding down the already soaked clothes.

"stop!"

The two people leaning in front of the door stretched out their hands to stop them, looking at the visitor who was covered in rain, with a slight disgust in their eyes, and their tone was not so polite:

"For what?"

"I'm looking for Fat Han... Deacon Han." Zhou Jia raised his eyes. The dense raindrops made his sight a little blurry and his voice a little erratic:

"He asked me to come over."

"Over there at the mine?"

"yes!"

"Go in." The guard waved his hand, and when he saw the ax and shield behind Zhou Jia, he said again:

"Leave the weapons!"

Zhou Jia hesitated for a moment, glanced around, then slowly took off his weapon, placed it at the door, and stepped into the butler's office wet with rainwater.

"That's how it goes!"

"You go down!"

In the back room, Fatty Han handed his subordinate a letter. He just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Zhou Jia pushing the door open and entering. He couldn't help but feel happy on his face.

"Brother Zhou, you are here."

"sit!"

"sit!"

He stood up and greeted them warmly. At the same time, he picked up the steaming kettle on the side, filled the two of them with hot tea and brought it to them.

"I haven't seen you for a while. I'm too busy during this period. How is Brother Zhou doing lately?"

Pulling Zhou Jia to sit down, he sighed with emotion:

"We all come from the same place. Even if we have different ideas, there is no need to cut off contact. We should move around more when we have time."

After not seeing him for a while, Fatty Han's belly has become slightly slimmer, his body has become stronger, and his brows have the air of a superior.

The thick armor on his body makes him look even more heroic.

"Yeah." Zhou Jia nodded:

"You have something to do with me?"

"Can't I come to you if I have nothing to do?" Fatty Han laughed and picked up the teacup:

"Come, drink tea!"

"There are no tea trees here. Wei Tou planted one himself. I spent a lot of effort to get two taels from him."

"..." Zhou Jia looked at the tea. The green tea silk was rolling up and down in the boiling water, and there was a faint fragrance in the hot air:

"Is something wrong?"

His voice was indifferent, and his wet hair covered his cheeks, which made Fatty Han freeze up, and the smile on his face slowly faded away.

a long time.

"Why!"

Fatty Han sighed softly, picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp, not only his cup, but also the other cup placed in front of Zhou Jia.

"Don't worry, it's not poisonous."

"Have you offended Master Cheng?"

"Cheng Ping?" Zhou Jia's eyes moved slightly:

"It looks like it is."

"What does it look like?" Fatty Han was speechless and said directly:

"Master Cheng likes male sex. He has a male favorite named Liu Ciying who is deeply loved by him. Liu Ciying has a brother who was killed."

"I heard it was you who did it."

He looked at Zhou Jia with questioning eyes.

"Really?" Zhou Jia was noncommittal.

He killed a lot of people, but not many knew his identity. It was impossible to ask the person's identity every time before killing someone.

"Ah……"

Fatty Han shook his head:

"It seems that many people have died in your hands."

After a pause, he continued:

"After all, Liu Ciying belongs to Master Cheng. He will definitely ask for an explanation when he opens his mouth. Have you ever thought about what to do next?"

Zhou Jia raised his head and looked at Fatty Han with a dull voice:

"late."

"What's so late?" Fatty Han was stunned, then jumped to his feet and said:

"you will not……"

"How is Liu Ciying?"

"died."

"..."

There was silence in the field.

Zhou Jia stood up slowly and spoke quietly:

"Why do you have to pretend to be Hu Tu? Someone will go to the mine tonight. You should have known about it a long time ago, otherwise your people wouldn't show up by such a coincidence."

Fatty Han twitched the corner of his mouth and suddenly sighed:

"Really dead?"

"If she is a sissy, she is indeed dead." Zhou Jia nodded.

"The people who are going tonight, except Liu Ciying and Zhao Fu, are all popular people around Master Cheng. Are they all dead?"

"They're all dead."

Fatty Han stood up, picked up the spear leaning against the wall, turned around, and looked directly at Zhou Jia.

Zhou Jia looked at him:

"You want to fight with me?"

"Headmaster Wei has ordered me to watch Zhao Fu take action and not to interfere. I can help you collect the body afterwards, which is a sign of friendship." Fatty Han said:

"But you didn't die and you killed them. How can I handle this?"

"Yeah." Zhou Jia sneered:

"Killing me can also give Master Cheng an explanation."

Fatty Han's eyes flashed, his voice suddenly dropped, and he said:

"Zhao Gang is dead!"

"Huh?" Zhou Jia raised his eyebrows:

"When did this happen?"

"Not long ago." Fatty Han said:

"The alliance between several companies did not go so smoothly. There were inevitably some conflicts and conflicts during the period. During a certain conflict, Zhao Gang was rushed to the front..."

It is self-evident what the consequences of getting close to an archer will be.
To be continued...