"Thank you for your reminder."

"But there are still some chess pieces for younger generations."

"After all, I haven't made it yet, so I've concluded it too early."

Zong Ren maintains a light and light look.

But his hands were slightly clenched.

Obviously, his heart was not as calm as it showed.

But middle-aged man obviously no longer had the interest in chatting with Zong Ren, and he had not stopped and had already reached the door.

"This afternoon, Qiu Xiaoxiao will take action against this freshman competition."

Zong Ren had a look of powerlessness in his eyes, and he could only speak first.

Sometimes, in some negotiations, whoever reveals his trump card first will suffer.

But in the current situation, it is impossible to compete with the hunting soul and gain the advantage.

Middle-aged stops.

The hand that was already on the door handle slowly fell down: "Look, have we wasted five minutes?"

"Come on."

"I'll kill this boss first."

While talking, middle-aged man moved his hands and walked towards the bar.

The boss finally woke up from his soul travel state.

Looking at the approaching middle-aged man, he sighed helplessly, and finally his eyes fell on Zong Ren in the distance.

"Damn it, where did this come from?"

"You are willing to conspire, but you are talking quietly."

"I have to shout that loudly."

"Believe it or not, I will kill you!"

The coffee shop owner stood up cursingly, took off his apron, glared at Zong Ren fiercely, and then set his eyes on the middle-aged man.

"Are you the boss of the Soul Hunter?"

He looked at the middle-aged man curiously and asked.

Faced with the boss's sudden change, the middle-aged body paused slightly, frowned deeply, looked at him, and a faint energy fluctuation appeared on his body, but his words remained elegant: "No, I am just a group."

member."

"oh."

"I just said that the boss shouldn't be so stupid."

"Tell me a word to your boss, don't mess with me anymore, otherwise I will be angry."

The boss's face was full of helplessness, and he didn't even look at the middle-aged man, and he still sat on the chair: "I just doubt that I was fighting with you soul hunters, fuck!"

“Not yet asked for advice…”

The middle-aged energy gradually converged, and hesitated to look at the very ordinary coffee shop owner, who looked at the very ordinary coffee shop owner, and asked tentatively.

"I?"

“I opened a specialty store.”

The boss said casually.

At this time, Zong Ren had already stood up, and the boss became more and more angry: "Do you still have the face to see?"

"Will you not conspire to find a deep mountain forest?"

"Come to the coffee shop to talk about it!"

"I finally found a new den. In order to open this coffee shop, I learned how to make coffee for a month."

"You're here on the second day of opening!"

"I don't care about you, you still have to pretend, what the hell..."

"No, you are... you are the fish that escapes the net from the cult. You wait. I will send you a fishing boat today!"

While scolding, the boss picked up the walkie-talkie on the bar, changed the channel and was about to talk.

The middle-aged man finally guessed the identity of the boss in front of him.

"Outsider madman?"

He said in a cold voice.

The boss glared back without hesitation: "Yes, it's me, why are you killing me?"

"Last time you made a plan, I scratched me."

"Don't you really have a high-end plan, so you can play quietly and have to bring two innocent, cute, law-abiding passers-by."

"I really don't match your horoscope."

It is hard to imagine how much effort the extrajudicial madman has put into this new den.

There are so many hidden plans behind this effort.

After all, with his personality, it would never be as simple as opening a coffee shop.

but...

Sometimes fate is so interesting.

These two customers, as they were chatting, suddenly stopped lowering their voices.

Then you will destroy your mouth.

Chunchun has that serious illness.

"You still see me?"

"Try looking at me again?"

“Mmlgb!”

Seeing that the middle-aged man was still staring at him coldly, the extrajudicial madman shouted directly to the intercom: "At any time, I don't want this place."

"Before leaving, please call me two six-sleepings."

"I want to kill someone!"

"Yes, you must be good at dismembering the body!"

After saying that, the extrajudiciary threw the walkie-talkie directly on the bar.

Zong Ren lowered his head slightly, a light appeared in his eyes. When he raised his head again, he was already full of smiles: "I apologize for my immaturity. After all, I have less experience in connecting, which has disturbed you in business."

"If you believe me, I can guarantee that you will never mention this cafe."

"If you don't believe me, I can compensate you for all the losses in this cafe at the original price."

At this time, Zong Ren seemed polite, especially the youthful feeling of a young man, which made it difficult for people to feel disgusted with him.

The extrajudicial madman sneered: "I'm sending you this little money?"

"You are still looking at me?"

As he said that, he grabbed the walkie-talkie and smashed it on the middle-aged man's chest.

The middle-aged man's eyes showed a sharp murderous intent and he stared at the extrajudicial madman coldly.

But at this time, two powerful auras were already locked firmly on him.

Even he could not trace the source of this aura.

Under all kinds of wonderful misunderstandings, the underground forces of the three parties.

It just happened to meet unexpectedly.

There is even a possibility of fire fighting.

It is obvious that Zong Ren is at the bottom of the field, both in terms of strength, identity and status.

It's barely a big deal.

Under the tension and solemn pressure, sweat began to appear on Zong Ren's forehead.

Sometimes, even if you have great wisdom and make a series of perfect plans, it will seem ridiculous in the face of luck.

For example, his idea of ​​choosing this cafe...

It has a new business, no business, and is relatively remote, but there is still traffic around it.

In any case, middle-aged people would not kill him openly and expose his position.

And it is also suitable for Tibetans around.

Hiding some dead soldiers is not a big problem.
Chapter completed!