"What should I do?" The elegant man who stood with Sister Hua yesterday sat on the desk and looked at the classroom full of people.
"It's a little late to take action now." Another boy with half a bookmark in his hand was flipping through the Gospel of Matthew without raising his eyelids.
"Is Kowloon Hall really gone like this?" A younger young man leaned against the wall and muttered.
"At least, they can't stand up now." A voice came from far away, as if they were tired.
"Even Yao Jing didn't hide away, it's really surprising." He stretched and said again.
"Yes." He turned the lot and put it in his mouth. He looked at the boss in front of him and asked, "Should we take action?"
"What's Xiaohua's attitude?" The person on the podium rubbed his temples with reluctance on his face.
"The person we put in said he was quite ambiguous." A strange voice appeared for the first time.
"If you want to take action, you have to do it as soon as possible. In a few days, they will have recovered their strength, and it will become more and more difficult to do it. Soldiers need to be quick, and time waits for no one." He took off the bookmark and looked at the gold outline on it.
Phoenix said, "Besides, we don't know what he is going to do."[
"Will the school just ignore it? The wind is blowing now." The kid leaning against the wall yawned.
"Does it have to be in school, pig?" He threw a thick Bible on the table with a bang. "What he did to others, we can't sit on him."
"Is there any candidate?" The boss glanced at him with interest.
"No money?" He leaned back in his chair.
Haha, several people laughed.
"Lu Yu, Qi Wen, Wang Xin, Zhang Kai." Uncle Gui looked at these photos with a sad expression. "How much are you willing to pay?"
"Twenty thousand." The bookmark was still clamped on the young man's hand.
"It can't be done." Uncle Gui shook his head. That man named Lu Yu was not simple.
"Then how much do you want?"
"I can't do it," Uncle Ghost smiled bitterly, "If you really want to do this, go find Han Ling's people."
The young man shrugged, "They only kill people, they don't know how to do things."
Do you really think that a killer worth tens of thousands of dollars can accept him? The old man pointed at Lu Yu's photo, this man is extraordinary.
Oh? The young man was noncommittal.
Uncle Gui was a little unhappy with his arrogant attitude, "Have you ever seen a hand that can't even see its fingerprints?" Uncle Gui said, raising his hand and shaking it in front of the man. His thumb, index finger and middle finger were all sallow.
, the finger belly is as full as a pearl, "With the unique skill of six-fingered eagle claws, if you don't have seven or eight years, there is no way to get into the palace."
"Martial arts?" The young man shook his head and smiled, "No matter how good your martial arts skills are, you are still afraid of kitchen knives."[
"Idiot." Uncle Gui had no intention of saving face for him.
"Is it really that difficult?" The young man almost choked at this sentence and said seriously.
It was hard to say. Uncle Gui smiled conspiratorially, "You guys will definitely not be able to deal with this guy. Ask Master Qiao to find a master."
"Fifth Master is so busy, why are you so embarrassed?"
"Sorry, you can ask Xiaohua to find one. Isn't there one beside her?"
"Her? Our boss said that there is a problem between this girl and that boy. People familiar with the matter revealed that she has a soft spot for that Lu Yu, and she almost threw herself into his arms. You let her fuck that boy, it's not a matter of sex.
Does Baozi beat a dog?"
"Isn't it?" Uncle Gui took off his reading glasses as soon as he put them on.
"I don't understand why. It's good to be handsome." He straightened his tie in the mirror on the counter and seemed quite satisfied.
"Then, I have no choice. If you want to hire a hitman, you can come to me. If you hire a hitman, I advise you not to waste your money." The old man pursed his lips and stopped looking at him.
"Uncle Gui, do you know what Second Master Wen's attitude is?" The young man leaned down and looked at Uncle Gui's ravaged face.
"What's wrong?" Uncle Gui put on his glasses and thought about developing some new dishes.
"Yao Jing is already in the hospital..."
"That matter is beyond your control," the old man said coldly, and then came closer to him, "The person who did it may be Brother Hu's people."
The young man stood up suddenly, as if he was really stimulated, "Brother Tiger is out?"
"That's not true." Uncle Gui turned around and gave him a contemptuous look, "Do you know Jindie?"
The young man shook his head.
"Then forget it." Uncle Ghost didn't want to pay attention to him.
"Uncle Ghost, are you scared?"
"Don't play this trick with me!" The old man smiled to himself, "You are still young. I am old and about to retire, and I still want to keep these arms and legs to spend my old age." He thought about being stabbed in the whole shoulder.
Lao Zhang was stunned, shook his head and sighed, "In our line of work, we are lucky to have a happy death."
"So, you just won't help." The young man pinned the bookmark in his coat pocket and looked at Uncle Ghost's withered hands.
"It's not that I won't help, it's that I can't help at all." The old man was a little impatient and threw the recipe on the table, "You guys stop it!"
"Are you kidding!" He was a little angry, "We have worked hard for so long, and you say it's easy!" He turned around and slammed the door.
"Young man," Uncle Ghost muttered, "Let's wait and see."
"Uncle Ghost, Brother Sang Biao wants to treat you to dinner." A waiter shouted with a phone.
"No time." The old man said angrily.
"He asked you to answer the phone."
"Just say I'm not here."
"Uncle Ghost said he wasn't here."
The old man glared, picked up the slippers on his feet and threw them away.
The clerk lowered his head and flashed by, smiled, and said to the phone, "Brother Biao, you'd better come here in person. The old man is angry. Well, okay. Goodbye, Brother Biao."
After making the call, the clerk behind the counter very wisely brought the slippers over. He sat opposite Uncle Gui with a smile on his face, grinning shamelessly. "Old man, who is Jindee?"
"If you know too much, just wait to be silenced." The old man picked up a large purple clay teapot and walked to the back room with his hands behind his back. "Work hard for me, or I will deduct your wages."