"Who?" Sang Biao twisted his mouth. Who came to him at this time? Is it to discuss business or to collect debts?
"Wen, Second Master Wen."
"What?" Sang Biao suddenly stood up.
"Yes." The man pressed his hand down.
"Fuck!" Sang Biao sat down slowly after hearing this. This stuttering was really delaying things.
"Ask him to come in."
"Hey." The waiter bowed his waist and ran out again. His tongue seemed sharper when speaking a word. "Hey, I'm telling you to come in!" You could hear the waiter shouting from a distance.
"Brother Biao, we meet again."
Sang Biao took a look and said, "Holy shit, it's you." The person in front of him was none other than the friend who gave him a message when Brother Biao beat someone up in a hot pot restaurant.[
"Why is it you again?" Sang Biao gave him a seat.
"I can't help it, others don't dare to come." The man smiled calmly, "Brother Biao, the second master wants to discuss something with you."
"Hey, aren't you hurting me by saying that? With the second master's current position in the limelight, I'm afraid our old master may not be able to catch up. Don't be polite, just say what you have to say."
"It's refreshing." There was no smile on the man's face. He leaned forward and whispered: "Can you kill someone for us?"
"who?"
"Lu Yu." The man opened his mouth but no sound came out. Sang Biao knew it just by looking at the shape of his mouth.
"Why don't I want to." He sighed, "This person is a bit troublesome."
"Oh? Tell me."
"How should I say it?" Sang Biao touched his bald head, "Brother, I won't hide it from you. One of my capable men was killed, and now I can't find the body. I suspect that this kid did it, but he insisted
I can't find any evidence. I'm also very angry about this."
"Which one?"
"Yellow hair!"
When the man heard this, he immediately became energetic. "It belongs to Brother Gui..."
"Yes! It's him! Otherwise it wouldn't be so troublesome!"
"It's a good thing~ Brother Gui will take action himself now."
"You're kidding. You know what he hates the most. If he knew someone was taking advantage of him, he would beat you to death! I don't have the guts." Sang Biao raised his neck and drank all the wine in his hand.[
The man in the black suit laughed loudly. Brother Gui was very famous among the older generation. He thought for a while and asked in a low voice: "I heard that this old man has extraordinary skills. Have you seen him?"
"You mean...the power of a six-fingered eagle claw." Sang Biao stretched out his hand and made a tiger claw movement, moving toward the man's face. The other person stretched out his hand, and a Wing Chun hand came out, gently
He held Sang Biao's black hand in place. Sang Biao looked at him with an expression on his face, clasped his fingers inward, and said "cough" very expressively.
After playing, he sat back and looked at the other person with a half-smile, "Have you ever seen someone grab the Tianling Cap with his hands?"
"You mean..." Black Suit touched his occipital bone with his own hand, "How is this possible?"
"I've seen it with my own eyes." Sang Biao seemed to remember some particularly bad scene, and his brows twisted into a bow knot again. He pursed his lips and continued to make gestures with his hands, and finally said: "You eat the monkey brains."
Have you passed?"
"Uh..." The man in black's stomach was churning, and he quickly changed the subject. "Lu Yu is seriously injured now. He can be dealt with without his help."
"Then why don't you go?" Sang Biao said in a very disrespectful manner. You didn't let me go when I wanted to take action. Now that I don't want to take action first, you come to me again. Isn't this an argument?
"You don't know," the man in black quickly poured beer into Sang Biao's cup, "we got into some trouble."
"What's wrong?" Sang Biao also heard that Wen Er was not living a peaceful life now, and it was said that he was in trouble.
"It's not my brother Ye Qing... don't mention this, I'm getting angry." When he thought about Ye Qing's misery, he poured a glass of it himself and drank it.
"Let me think about this matter." Sang Biao did not agree to him immediately. This life-threatening job must be considered.
"Don't think about it, I've brought all the money." The man clapped his hands, and another boy came in and respectfully put a large suitcase beside the table. Sang Biao picked it up suspiciously, hey, not yet.
Qing. He is short of money now. Fangqing doesn't pay wages, and these young brothers are about to rebel. He thought about it again, and felt that something was wrong. Wen Er has always been someone who can't afford early benefits, but he is willing to bleed.
There must be some mystery here.
"What else do you want?" Sang Biao said, gently touching the scar on his face.
"Beside Lu Yu, there is a woman named Wen Ling, she is a master."
Sang Biao frowned, "How high."
"One meter sixty-seven."
"Tsk!" Sang Biao smacked his lips, very dissatisfied.
"Oh, you mean Kung Fu, it's not low, Ye Qing has it in her hands."
"So cruel?" Even the legendary gold medal fighter has lost. This girl is really not a mortal.
The man in black nodded.
"If you have a gun, don't be afraid." Sang Biao is most concerned about money now.
"You can't kill her."
"Fuck, do you still have this condition?!" Sang Biao really wanted to throw the bag of money away.
The man in black laughed dryly, lowered his head and whispered in a low voice, "That is the second master's daughter." Sang Biao was stunned when he heard that. He had never heard that the second master had a daughter. Isn't he just a disabled son still alive...
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, then this woman and Lu Yu..."
The man in black shrugged, "That's it."
Now Sang Biao is really not calm anymore. His little hair is about to turn into a light bulb. Wen Er wants me to kill his son-in-law. Anyone else would think this is unreliable.
"Don't worry, Second Master and that Lu Yu are inseparable. If you have the ability to kill him, Second Master will benefit from you."
"That's what I say..." He was still a little hesitant.
"If you are really in trouble, I can only find someone else to do it." The man in black said, grabbing his suitcase, getting up and leaving.
"Stop!" Sang Biao pressed the suitcase down, "What's there to be afraid of? Within half a month, I will take his life." He said and pressed the wine glass in his hand on the table, "