Xiao Qi immediately took out the phone, "Hello? Get the fuck up! Something happened!"
"What nonsense are you talking about? Your money is indispensable! Come on!" Xiaoqi said and stabbed the few who were still alive. In less than twenty minutes, three small trucks drove over, and seven or eight people got out of the car.
Little gangsters. These people are all friends of Xiaoqi in society. "Hurry up and clean up!" Xiaoqi said, holding the long-haired head that he had just picked up.
"Whoops! Isn't this Changmao!?" The man looked at Changmao's eyes that were still open and asked, "Who did it?"
Xiao Qi smiled at those people and said, "My boss."
"He belongs to Sang Biao!" The man looked a little uneasy, "Aren't you afraid of his revenge?"
"I'm not afraid, and I'm damn rich! You guys should be smarter!" Xiao Qi shouted at him, "You're delaying things and you should wait to die! Hurry up!"
"Quick, quick, quick!" Those few people were very familiar with Xiao Qi, and they started working together. Within a few minutes, everything was cleaned up except for the blood stains.
"Sang Biao is not easy to mess with." The man was still muttering. Xiao Qi stared and grabbed his collar, "Just remember, in less than two years, my boss will definitely be the overlord of the city."
!If today’s affairs are ruined, just wait for your whole family to die!”
Sang Biao doesn't care whether Lu Yu is the future overlord. He just hopes that Lu Yu will die today.[
The group of people have been out for more than an hour, and there is no news at all. He is walking around in a spacious yard in the suburbs. This is a large waste recycling station and an important base for his work. This place,
It was spacious and dilapidated, and there was no one there at night. A large 200-watt light bulb was hung on a yellow bamboo pole, illuminating the entire courtyard surrounded by high walls.
"Brother Biao, what's wrong with you today?" Hong Mao was always by his side. He had rarely seen Sang Biao so uneasy.
"Xiao Hong, do you think something will happen this time?" After Sang Bian finished speaking, he also felt unlucky. He spat hard, "Damn it, if I had known better, I wouldn't have taken this job. Wen Er is really not a good person."
thing!
"Haha, don't worry, boss. Brother Changmao did it himself, why are you worried?" Hongmao seemed to admire this Changmao very much, and maybe he just wanted to put Sang Biao at ease.
"Oh, I can't sleep these days. Why do I think this little brat Lu Yu is so evil? Is there something on him?! It's really Tai Sui who's in charge, it's not good!" Sang Bian
As he spoke, he also took out a Guanyin pendant that he had obtained from the temple. He put the Bodhisattva in his palm and asked for blessings from this god and Buddha. This kind of self-deception can only be done by a bastard like him. He usually does not burn incense, but just crams into the Buddha.
Master Guanyin thought his hands were dirty.
Hongmao stood next to him and touched the pistol on his waist. Perhaps due to Sang Biao's influence, he also began to feel vaguely uneasy.
Sang Biao begged for a while, and his condition recovered a little. Suddenly he was inspired to recall the ups and downs in the past, and he felt a lot of emotion. Thinking about it, he felt uncomfortable, and he actually recited a verse of "
"Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra". When this guy was in school, he couldn't memorize any of the text, but this set of words was very smooth and strange to say.
Hong Mao looked at him and didn't dare to smile. He waited for the news like a wooden frame. Just when Sang Biao nodded and read for the sixth time, the broken truck that was about to fall apart came back.
.
"It's coming, it's coming!" Hong Mao, who heard the movement from afar, cheered and rushed forward. However, an unusual situation occurred. There was no movement among the people in the truck, and the driver seemed to be affected.
I felt some strong stimulation, got out of the car and ran away, saying without looking back, "Something happened! Oh my god!"
"Come back!" Sang Biao shouted, but the man hadn't stopped yet.
Hong Mao took out a silenced pistol, pulled the trigger and hit the man in the leg.
"What the hell are you talking about!" Sang Biao rushed over with several brothers, first slapped him to calm him down, and then slapped him to vent his anger.
"Tell me what's going on!!!"
The driver was in terrible pain, but his eyes were fixed on the lifted body of the truck.
Click, click, click, the three pistols present were all loaded, and they all saw blood gurgling out along the cracks in the carriage.[
Many people in the yard swallowed their saliva. What kind of situation could cause so much blood to flow out...
"Go and take a look." Sang Biao casually grabbed a person, "Go!" He pointed the gun at the man's head, "If you don't go, I'll kill you right now!" There was a gun next to the man.
The companion who was holding the gun seemed to have some friendship with him. He even handed him the gun in his hand and motioned for him to come over.
He walked forward tremblingly, and the blood in the carriage was still flowing.
"Crack!" The silenced pistol shot hit his feet, sending dust and smoke everywhere. He jumped in fright, and then quickened his pace.
"Bang." As soon as he held the door of the carriage with his hand, the iron door smashed down, and the man died in a way that was not shocking at all.
"Pah! Pah! Pah!" Hongmao and Sang Biao saw a person standing in the carriage. They shot them all over as fast as they could. Blood spurted from the man's mouth and his limbs were shaking. The Rebirth of the Ming Dynasty
Read the full text of Prince Regent. His limbs were trembling wildly and his body was all gone.
Unfortunately, after the smoke cleared, a cold eye emerged from the back of his head.
Sang Biao's heart felt cold, and his current state could only be described as being out of sorts.
That's right, this person is Lu Yu.
Lu Yu was holding a tall man in front of him. He was surrounded by corpses, no, they were all broken corpses. Lu Yu's white shirt was covered in blood, and his jeans were soaked through and stuck tightly to his thighs.
. He took a step forward, and the blood in his shoes made a splashing sound.
The God of Death Bai Qi, everyone present thought of the same name.
It's really you. Lu Yu's voice changed. It was a bit like Kong Qian when he was angry. It was subtle and magnetic.
"Brother Biao, let's go!" Hong Mao stepped forward, but was split open instantly! Split! That's right! Just split him. Before Hong Mao could let go of Sang Biao's hand, he was split like a watermelon.
Two halves.
"Uh!" Everyone present vomited. This scene could not be described as bloody. The warm bloody smell directly filled Sang Biao's sensory system. Lu Yu was still murderous.
Sang Biao knelt on the ground vigorously, and he surrendered.
Lu Yu ignored him, but took a calm step and killed all the living people present one by one, without any emotion or pity. The knife Shang Kun gave to Xiaopang was indeed made of real material.
After slashing and killing, the ordinary knife would have been curled long ago.
Lu Yu was a little tired after killing everyone. He rummaged through the cigarettes in his pocket and found that he could no longer smoke this pack of cigarettes.
He reached into Sang Biao's jacket pocket and took out a box, Yuxi? It's okay, he doesn't hate the smell.
"Do you really want to know who I am?" Lu Yu looked at him with a cigarette in his mouth and said calmly.
"Who are you?" At this time, Sang Biao knew that this young boy whom he had always disliked was by no means as simple as others understood.
"You have to keep it a secret for me." Lu Yu took off his shirt, revealing his almost perfect upper body. His hand grabbed the tape on his shoulder.
The moment he gently opened it, Sang Biao almost fainted.
A fox wrapped in blue flames. The fox's eyes were all open and blazing red. "You are!?"
Eyes that keep opening with the killing, tattoos that are sacrificed with life! You are... Sang Biao can't wait to be killed here, Silver Fox, a killer who makes even killers fear him.
"You're not dead!?" Sang Biao's belief collapsed.
"Who told you I was dead?" Lu Yu asked.
Sang Biao knew that he had said the wrong thing.
"I'm asking you, who said I'm dead?" Sang Biao will never forget the look in Lu Yu's eyes.
"I heard that." He didn't dare to look up at him. Now Sang Biao's regret could burst out of his pores. If he had known it was him, he would rather go back to farming than dare to offend this ancestor.
"Who said that?" Lu Yu didn't bother to ask anymore and put the knife across his neck. "Stop talking nonsense."
"Brother Tiger."
"Zhang Chenghu?"
"yes."
Poof, Sang Biao's head was cut off.
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