Jiuheng had a very sumptuous dinner today, and even some fine wine.
Zhuo Bufan sat across the table, wearing a white suit and the Patek Philippe pleats on his wrists. He looked very elegant, with a gentlemanly smile on his face.
"Master Jiu, I'm afraid today is your last meal in your life, don't you eat so haphazardly, won't you lose your taste?" Zhuo Bufan asked.
"This day has come after all? I have been mentally prepared for a long time. Mr. Zhuo, you don't have to worry about me." Jiuheng said disdainfully and continued to eat and drink.
Zhuo Bufan raised his thumb and said, "Master Jiu, you are really heroic. People like you are rare nowadays."
Jiuheng said: "If you can't escape or hide, then you have to face it head-on! I can still understand this truth."
Zhuo Bufan nodded and said, "Master Jiu, do you have any other wishes? I think we are destined to get along, so I am willing to help."
Jiuheng grinned and said with a smile: "My wish is for Mr. Zhuo to make a splash. Unfortunately, I have to leave tomorrow and won't be able to see you!"
Zhuo Bufan sighed thoughtfully and said, "I hope your life will not be so miserable in the next life, and we can be brothers."
"I don't dare to be brothers with someone like you, Mr. Zhuo, for I'm afraid of being punished by God! I believe in Buddhism, and Buddha will not forgive me for doing these things!" Jiuheng shook his head.
"Haha, you are so devout to Buddha, then why doesn't Buddha save you?" Zhuo Bufan sneered and said.
When he was in the world, he could only pay homage to the Second Master Guan, and he didn't really believe in those gods and Buddhas.
Jiuheng was startled after hearing this. He didn't know how to answer, but he had an idea and thought of something.
So, Jiuheng said: "Buddha will definitely respond, Mr. Zhuo, if you don't believe it, pull him down!"
Zhuo Bufan said in surprise: "Really? Which Buddha can give you a response?"
"Namo Aka 47th Buddha is saved!" Jiuheng said with a sacred look.
Zhuo Bufan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said: "How can there be such a Buddha? I think you have a weak head. I'm afraid your faith has been deceived!"
Jiuheng ignored Zhuo Bufan. He ate and drank enough. He swallowed a big mouthful of red wine, burped and said, "I feel good!"
Zhuo Bufan waved people in to clear the table, then smiled at Jiu Heng and said, "Master Jiu, you have died a worthy death. All your parts will be used on big shots, and they will enjoy the blessings you have never enjoyed in your life.
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Jiuheng said: "If you die, you will die. Anyway, the body is just a skin. What I am cultivating is the afterlife!"
Zhuo Bufan said: "You are really a free and easy person. Come on, have a smoke."
Jiuheng said in surprise: "Don't your big boss not let me smoke?"
Zhuo Bufan said: "Of course you have to ensure your health. However, you will have surgery tomorrow. It won't hurt if you take two cigarettes today."
Jiu hummed, took the cigarette and put it in his mouth, then Zhuo Bufan lit it for him.
It is the highest etiquette in the world for a man to light a fire for another man.
Jiuheng took a breath happily and said: "Mr. Zhuo, just because you are so loyal, I will protect you no matter what!"
Zhuo Bufan said in a dumbfounded voice: "Goodbye, farewell, I'll go ahead and let the other brothers come and say goodbye to you."
Jiu Heng is a strange person. He is very successful among this group of traffickers. They serve him like an uncle without saying anything. They even call him brother and brother, and when they are bored, they brag and criticize them together.
"Lord Buddha, I am worthy of being the protagonist of this era. Even if I am among a group of human traffickers, I can rely on my personality charm to make them fall in love with me, Master Jiu, and call me brothers."
"However, this group of human traffickers has done many evil things, and Buddha will not be merciful when he takes action."
"Saving this group of 'brothers' is the greatest respect for these 'brothers'. Lord Buddha, I am the spokesperson of Aka Four Seven..."
Jiuheng thought as he watched Zhuo Bufan go out.
After a while, the traffickers who were very familiar with Jiuheng came in to say goodbye to him, and they were even a little reluctant to leave him.
"Master Jiu, the big boss wants your organs, and the brothers have nothing to do. They are just following orders! Don't blame the brothers for being unloyal. We have served you comfortably these days.
Master Jiu, if you have any last wishes, remember to tell them to your brothers, and they will help you fulfill them." The trafficker who was previously beaten into a "bloody boy" by Jiu Heng was speaking with emotion at this time.
Jiuheng held a cigarette in his mouth and said calmly: "My only wish is that everyone can live with dignity."
"Jiuye Gaoyi, you are still thinking about this at this time!" Everyone couldn't help but shout.
Jiuheng chuckled, nodded, and said: "I also hope that you will stop doing such harmful things in your next life, and strive to be good people, and truly be brothers in your next life."
Everyone couldn't help laughing after hearing this. How can this road be so easy to walk? Once you step on it, you can only go to darkness.
They no longer know what conscience is in their hearts, and they have become very numb when they do cruel things. Jiu Heng's words are just a joke for them to listen to.
They also thought Jiuheng was interesting and not pushy, so they were willing to make friends with Jiuheng.
"Master Jiu, you have a good journey, brothers will see you off tomorrow!" someone said.
"Uh-huh..." Jiuheng nodded, and after finishing his cigarette, he took it and pinched it into the ashtray, "Okay, I have to rest, I have big things to do tomorrow!"
After hearing this, everyone turned around and left without saying much.
Someone couldn't help but ask: "Hey, I remember Master Jiu always calls himself 'I'. Why did he say 'I' just now?"
When everyone thought about it, it seemed that it was really the case, but no one thought much about such a trivial matter.
"Jiuye was a good person. He didn't live in the world, but he was like a heroic person. It's a pity that he died." Someone commented.
"There's nothing you can do about it. The lives of rich and powerful people are real lives. The lives of people like us are cheap lives." Another person said.
They left talking and laughing.
Jiuheng lay on the bed, crossed his legs, and thought happily: "How will we send off the big boss behind the scenes tomorrow?"
"This kind of person has always been aloof. He thinks his life is precious and his status is very high and great."
"Then, Lord Buddha, I have to let him die in a cruel and painful death. Otherwise, it seems that I feel sorry for the innocent people who were harmed by them!"
After thinking about it, Jiuheng fell asleep happily.
Early the next morning, Jiuheng was woken up.
"Master Jiu, it's time for surgery, let's go." Zhuo Bufan said with a smile.
"Okay!" Jiuheng nodded, got up, and followed Zhuo Bufan in a swagger.
The traffickers all followed and watched Jiuheng enter a large room. This room was filled with very complete medical equipment.
Wearing a loose hospital gown, Zhanji sat beside a medical bed. After seeing his "parts" arrive, a smile broke out on his face.
After Jiuheng saw Zhanji, a smile burst out on his face.