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Chapter 42 The Painter and the Scale

The 'Grey Room' was originally a place of chaos.

There are all kinds of bad people here. Fights between drunkards and gamblers are common here. Even if someone is killed, it's not a big deal. As long as you can afford to pay for "sweeping the floor", there will naturally be staff coming. Help you dispose of the body.

Killing is allowed by the company here, both on and off the stage.

However, there is an untouchable premise in this matter, and that is...

No matter how much trouble you make, you can't touch Buddha's people.

Everyone knows the rules here. In the home of Longhu Company, it is not a wise thing to break ground on Tai Sui. Buddha has many means to make your life worse than death and painful.

It's not like Hei Die has never seen an audience member argue with a company manager and end up having their hands and feet chopped off by Buddha and thrown into a pool of boiling oil.

She was used to treating people like pigs and dogs, but the smiling young man in front of her gave her an indescribable sense of fear.

The female steward did not immediately go to rescue her colleagues because Hei Die noticed that the 'butterfly ghost' given to him by Lord Buddha was trembling.

It was afraid of the invisible thread in the young man's hand, and tried its best to instill escape signals into its owner.

The idiot Qinglang really missed the point. This time he encountered a real problem...

Black Die sighed. Naturally, she did not dare to threaten the young man in front of her with a strong attitude. The female steward weighed in her heart for a moment and finally decided to ease the current conflict. As for the future matters, it was naturally left to Buddha to decide.

The woman cast a look at the subordinate behind her, and the subordinate naturally understood. He hurriedly left the scene and went to the company's management office.

Immediately afterwards, Hei Die twisted her waist, took a step forward, and cast a charming smile towards Bai Yue.

"Guest, you must have had some minor misunderstandings with my men."

The charming female steward said coquettishly: "How about you be kind enough to spare his life?"

"It's easy to say, easy to say. I didn't intend to be tit-for-tat with your company from the beginning."

Bai Yue changed his previous tyrannical image, and the young man looked around with a smile. The crowd of onlookers immediately dispersed, obviously not wanting to get into any trouble.

He let go of the thread of chaos, and the tattooed young man immediately collapsed to the ground.

"Please come with me. The next fight to the death is about to begin. I will arrange the best viewing position for you."

The seductive woman held the pipe between her arms and exhaled a strong puff of smoke. Black Butterfly did not look at the whining green wolf on the ground. The woman turned around and took the initiative to act as the usher of the Gray House for Bai Yue.

Bai Yue patted the dust on his sleeves, and the young man followed him calmly. He still had that green and curious look, observing the things around him with interest.

A trace of doubt flashed across Hei Die's charming eyes at this moment.

I obviously sent someone to report the abnormality as soon as possible, but the company management side was like a silent pool of stagnant water, without any movement...

The 'Star-picking Buddha' who was so resolute and murderous would actually tolerate the fact that his subordinates were crippled by fairy grass?

She was vaguely uneasy.

The two of them gradually drifted away, leaving only the ferocious-looking green wolf curled up on the ground. The young man dug his throat desperately while letting out hoarse and rapid gasps.

"No, no, no... I can't be infected with something like fairy grass... Absolutely not..."

Qing Lang's eyes were filled with hatred and fear. He wanted to spit out what Bai Yue had stuffed into his stomach, but it was a pity that it was too late.

Because it was a direct overdose, a certain lightness of feeling gradually poured into the young man's mind.

"Hehehehe... No, no, I can still be saved. Lord Buddha will not abandon me... Hehe... Hehehe... Fuck you, Lord Buddha..."

At this moment, Qing Lang suddenly saw the aloof Buddha kneeling beside him. The bloated man was kowtowing like a man, and the black butterfly manager beside him smiled coquettishly and leaned in his arms.She started to take off her clothes...

The dancing colorful lights began to become hazy, and the young man slumped down on the cold ground, with a silly and intoxicated smile on Qing Lang's lips.

It was exactly the same as the expressions on the faces of the surrounding drinkers.At this time, someone stepped forward and pinched Qing Lang's throat.

There was a lot of revelry, feasting and feasting, and the noisy music hid the soft sound of a broken neck.

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Qing Lang and A Biao are both dead.

Xu Zhi personally gave the order, because they shouldn't...shouldn't mess with that monster...

A middle-aged man with a bloated body and a mink coat was standing in front of the glass window of the VIP room, turning the black beads in his fat hand.

The 'Star-Reaching Buddha' lives up to his name. He is a middle-aged man with a leopard-like head and ringed eyes. There are nine ring scars on his shiny forehead, and he also wears expensive gemstone rings as expensive as stars on each finger.

Soon, he found the colorful Hei Die among the crowd in front of the ring, and the ordinary-dressed young man next to Hei Die.

However, Buddha's face did not look very good at this time. It was obviously a cool environment, but Xu Zhi looked pale at this moment, sweating profusely, and trembling all over.

"Found him?"

A feminine voice sounded behind Buddha. Xu Zhi's body trembled. He slowly turned his head and found that the feminine man in the mural was waiting for his answer.

"I found... I found it..."

Buddha's mouth only felt bitter. He naturally knew what kind of existence he was facing at this moment.

Six seats in the Utopia, one of the founders of the paradise setting, a man whose deep artistic painting skills are close to those of a god.

Gu Tianzong.

"I have some disputes with him. You go and call him over. I'll wait for him in the painting." The feminine man ordered.

"Hey, hey, hey...Brother Gu, Boss Bai is my partner, why can't I just scream? You have to give me some face, right?"

Buddha's personal terminal flashed brightly, and the young man wearing sunglasses on the other side of the screen immediately made a voice of dissatisfaction.

This one is even more of a fucking heavyweight...

The first nine seats in the Utopia, the weigher of human principles, the legendary ancient dragon that sits on a mountain of countless treasures.

The text is in words.

In front of these two giants, the Star-catching Buddha, who used to be the master of the underground world, was now like a pitiful and humble pug, and Xu Zhi didn't even dare to breathe.

"Bai Yue has destroyed two of my paintings, Balance. I must settle this account with him."

Teacher Gu narrowed his eyes.

"Isn't it just two foundations? Why don't I pay you compensation? Besides, Xu Zhi is my dog. In my territory, what you say may not count."

Lao Wen smiled.

"He still has the inspiration I left in his body. You can't stop me, Balance."

"Huh? Are you sure your inspiration wasn't meat buns beating dogs? He was a monster you dug out from the depths with your own hands!"

"..."

Gu Tianzong was silent for a moment,

"At least I can sense something based on the color in his body..."

The painter said coldly: "You are using that monster that is not afraid of pollution to move the 'Edorado that never sleeps'. Your hand is too long, the balance."

(End of this chapter)