Refusing to join the underworld: the days of fighting against bad boys

"Second brother, you can do what you say." Zhang Yujie said, "You can do things that require brains."

Zhou Ming pondered for a while, and then said: "You put some wine, not too much, just don't arouse Honglian's suspicion. Then let's go down the mountain... It's better to use other kinds of wine, otherwise you have to come back again!"

"Okay." Zhang Yujie filled the wine gourd, and the two went down the mountain overnight.On the way, Zhou Ming caught one of Honglian's subordinates who was alone, and told him to pass on a message: Be safe and don't be impatient, and Bai Wen will be released immediately.

After descending the mountain, Zhou Ming sent out a signal, and Yintang sent someone to pick him up.Honglian's people originally followed, but they lost it again at some point. Zhou Ming and Zhang Yujie once again disappeared within their monitoring range.

Back in the courtyard where Lao Song lived in Yintang, Zhou Ming immediately ordered to go down to buy wine, all kinds of wine, expensive and cheap, white wine, beer, red wine, sake, rice wine, and a lot of them.Lao Song didn't ask what they were used for, and Zhou Ming didn't tell him either.After these things were done, Zhang Yujie was given an empty room, where he could concentrate on practicing Zui Quan. [

With the essence of Drunken Fist copied from the coffin, I believe Zhang Yujie will be able to use it as he pleases soon.

After dealing with Zhang Yujie's matter, Zhou Ming didn't take a rest, and called Lao Song again and asked, "How is he?"

"Very cooperative." Lao Song said: "He seems to know that we won't do anything to him, so he's not nervous at all. Instead, he smiles at everyone, eats, drinks, and sleeps."

"Okay, I'll meet him." After Zhou Ming finished speaking, Lao Song took him out.

As soon as he stepped out of the gate, Lao Song took out a piece of black cloth and said, "Master, I'm very sorry, even you can't know where Bai Wen is hiding, because it involves the tracking and hiding secretary of our hidden hall."

"It should." Zhou Ming didn't feel disrespected. He took the black cloth and covered his eyes.

Lao Song glanced at Zhou Ming. He thought it would take a lot of talking, but he didn't expect it to go so smoothly. He naturally admired and admired the young hall master even more in his heart.However, he is not a person who can express his emotions, so he didn't speak, but took Zhou Ming directly on the road.

Zhou Ming felt that he was sitting on a rickshaw with curtains covering all sides. The road was sometimes rough, sometimes unimpeded, sometimes full of night market noise, sometimes filled with the smell of seafood, and sometimes quiet.