Ancient Wu killer mixed city

"What should I do?" The elegant man who stood with Sister Hua yesterday sat on the desk and looked at the classroom full of people.

"It's a bit late to act now." Another boy with half a bookmark in his hand flipped through "The Gospel of Matthew" without lifting his eyelids.

"Is Jiulong Hall really gone like this?" A young man with a younger generation leaned against the corner and muttered.

"At least, they can't stand up now." A voice came from a distance, as if very tired.

"Even Yao Jing didn't dodge, it's really surprising." He stretched his waist and said again.

"Yes." Flipping the sign in his mouth, he looked at the boss in front of him, "Shall we do it?"

"What's Xiaohua's attitude?" The person on the podium rubbed his temples, his face full of reluctance.

"The person we put in said it was quite ambiguous." An unfamiliar voice appeared for the first time.

"If you want to do it, you have to do it as soon as possible. In a few days, their vitality will recover, and I'm afraid it will become more and more difficult. Soldiers are precious, and the timing waits for no one." He took off the bookmark and looked at the golden one on it. Only Fenghuang said, "Besides, we don't even know what he is going to do." [

"Whether the school will pretend to ignore it, the rumors are getting tighter now." The kid leaning against the corner yawned.

"Must be at school, pig." He threw a thick bible on the table with a bang. "What he does on others, can't we sit on him?"

"Anyone?" The boss looked at him with great interest.

"No money?" He leaned back on the chair.

Haha, everyone laughed.

"Lu Yu, Qi Wen, Wang Xin, Zhang Kai." Uncle Gui flipped through these photos with a sad expression. "How much are you willing to pay?"

"Twenty thousand." The bookmark was still clamped in the young man's hand.

"I can't do it." Uncle Ghost shook his head, the one named Lu Yu was not easy.

"Then how much do you want?"

"I can't do it." Uncle Gui smiled bitterly, "If you really want to do this, go find someone from Han Ling."

The young man shrugged, "They only kill people, they don't know how to do things."

Do you really think that a killer with tens of thousands of dollars can accept him?The old man pointed to Lu Yu's photo, this person is extraordinary.

oh?Young people are noncommittal.

Uncle Ghost was a little annoyed by his arrogant attitude, "Have you ever seen a hand that can't even see fingerprints?" Uncle Ghost said as he raised his hand and shook it in front of the man. His thumb, index finger and middle finger were all waxy yellow. , finger belly as full as a bead, "The unique skill of six-finger eagle claw strength, there is no way to enter the room without seven or eight years."

"Martial arts?" The young man shook his head and smiled, "No matter how skilled you are, you are still afraid of kitchen knives." [

"Stupid." Uncle Ghost didn't intend to save face for him.

"Is it really that difficult?" The young man almost choked on this sentence, and said seriously.

It's hard to say, Uncle Ghost smiled sinisterly, "You guys won't be able to solve this man, ask Master Qiao Wu to find a master."

"The fifth master is so busy, how can you be ashamed?"

"You're sorry, you can ask Xiaohua to look for it, isn't there one beside her?"

"Her? Our boss said that this girl has a problem with that kid. According to insiders, she has a special liking for that Lu Yu, and she almost threw herself into her arms. You asked her to mess with that kid, not meat Is the bun beating the dog?"

"Isn't it!?" Uncle Gui took off his reading glasses as soon as he put them on.

"I don't understand what's the matter. It's good to be handsome." He straightened his tie in the mirror at the counter, as if he was quite satisfied.

"Then, I can't help it. If you want to hire a killer, you can come to me. If you hire a killer, I'd advise you not to waste your money." The old man pursed his lips and stopped looking at him.

"Uncle Ghost, do you know what Erye Wen's attitude is?" The young man bent down and looked at Uncle Ghost's raspy face.

"What's wrong?" Uncle Gui was thinking about developing some new cuisines with his glasses on.

"Yao Jing is in the hospital..."

"That matter is out of your control," the old man said coldly, and leaned closer to him again, "The person who did it may be Brother Hu's people."

The young man suddenly stood up, as if he was really stimulated, "Brother Hu came out?"

"That's not true." Uncle Ghost turned around and gave him a contemptuous glance, "Do you know Kingdie?"

The young man shook his head.

"Forget it then." Uncle Gui didn't want to talk to him again.

"Uncle Ghost, are you scared?"

"Stop playing with me like this!" The old man smiled self-consciously, "You are still young, I am old and I am going to retire, and I want to keep this arm and leg to spend my old age." He thought about the whole shoulder being stabbed. Lao Zhang, who was dressed in clothes, shook his head and sighed, "In our line of business, it's a blessing to have a good death."

"So, you just refuse to help." The young man put the bookmark in his jacket pocket, looking at Uncle Ghost's withered hands.

"It's not that I don't help, it's that I can't help at all." The old man was a little impatient, and threw the recipe on the table, "You guys stop!"

"What are you kidding!" He was a little annoyed, "We have worked so hard for so long, it's easy for you to say!" He turned around and slammed the door out.

"Young man." Uncle Gui muttered, "Let's wait and see."

"Uncle Gui, brother Sang Biao wants to treat you to dinner." A guy shouted while holding the phone.

"No time." The old man said angrily.

"He put you on the phone."

"Just say I'm not here."

"Uncle Ghost said he wasn't here."

The old man stared, picked up the slippers on his feet and threw them over.

The guy bowed his head and flashed, smiled, and said to the phone, "Brother Biao, you'd better come here yourself, the old man is getting angry, um, okay, goodbye Brother Biao."

After the phone call, the guy behind the counter brought over the slippers tactfully. He sat across from Uncle Ghost with a big smile on his face, grinning shamelessly. "Old man, who is King Die?"

"If you know too much, just wait to be silenced." The old man picked up a large teapot made of purple sand, and walked towards the back room with his hands behind his back. "Work hard for me, be careful I will deduct your wages"