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439 Chapter 439: Make them look good
None of them spoke because it was indeed true.

As long as anyone in their band is replaced, it will not be X.zero.

Xu Baichuan thought about it for a while, and still insisted on going on stage: "In two days, my hands should be scabbed, and I will wear a pair of gloves by then, it's totally fine!"

Can't expose the wound, it will scare the audience.

Then he puts on the glove and plays, and he should be fine.

Feng Cheng didn't even look at him again, he just asked him to shut up: "Stay away, you don't need to worry about this matter."

Xu Bochuan: "..."

This doesn't work, and that doesn't work either.

But what can I do?
Unable to think of a perfect solution, the atmosphere suddenly became a little dignified.

Feng Cheng sat there thoughtfully, with long legs, parted wantonly, and pursed his lips: "My ace, it's time to make an appearance."

The three looked at him at the same time.

Xu Shengxiang was puzzled: "Ace, do we still have ace?"

She doesn't remember.

Could it be...he wants to reveal his identity?
Thinking of this possibility, Xu Shengxiang's eyes lit up.

Feng Cheng stared at her for a moment, and gently stroked her chin with his knuckle fingers: "Aren't you the trump card?"

Xu Shengxiang's eyelashes trembled slightly: "Me?"

Xu Bochuan snapped his fingers, and was a little surprised: "What do you mean?"

Feng Cheng laughed silently: "I want them to look good."
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It was late at night and the temperature was a little low.

The truck drove out of Nanya Island, and the people sitting in the passenger seat were the two unloading workers who were in the camp just now.

Driving the van to a secluded suburb, they got out of the car, and there was a car with high beams on in the distance.

The two looked at each other and walked over.

The man stood by the car door and stubbed out his cigarette: "Is everything done?"

One of them replied hesitantly: "It should be considered done."

The man looked a little displeased: "What is supposed?"

Seemingly aware of his bad tone, one of the workers immediately explained: "You said that it doesn't matter who the member is, we stayed downstairs and aimed at the keyboard player, obviously aiming at his, But he stopped somehow, and the thing just missed."

The man became a little impatient, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, crushed it out with his feet, and said in a cold voice, "Then what do you mean, that you didn't succeed?"

Another person went on to reply: "It can be regarded as a success, because the man's hand was scalded, and a cup of boiling hot water seems to be quite serious, so he should not be able to go on stage."

Can't get on stage?

The process is not important, as long as the result is not bad!
Hearing this, the man finally relaxed his brows, a little satisfied, and threw the two stacks of money in his pocket over: "Shut your mouth tightly, don't dare to leak the wind, be careful that you can't eat and walk around."

The two workers took the money and nodded eagerly: "Yes, yes, we will definitely rot this matter in our stomachs, don't worry!"

"Well, let's go."

The two workers took the money and left without looking back.

There was the sound of a truck starting in the distance, and the truck quickly disappeared into the night.

The man pulled out his cell phone and broadcast a call.

The other end of the phone was answered quickly, and a man's voice rang out: "Is it done?"

"Don't worry, it's done, this time the performance stage, X.zero's keyboard player will definitely not be on stage!"

In the dormitory, Su Sheng poured himself a glass of red wine: "It's beautiful."

(End of this chapter)