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Chapter 23 If it doesn't work, just give yourself a stick of incense.

Um.

Chen Jiang glanced at the other injuries on Scar Dog's body, was silent for a while, sat on the dirt next to Scar Dog, looked at the corpses in front of him, and said casually.

It's okay, don't rush next time.

That...Brother Jiang.

Scardog couldn't help but take a few breaths of cold air in pain, his breathing gradually became faster, and he raised his head to look at the sunset not far away. He didn't know why, but he felt a little pain all over his body.

I couldn't help but want to divert my attention by talking.

Today in City 18, didn't we have a meal with the boss of the Lenglang Gang?

The food is light.

My mouth almost smells like bird.

Do you still remember that when we were on Blue Star, we worked as a waiter in a high-end restaurant selling Huaiyang cuisine?

Remember.

Chen Jiang nodded, lit another cigarette, and put it into Scargou's mouth.

Good guy.

Scargou took the cigarette tremblingly, without smoking it. He just held it between his two fingers, looked at the sunset in the distance, and murmured in a daze: The food sold in that restaurant is really expensive.

A lion's head can be sold for hundreds of dollars.

A chicken-wrapped wing can be sold for nearly 10,000 yuan.

I was thinking at the time, isn't it just a chicken-wrapped wing? How could something that cost just a few yuan on a street stall sell for so much? But later I found out that the chicken-wrapped wings were stuffed with shark's fins.

The private rooms are filled with upper-class people.

Everyone in a suit or tie didn't even take a few bites of the food on the table. Many people stood up one by one to toast.

And we can only stand aside and watch them quietly.

Brother Jiang, do you know what I was thinking at that time?

Know.

Chen Jiang looked at the cigarette ashes half a finger long in Scargou's hand and said no more.

That's what I thought at the time.

Scargou's voice became a little weak, and his breathing gradually became faster and he said in a daze: I was thinking at that time, what do these dogs do, and how do they have so much money?

Why don't we have one?

In the future, I will definitely have money and sit there instead of just standing around.

I also want to be a rich man.

I also want to try the nearly 10,000 yuan chicken wings. What does it taste like?

Is it really worth the money?

Later. Later, we brothers finally got rich.

When I get rich, the first thing you take me to do, Brother Jiang, is to go to that restaurant and order all the most expensive dishes.

Having said this, Scar Dog couldn't help but grinned a few times, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, turned his head to look at the sunset that was gradually darkening, and couldn't help but smile and said.

I remember this scene very clearly.

I remember us, like nouveau riche, sitting in a private room. Every time we took a bite of food, we had to curse, what kind of crappy food it was. It almost smelled like urine in my mouth.

“Huaiyang food is really terrible.”

There's not a single dish that I like to eat, especially the chicken-wrapped wings that cost nearly 10,000 yuan. I don't like to eat them either.

But I still remember how I felt at that time.

I finally sat in that position that I had been looking up to.

no.

Chen Jiang couldn't help but shook his head and laughed: Don't you like to eat lion heads? I see you have eaten several of them. They cost a few hundred yuan each.

I was just starting my business at that time, and I didn't have much money in total. You cost me more than 10,000 yuan in one meal.

I felt distressed about that meal for several days.

Hey.

Scargou also laughed, his breathing gradually weakened, and his body even swayed a little unsteadily, looking at the sunset that was gradually setting: Brother Jiang, you know.

I'm afraid of death, but I'm even more afraid of poverty.

I've had enough of living my life just to live in an ignoble way while looking at others.

Whether it's on Blue Star or in this world.

I, Scar Dog, don't want to live as humble as an ant.

I even want to sit at that table, like a nouveau riche, arbitrarily commenting on the dishes that cost nearly ten thousand yuan, as if they were tasteless and extremely unpalatable!

I could die for this.

ok, ok, I got it.

As if coaxing a child, Chen Jiang lit a cigarette for Scar Dog again and brought it to his mouth: When have I ever let you down, no matter where I am, in Blue Star, or in this world.

We will eventually sit in that seat and comment on every dish without restraint.

It will always be someone else who dies, not us.

No more smoking

Scargou took the cigarette, held it between his fingers, waved his hand with a wry smile: By the way, Brother Jiang, why didn't you tell me just now? My head was blown off.

If I had known better, I wouldn't have used that capsule. It was our last capsule. It was a waste.

When I saw it, you had already used it.

Chen Jiang glanced at the horrific wound on the scarred dog's head, his expression calm and he didn't say much.

Scar Dog's forehead has disappeared. The entire head and the upper part of the eyes were obviously blasted off by a large-caliber firearm, including the skull.

You can even clearly see with the naked eye the hot brain fluid flowing under the skull.

When a person is in severe pain, adrenaline will surge, making the person unable to feel the pain.

For this reason, at first, Scar Dog thought he had been shot in the calf, but he did not know that half of his head had been blown off.

Without knowing that he was seriously injured, Scar Dog actually persisted for so long. He didn't realize it until the adrenaline expired and severe pain hit the top of his head.

Fortunately, I am a human player.

After scargou took another greedy deep breath of the cigarette in his hand, he felt the rapid passage of life in his body and a severe headache all over his body.

After taking a deep breath, he suddenly grinned.

I don't know if this racial talent is useful, but those people haven't been resurrected yet.

If it doesn't work.

Then give yourself a stick of incense.

The next second——

Scar Dog suddenly raised the cigarette in his hand and inserted it straight into the depths of his brain.

Then breathing suddenly stopped.

The body hit the ground heavily.

The scarlet cigarette butt also fell into the pool of blood and was completely extinguished.

madman.

Chen Jiang shook his head calmly and did not help the scarred dog's body. He just sat quietly, holding the rifle in his arms, waiting for the resurrection of those people.

At this time, the sunset had gradually set.

I could vaguely see the horizon and a hint of dusk, but I couldn't see the sun.

In a daze, he actually remembered that Huaiyang cuisine.

Scar Dog hates Huaiyang cuisine, but he always likes to eat Huaiyang cuisine.

It’s not about the taste.

But it is the scenery that I have always longed for when I was at a trough.

A breeze came.

Chen Jiang sat among a pile of corpses with a calm expression, waiting patiently.

He has always been very patient.

And at this moment——

He suddenly saw a corpse, just under his nose, slowly becoming illusory, and then completely disappearing from the place.