I'm Opening a Restaurant in Collapse

"The whereabouts of the boss can't be exposed so lightly, there is definitely a ghost in the middle, this is an organized beheading operation!"

As soon as it made a sound, it was as if a drop of water was thrown into the oil pan and it exploded.

"There is a traitor among us!"

"Who is the inner ghost?"

"Find the inner ghost and shoot it a hundred times!"

"..."

Aoba looked around, saw the angry expressions of the members of the organization, and coughed lightly.

"I'm an insider."

He opened his mouth softly, and the table was suddenly silent.

"I leaked his whereabouts. Now, I want to inherit the gang left by my brother. Who supports? Who opposes?"

Chapter 216: Scary High School Students

This is the place of prayer.

All those who entered the venue were strictly searched to ensure that there were no weapons in the room. Any weapon was a blasphemy to mourning, so when Aoba said those words, everyone's reaction could be seen.

It's true.

As he expected, the gang was divided into two factions, and the beast-like leader made some people terrified, and some people felt their blood boil.

In this world, after all, normal people are the majority, and war madness is not the mainstream.

Of the twelve cadres, three stood up.

"Is it just you?"

Aoba scratched his head with his left hand that was not covered in plaster: "If anyone doesn't stand up at this time, I will look down on you."

He waited for a while, felt the quiet atmosphere at the scene, and smiled slightly.

"No need to be so serious..."

Before he finished speaking, three gunshots sounded like thunder.

The plaster was broken layer by layer, and light gray debris fell on the carpet, revealing the true content below. It was a sawn-off large-caliber revolver. Due to the impact, Aoba's fingers were dripping with blood.

"Okay, it's gone now, let's discuss the inheritance issue."

He threw the gun on the table, and wiped his hands on the white tablecloth, the traces of blood were all visible, and the green leaves were not bandaged.

He'll settle the commotion in minutes.

"I'm very puzzled. Humans do the work of humans. Why introduce monsters? My brother is an idiot, and so are you?"

There was silence on the dining table, and only Aoba was counting down the sins of everyone.

"In addition, it is a huge misunderstanding to say that I am an inner ghost. The whole thing was planned and implemented by me, and I should personally take away the power that belongs to me. Since he started injecting medicine, I started own plan."

"..."

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Zhao Bai sat at the door. After all, it was a family mourning meeting. Not only did he go there, but he felt bad for himself.

Three shots were fired.

The guard in the black suit touched his waist, Zhao Bai was a little confused and yawned boredly.

The afternoon sun always feels very quiet.

Those sneaky movements stopped instantly, they didn't even dare to let out the air, and seemed to feel fear.

Noticing this, Zhao Bai was stunned.

Is this taking him as a thug?

Zhao Bai is just waiting for the result. After Qingye regains his power, he will collect all the dangerous medicines and destroy them. After cleaning up all this mess, he will go to Tianqiong City to hang up the production source and beat him.

Probably a grey snake.

Although he didn't know the inside story, Zhao Bai felt that anything that happened in Tianqiong City should have something to do with Grey Snake.

"What are you recording?"

Zhao Bai tilted his head to look at the cup snake. It was obviously his independent action, but the child could always climb out of the grass and follow him inseparably, recording everything Zhao Bai had done.

"Three shots fired, and the human struggle kicked off."

Cup Snake didn't look up and replied, "And the great Boss Zhao is just a bystander."

Zhao Bai felt that it would be boring to ask again, and shook his head helplessly. He wanted to know why Cup Snake could find the location of the big news every time, but after thinking about it, it was probably the intuition of Dongfang reporters.

The door slid open silently.

Aoba was carrying a bucket of ice and put his right hand in the ice bucket, the blood-stained golden champagne glass, and he sat next to Zhao Bai in a rare sight.

"Actually, I don't understand why people in the gang are so ink."

Zhao Bai shook his head, feeling that he was all a student, and that he had lived like a dog for a long time.