In the hotel, Wei Ren, who had not had a good sleep due to a thunderbolt, drank sleeping tea, smoked, and watched TV series with no nutritional value on the TV. Suddenly the phone on the table rang.

"Say!" Wei Ren said calmly after answering the phone.

"Da Wei, they are going to run away!"

"Can you run?" Wei Ren immediately raised his eyebrows and asked with a shout.

The old man, who was wet in the bathroom, ran out a few steps and stood in front of Wei Ren and looked at him.

"Old Wei?" the old man asked Wei Ren softly.

Wei Ren waved his hand and asked Feizi, "How to solve it?"

Fei Zi's lips on the other end of the phone squirmed for a while and said, "Die!"

"Die? All the fuck is dead?" Wei Ren exclaimed and sat up from the sofa, shouting with his eyes wide open.

"Well, if you have to do it, you have to do it. After doing it, you will all die!" Feizi said helplessly.

When Wei Ren knew that it was not the pretentious words now, he said directly, "It is best to be the kind that people discover!"

"knew!"

"I'll hide it when I'm done. I won't use you anymore!" Wei Ren hung up the phone after saying that, and then threw the phone aside in annoyance.

Feizi put away the phone number and stood there without moving...

After Shunzi and Lao Qiao came over and looked at Feizi like this, Shunzi smiled and asked, "Aren't you just killing a few people? Isn't it too late to scold you?"

"You might know this thing about Dawei's pussy? When you are fine, you treat you as a brother, and if you have any trouble, you are a child. What's the point of saying that Feizi?" Old Qiao asked Feizi with a bald look.

Feizi turned around and looked at two colleagues who were together day and night and said, "Buried!"

"Buried? That's that simple?" Old Qiao asked a little bit.

"Then you still have three days to wait for them to have funeral? Are you sick? Are you going to make a banner or are you crying at dad?" Feizi said to Lao Qiao in anger and left.

Early the next morning, the man got up and found that his little brother had bought breakfast.

"Brother, the heavy rain yesterday made the air outside much fresher. Don't you go out for a walk?" the young man asked with a smile.

"I'm not in the mood!" The first thing the man did after getting off the floor in slippers was to pick up the remote control and turn on the TV.

"After a heavy rain last night, several male corpses appeared..."

The young man who was eating wontons looked up at the shaking camera in the news and said, "Brother, what are you doing this early in the morning? Can you eat this thing?"

Unexpectedly, the man seemed to have never heard the young man's words, and he stared motionlessly at the camera on the TV.

The young man suddenly felt something was wrong and stood up and watched the TV for a while and then shouted, "Brother..."

"Ah? It's okay! It's okay... let's eat!" The man came to his senses and sat on the edge of the table, reached out to grab the chopsticks and started eating.

After the meal, the man felt that his mind and mind were covered in slurry. After saying a simple word to the young man, he went out for a walk.

In a hidden location on the corner of the street, the man took out his phone and dialed a mobile phone number.

"Why?"

"Didn't you say that something can't happen? Why is it apart from such a big thing?" the man asked to the phone in a cold tone.

"I said I don't know if you believe it?" The person on the other end of the phone suddenly asked in a panic.

"What do you think?" the man asked gritted his teeth.

"This matter..."

"Since I've come, I can't ignore this matter. I don't know who is the dead? I only know what I've come for, so don't stop me in this matter. I'm calling you not to help me. The world is in the world. Since everyone is standing on the opposite side for no reason, there is no need to hide it. In the situation of the four eastern provinces, if anyone dares to bare his teeth, I will definitely be fine. But I can definitely let them remember me..." After the man said that, he hung up the phone.

"Hey? Fuck you..." The person on the other end of the phone nervously fed the phone a few words, then put it down helplessly, and then gritted his teeth and didn't know what to say.

After the man made the phone call, he immediately walked onto the street and waved to a car.

"Where are you going?" the driver asked the man with a smile.

"Sita's cold noodles, go all the salty mouth!" The man sat in the passenger seat and lowered his head and fiddled with his cell phone casually.

"It's OK, the cold noodles in Sita..." The driver smiled and drove away.

More than ten minutes later, the man walked into the Sita cold noodles that were famous in Shenyang for many years. After ordering a bowl of salty cold noodles, he ordered two bottles of beer and four side dishes. He sat alone in the corner and started eating.

After drinking a bottle of beer, the man had a bit of a self-drinking effect. After eating for nearly forty minutes, a Jetta was stopped at the door of the cold noodle tube. Then a man with sunglasses and a floral shirt walked in. After sweeping around, the man saw the man sitting in the corner at a glance, and then walked over with a smile.

"Is it delicious?" The man who permed his head and sat down with a smile and pointed at the cold face in front of the man and said.

"Our house is sweet and sour, salty..." The man said with a toothpick in his mouth.

"Why are you so anxious to ask for something?" The man insulated hair said, taking off the sunglasses from his face, then reached out to take out a box of Greater China and handed it to the man. The man insulated hair had a long scar on the edge of his eyes that penetrated across the back of his head, which was shocking to see.

The man took the cigarette and lit it, then lit it, then lit it with a sip of smoke and said, "Someone has sent me a problem, so I'm looking for something to ask you for. Have you ever tried it?"

The man who permed his head felt meaningless and said, "It's nonsense? I owe you something to you... Isn't that what are you doing here?"

"Don't ask so much, have you brought things?" the man asked, looking at a big travel bag thrown under the feet of the permed man.

"It's all here, Tiezi, tell me the truth..."

"Tell me, get out!" The man stretched out his feet and stepped on the travel bag from under the table, then hooked it back to his feet.

When the man had already permed his hair, two people followed him into the cold noodle shop, but the two of them sat far away without moving. After seeing the man's movement, they all stood up and reached out to their arms.

"Hey?" The man who permed his head turned his head and looked at his two brothers and shouted, then turned around and looked at the man and said, "Iron Zi, that's all I can help you!"

"Yes!" The man nodded and looked at the perm man indifferently.

"Okay, then I'll leave!" The perming man said, then stood up and picked up his sunglasses and put them on again. Then he put his index and middle fingers together and then stroked his scars, then turned around and left.

The man suddenly grinned as he looked at the man who permed his head, and then opened his mouth and shouted, "Presbyterian!"

"Ah?" The man who permed his head turned around and looked at the man for a moment.

"Thank you!" the man said with a smile.

"Fuck... I have a call!" The man who permed the hair on the old man also grinned, then turned around and quickly took the people away from the cold noodle shop.

Waiting for the car to come to pick up his hair on the street, the man who was smoking a cigarette and looking in the distance. At this time, a little brother asked with some understanding, "Brother, these things are worth a lot of money. You said if you go back..."

"It's okay, I'll pay it myself!" Old Hua said openly.

"No, I think he doesn't seem to be anything special, why is it so bad?" Another little brother asked in dissatisfaction.
Chapter completed!