"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."

Scargou couldn't help but take a few breaths of cold air in pain. His breathing gradually became faster. He raised his head and looked 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?"

"That meal is called Qingdan."

"My mouth almost tastes 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 a cigarette again, and put it into Scar Dog's mouth.

"Good guy."

Scargou took the cigarette tremblingly, without smoking it. He just held it between his two fingers, looked at the setting sun 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 nothing more.

"I was just thinking..."

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

"Why don't we have any?"

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

"I also want to be a rich man."

"I also want to try the chicken-wrapped wings that cost nearly 10,000 yuan. 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 grin 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 that we, like nouveau riche, were sitting in a private room. Every time we took a bite of food, we would curse, what kind of bad food is this? It almost smells like urine from 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 before."

"no."

Chen Jiang couldn't help but shook his head and laughed: "Don't you like to eat lion heads? I see you ate several of them, each costing several hundred yuan."

"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."

"That meal made me feel distressed for several days."

"Hey."

Scargou also laughed, his breathing gradually weakened, and his body even swayed a little unsteadily as he looked at the setting sun: "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 a humble existence while looking at other people's looks."

"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 worth nearly ten thousand yuan, which are as tasteless as the food!"

"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 others who die, 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 earlier, 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.

That is why, 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 his head.

"Fortunately, I am a human player."

After Scargo took another greedy deep breath from the cigarette in his hand, he felt the rapid passage of life in his body and the severe headache that spread throughout 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 top of his head, deep in his brain.

Then breathing suddenly stopped.

The body hit the ground hard.

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 go to support the corpse of the scarred dog. He just sat quietly, holding the rifle in his arms, waiting for the resurrection of those people.

By 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.

What you eat is not the taste.

But that...\bThe scenery that I have always longed for when I was in the 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——
Chapter completed!