Such people are really not in charge of the company and don’t know that the firewood and rice are expensive and easy to make money. Isn’t that a good thing?

Jia Simiao glared at Lei Ting and hummed, "Simple? Then what else do you want? Or, you go over and destroy the Seven Star Gang?"

"Okay, I think this is OK."

"I think it's better to beat you up."

"Uh, boss, I'm very pure."

Jia Simiao kicked him aside, comparing pure as me? This is obviously a pity.

Monk Hu, Han Fu, Wang Xiao and others also came over and shouted: "Mr. Jia (Sir Jia), you have all done it."

Jia Simiao smiled and said, "Let's go, leave the rest to the Qixing Gang, let's collect the money."

They walked out and met Shi Yanyan, Yu Chun, Zheng Guofeng, Park Xiulin and others. They chatted and laughed, and then went to find Jin Dazhong and Song Jiacheng. Zheng Guofeng, Park Xiulin and others stared at Jia Simiao, Monk Hu and others and looked at them again and again, asking, "Jia Simiao, will you finish your work so soon?"

"Fast? It's a little slower than what I expected."

"Okay, stop talking about these things, it's a good thing to get money."

Zheng Guofeng was very happy. He, his wife, and one-year-old child could receive 30,000 US dollars. This is not a small amount for anyone.

Walking forward like this, Park Soo-lin whispered: "Jia Si Miao, I... can I ask you a question?"

"What's wrong? Just ask."

"How many people did you kill just now?"

"Are you talking about Vietnamese monkeys? There are about fifty or so?"

"Ah? More than fifty..." Park Soo-lin almost screamed in fear. She quickly covered her mouth and said nervously: "All fifty people are all dead?"

Jia Simiao said lightly: "This is a very normal thing. If they don't die, I don't know how many people they will be. We are just practicing the law for heaven."

Doing the way for heaven? This word is good, and Park Soo-lin suddenly felt much more calm.

Song Jiacheng, Jin Dazhong, Jin Zhenyu and others were still looking inside at the entrance of McClone Supermarket. When they saw Jia Si Miao and others coming, they were stunned.

Jin Dazhong asked, "Mr. Jia, what's wrong? Is something wrong?"

"No, what's wrong?"

"Then are you not enough staff? I know that there are about fifty people on the other side. If you guys go there, you will definitely seem to be willing but not able to do it..."

"Uh, your Seven Star Gang has always won by more?"

"Yes."

Jin Dazhong smiled and said, "If there are ten people on the other side, we will go twenty. If there are twenty people on the other side, we will go fifty. This way we can have an absolute advantage."

What is this logic? Are there many Koreans? Jia Simiao lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth, and said lightly: "Has the offensive been launched in the supermarket?"

Song Jiacheng shook his head and said, "No... Mr. Jia, didn't you go to sneak attack the warehouse? If there is any problem, just say it."

Jia Simiao said: "There is no problem, and the people in the warehouse have already settled it."

"Fix...ah? What did you... say?"

Song Jiacheng and Jin Dazhong were shocked. They knew the fierceness of the Vietnamese gang. How could they kill Jia Si Miao and others so quickly? This is not a myth.

Jia Simiao waved his hand: "Is it necessary to lie to you in this kind of thing? Mr. Song, please send someone over here and clean the scene. Oh, by the way, it will be not easy for these people to pay their lives like this."

It seems that this is true.

Song Jiacheng was overjoyed. On the one hand, he asked someone to clean the scene, and on the other hand, he asked someone to quickly bring the suitcase. Kak! The suitcases were opened one by one, and there were piles of US dollars. Are Korean won useful? Or US dollars, it is popular internationally. Everyone has a stack of people, and these people have taken the team and are happy with the money.

It is true that having money can make the ghost push the mill, and having money can make the beauty take off her clothes. Jia Simiao glanced at Park Xiulin. What would she do if she asked her to take off her clothes? Jia Simiao felt a pair of cold eyes staring at him, making him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles.

I forgot that I belonged to Ye Qingzhu tonight.

Alas, there is nothing we can do about men who are handsome and charming, and they have been booked a date long ago.

At this moment, Jia Simiao asked Li Ergouzi and Wang Xiao, as well as the brothers from Siyu Club to escort Zheng Guofeng, Park Xiulin and others back. This kind of occasion was not very suitable for them. Those who followed Jia Simiao were Ye Qingzhu, Wu Ameng, Lei Ting, Monk Hu and Han Fu.

Jia Simiao said: "Mr. Song, what are you waiting for? Is it almost done?"

"No hurry, we are waiting for the opportunity."

"Opportunity? What opportunity?"

"A chance to kill the Vietnamese gang members in one fell swoop and not leave any clues."

Suddenly, the entire McClone supermarket was in the dark. Is there a power outage? Then, a sound came from the supermarket, another scream, and then a crackling sound. This lasted for about twenty minutes, and finally became quiet.

A group of people ran out of the supermarket, and these people were mixed with people from the Seven Star Gang.

Bang! The lights were on, and more than a dozen people lay in the ground in the McClone Supermarket, some were stabbed, some were stabbed several times, and their bodies were covered with blood. This was definitely not a simple murder case! However, this was irrelevant to Song Jiacheng and Jin Dazhong.

Even if the police came over, investigated and found the Qixing Gang, they were not afraid. Because the police had no evidence, and it could not prove that the death of these people was really related to the Qixing Gang.

Song Jiacheng held a cigarette in his mouth and smiled slightly: "How is it? Mr. Jia, I am still pretty in this way?"

"Do you want to hear the truth or lies?"

"Uh... Of course it's the truth."

“It’s really beautiful, it’s simply impeccable.”

"real?"

Song Jiacheng laughed loudly, his mouth couldn't close.

Jia Simiao turned around and ran to the corner on the side, spitting hard. What's the thing? The art he thought was actually just taking off his pants and farting, which made people feel a little extravagant. Every Vietnamese gang member wore wireless headphones, pretending to be ordinary citizens, and scrambling to the supermarket. When the time is right, he will use the commands in the headphones to attack the Vietnamese gang members together? Then, he walked out of the crowd with a swagger, and didn't believe what the police could find.

The more you can’t see such a dark war, the more likely it is to leave any clues. Of course, this is the Vietnamese gang business and has nothing to do with Jia Simiao.

At this moment, he said goodbye to Song Jiacheng, Jin Dazhong, Jin Zhenyu and others, and the group returned to the embassy in South Korea.

Everyone got 10,000 US dollars, and they were all very excited. Zheng Xingguo even set up another table of wine and food, and ate and drank with Jia Simiao, Lei Ting and others. It was only in the early morning that it dispersed. Naturally, Jia Simiao walked into Ye Qingzhu's bedroom.

If you say, this woman really knows how to dress herself up. Once the emotions burst out like a tide, she will be like a different person. Now, she is lying on the bed, wrapped in a purple nightgown, one leg stretches out and one leg curls up slightly, making people's eyes unable to help but look inside along her thighs.

The lights are soft, and the shadows are so slim, which makes people think a lot.

Jia Simiao rushed into the bathroom, took a hot shower, then fell on the sofa, and then fell asleep.

What is this to do? Ye Qingzhu stared at Jia Simiao and looked at it again and again. It was the first time she was planning this kind of small mood, or was she asking Yu Chun for advice. There was no way, Yu Chun, the monster, had long seen through the trick between her and Jia Simiao. In theory, she should be very tempting now. Why didn't he even look at it and went to bed?

This strong psychological gap made her feel very unhappy.

"Jia Simiao, are you really asleep?"

“…”

"Okay, you're looking for death."

Ye Qingzhu took out two daggers, and under the light, it seemed that the cold air was seeping in.

Suddenly, Jia Simiao turned around, hugged her, and smiled and said, "Baby, you have taken out a knife. Every time I kill me, kill me, suddenly I don't want to kill me, I'm not used to it..."

Who is this? Ye Qingzhu threw two daggers to the ground and bit his shoulder.

"Ah..." Jia Si Miao took a breath of air conditioning because of pain. Why? Do women like this? If you want to chew pig's trotters, he could buy some of them. There is no one on his shoulders. What's the use of gnawing like this?

Jia Simiao bent down and picked her up, threw her onto the bed, and asked, "Say, are there any knifes on her body?"

Ye Qingzhu closed her legs tightly and said coldly: "Do you have a knife? If you have a plant, come up."

“Go up, you must go up.”

Jia Simiao smiled and said, "Hurry up and spread your arms and legs, I want to check..."

"No."

"Don't give it? I see if you give it or not."

Jia Simiao rushed directly to her, it was like a thunder that moved the earth's fire. Ye Qingzhu moaned, hugged his body with both hands, and fell into that hysterical madness.

Once, twice, three times...

Ye Qingzhu was like an indefatigable little bee, greedily asking for it from him.

Finally, the two of them collapsed on the bed softly and weakly again.

Ye Qingzhu lay on his body, Jia Simiao gently stroked her pink back with his hands, and said softly: "Qingzhu, when will you go back to the treasure island?"

"You know I'm leaving?"
Chapter completed!