28. I want the leader! I want the leader, I want the leader, I want the leader (rolling around)
Dade lives up to his name, he is tall and strong, nearly two meters tall. It is a miracle that he is still wide and fat in a dungeon where most prisoners appear to be sallow and thin.
As Mr. Wrinkle's most loyal subordinate, Dade nodded, stood up and faced Mu Su alone.
Houtou, who knew everything, whispered to Mu Su about the origin of Da De, speculating in his mind.
I always feel that the person who comes here is evil. Could it be that the new boss has offended him...?
Chi Gui Ze was secretly happy. Could it be that an opportunity has come?
Da De walked up to Mu Su and the others, looked down at Mu Su with a sinister expression on his face: "Old Wrinkle calls you over...please."
But he thought that Wrinkle Lao asked him to be more polite, so he added a word temporarily. Although it sounded a bit strange... as long as the meaning was there.
As he spoke, he turned sideways so that Mu Su could see Wrinkle Lao surrounded by leaders not far away.
The skinny old man he saw yesterday nodded to him in a friendly manner.
Mu Su thought about it and felt that it was unlikely that he would be able to eat chicken if he became the leader, so he might as well continue to go there to eat and drink.
With this thought in his mind, he nodded without saying a word and motioned for the great master to lead the way.
As a group of people walked forward, the monkey head was extremely excited and kept saying excitedly: "Boss, you actually know Mr. Wrinkle!"
Chi Gui's face was even more ashen, wondering why he had offended such a guy, and why he was so blind...
When he got close, Wrinkle Lao's subordinates stood up one after another and stood behind him.
"Please sit down." Wrinkle Lao spread his palms and motioned for Mu Su to sit down.
Needless to say, Mu Su was already sitting there, staring at the roasted chicken with his dead eyes.
It’s not that he likes to eat roasted chicken. The main reason is that others can only eat stuff with thick nose and constipation, but he eats roasted chicken. This sense of superiority in status makes Mu Su intoxicated - this is why he eats roasted chicken.
Want dungeon battle.
Mu Su's newly recruited subordinates were not so calm. The leader behind Wrinkle Lao was at the same level as Mu Su for the last time. He even had more than a hundred subordinates and a fierce dragon who managed more than a dozen cells. They really didn't dare to approach him.
, could only stand in a huddle four or five meters away.
Only the monkey's head confirmed that Mu Su was the thigh. He stood behind Mu Su with his chest raised and his head raised, as if to protect him.
The two sides were confronting each other. This scene gradually attracted the attention of the surrounding prisoners, who secretly looked at him, especially the unfamiliar Mu Su.
He glanced at the monkey head with slight admiration, then looked at Mu Su with a frown, the smile on his face became wider, and he gently pushed the roast chicken on the table over: "Do you like it? This is for you."
"snort--"
Mu Su puffed out a puff of air from his nose, pulled down the corners of his mouth and pursed his lips, looking arrogant.
When a group of people thought that Mu Su would push down Wrinkle Lao's advances, he suddenly had sharp eyes and raised his right arm to form a sword!
The leaders thought that Mu Su was going to do something, and their bodies tensed up, but at this moment, Mu Su moved!
The knife in his hand made a sharp sound, and it hit the chest of the roasted chicken like an ax splitting a mountain. The fragile chicken breast couldn't withstand such gravity, and it immediately sunk, and the white interior and heat vented out from the depression.
Mu Su's upper body was seen standing still, only the hand knife was rapidly wreaking havoc. This greasy and cruel scene made the leader behind Wrinkle Lao narrow his eyes.
After half a minute, Mu Su let out a breath and stopped working.
Bang bang bang——
Mr. Wrinkle couldn't help but applaud softly: "What a skill with a knife, and quite like everyone else."
On the dinner plate, a whole roasted chicken had been torn into eight pieces, and some residual oil stains were splashed on the table.
All the leaders were talking about it, it was just knife skills, and it seemed that there would be no problem if they said so later.
What's going on? This kid is crazy, so why is the boss also crazy?
Mu Su maintained an inscrutable smile, but under the table that no one saw, the greasy palm hung down weakly, trembling slightly.
Chicken bones are a tough thing, so show off and show off... I don't know if there is an infirmary in the dungeon, so I can go there and lie down.
Even so, Mu Su was very satisfied with the shocked and stunned expressions of the leaders. He felt regretful that he could not speak. Otherwise, he would have said the last sentence: Did you see it? I was so cruel that I didn't even blink when I was dismembering the body with the knife.
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Putting down his palm, Mr. Wrinkle looked at Mu Su's subordinates with great interest: "They are very fast. They have already become the boss of the cell after only one day of seeing them."
"Um--"
Mu Su responded with a slight hum in her nose, picked up a piece of chicken butt with her left hand and handed it to the back of her head.
"Thank you, boss!"
The monkey head couldn't believe that he could actually get a reward. He touched the chicken's butt with his hands, swallowed the saliva and stuffed it into his mouth to chew. He cried while eating.
I really miss the chicken butt made by my mother...
The subordinates who dared not approach even a few meters away were all greedy for it. Even the chicken butt was a rare delicacy that was out of their reach.
The red ghost couldn't help but follow the opening and closing of the monkey head's mouth, as if he was the one eating the chicken's butt.
Mu Su's attitude made all the leaders dissatisfied. Dade showed anger on his face and said coldly: "We are always talking to you."
Mu Su, who could only communicate in specific ways, his eyes lit up and he said with a hint of doubt, "I don't understand what this means?"
"Are you pretending to be stupid, you bastard!"
Musu frowned slightly and said, "Do we really want to do this?"
"I don't know whether to live or die——"
A figure rushed out, but Wrinkle Lao raised his hand to stop him.
The man said unwillingly: "Boss, why don't you give him a lesson if he is so arrogant?"
The other leaders also looked angry.
Wrinkle Lao shook his head slightly, looked at Mu Su, leaned forward slightly and said, "You keep repeating these words...Did the dark wizard do something to you?"
Mu Su's pretended calmness disappeared in an instant, his eyes widened and he nodded hastily.
But no, Tomoko’s killer not only won’t let me take off my pants, but now I won’t even let him speak. He just sees that my life is too smooth! I’ll go to its computer room tomorrow to draw straight words!
Mu Su was deeply touched when a confidant suddenly appeared. In order to convince him, he quickly said three sentences that he knew: "I need help. I don't understand what this means. Do we really have to do this?"
The others were confused when they heard this, but Wrinkle Lao had a slight realization and asked him: "You mean you can only say these three sentences?"
Mu Su nodded hurriedly again.
"Do you think we are three-year-old children? Do you believe this?" The great man chuckled.
The raptor next to him, who was stronger than him but had more brains than him, laughed and said: "Have you forgotten that we were captured by some being? It's easy for wizards to do it. If you don't even think of this, you should change your nickname to Dasha."
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"What did you say!"
"Okay, stop arguing..." Wrinkle Lao said helplessly, and the two of them quickly stopped talking. He continued to say to Mu Su: "Okay, little friend, I just want to get to know you. We have a long way to go."
Is he seeing off guests?
Mu Su reacted, got up and left. After walking a short distance, he came back under the gaze of everyone, picked up the plate of hand-knife chicken and trotted away.
Until he and his men left completely, Dade couldn't help but asked in a low voice: "Boss, why are you so nice to this guy?"