"You mean I wronged you." The fat man's face turned the color of pig liver: "Many people have seen it. You are obviously cheating."
Several people nodded immediately: "That's right. It's just a surprise."
The fat black man is considered a tyrant in this pool hall. He has many subordinates and brothers. No matter what he says, someone must nod.
The sparring girls, who originally looked at Fang Han with admiration and admiration, immediately turned their faces away after hearing the fat man's words.
Fang Han took a puff of his cigar and blew out a smoke ring at the fat black man: "You look like you are a dirty guest."
"Dirty dead guest" is a Sichuan dialect. It refers to cheating and taking advantage. The fat man didn't understand: "What does it mean?"
"I mean you are cheating." Fang Han chuckled. His face suddenly turned cold: "Do you know who I am?"
"Who the hell do I care about you." The fat black man slapped the ball table and put on a fight posture: "Keep the money today. Nothing will happen to us. Otherwise..." ."
"Otherwise." Fang Hanhan smiled and interrupted Fatty Hei: "Tell you, don't play this trick with me. When you and I played this trick, there was no one like you in the world."
The fat black man smiled disdainfully. He was about to make a few digs at Fang Han when he realized that something was not right about the surrounding situation.
I don't know when. Some men in black suits came into the billiard hall. They stood close to the fat black man and a group of people. They all put their hands in their pockets and propped up a piece. They were obviously with someone.
Little bastards like Fatty Hei are sometimes very smart, because if they were not clever enough, they would have been destroyed by the big bastards. Almost immediately, Fatty Hei suddenly realized that the man in front of him was beyond his control. Started.
"I'm just kidding..." The fat black man showed a very ugly smile. He took out several thousand dollars from his pocket and piled them on the billiards bank: "I lost ten thousand to you. I won six to this little girl." Thousand. I should give you four thousand……..”
"Actually, I don't care about your money. What I really care about is face." Fang Han pointed to the pile of money disdainfully and asked Tongtong: "Are you willing to take it?"
"want."
"It's also good to buy some clothes."
"Girl, I don't need this little money either." Tongtong rushed over, grabbed the money and threw it at the fat black man's face.
With a "pop" sound, the banknotes scattered on the fat black man's face and fell to the ground. Although it hurt a little, the fat man felt very happy because he not only escaped a disaster, but also saved money. A sum of money.
"Let's go." Fang Han made a gesture of invitation coolly. He and Tongtong walked out of the billiard hall: "What should we do next."
"I...I want to go back." Tongtong looked around and found that the men in black disappeared as silently as when they came.
"Okay. I'll see you off." Fang Han was very graceful and took Tongtong back to Zhang's kitchen. Then he said, "Goodbye," and left.
From the beginning to the end, Fang Han did not do anything excessive and always behaved politely. What made Tongtong particularly embarrassed was that not only did he not get any information from Fang Han, but he actually made Fang Han wear his underwear backwards to act. Superman for once.
"This guy doesn't look like a thief who kills people for money and property..." Tongtong tilted his head and looked at Fang Han's back. He thought depressedly: "Is there any misunderstanding between him and Ling Cang?"
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Ever since he met Zhuge Qingxin, Dugu Yi came to Ling Cang whenever he had something to do. This kid didn't know how to beat around the bush when he talked. He immediately made Ling Cang realize what was on his mind.
"Let's be honest..." Ling Cang decided to speak openly. He looked at Dugu Yi with an expressionless face and asked, "Do you like Zhuge Qingxin?"
"This..." Dugu Yishi's face turned red: "Boss, are you kidding me? I have no other intentions towards her..."
"It's normal to be interesting. It's abnormal to be boring." Ling Cang spread his hands and said seriously: "Love between a man and a woman has been the right way in the world since ancient times. If you like someone, just confess it boldly."
"I didn't say I liked her..."
"Then I will introduce her to others." Ling Cang chuckled: "NP lacks everything. But he does not lack bachelors."
Dugu Yishi felt that people in NP were either old and scum like Carlo, or they were young and insignificant like Guo Xiaoyu. Although Bing Ling and his ilk were quite handsome, they could not compare with him, the heir to a reclusive family. .
However, the predecessor of NP is Delta. With the power of a large group of powerful people, it should not be difficult for one of the members to chase a girl. Dugu Yishi further thought that girls nowadays seem to like uncles. Carlo, Leng Han and others all have old-fashioned looks. Maybe they can really impress Zhuge Qingxin.
So Dugu Yishi said almost without thinking: "Don't. Don't. Don't..."
"Then you admit that you like her."
"I..." Dugu Yishi smiled sheepishly: "I think I have a good impression..."
"Then let go and pursue it boldly."
"How to pursue it?"
"Even if you don't confess your feelings, at least make an appointment to watch a movie or go shopping."
"It's too early." Dugu Yishi scratched his head: "After all, the two of us have only met once."
"What age is this? You still want to win over with a smile." Ling Cang snorted disdainfully: "If it had been someone else, they might have been turned upside down by now. You are still hesitating about whether to go or not. Confession."
Dugu Yishi didn't expect Ling Cang to say such words. He didn't know how to respond: "I...I..."
"If you don't talk about others, just talk about me, your boss..." Ling Cang spread his hands and spat, "Have fun, think about it, have a little sex..."
Ling Cang was about to continue instilling his own philosophy on life into Dugu Yishi when a slightly weird voice came over: "Hall Master Ling is indeed a man of temperament."
Ling Cang followed the voice and looked over. He found that it was Zhuge Qingxin: "When did you come?"
"Just now." Zhuge Qingxin's expression was even weirder than her voice. Although she didn't fully understand what Ling Cang meant, she could roughly guess what was going on. She had long heard that Ling Cang was very romantic. He had several school beauties as his girlfriends. Only after hearing these words today did he understand that Ling Cang was more than just a romantic. He was simply a gangster.
The door of the apartment was not closed. So when Zhuge Qingxin came in, Ling Cang didn't pay attention. He looked at the dumbfounded Dugu Yishi and then at Zhuge Qingxin who had a strange expression. Ling Cang slapped himself hard in his heart: " My stupid mouth."
After a while, Ling Cang began to understand why some people always call themselves Ling Bitch. I guess it's because his mouth is so bitchy. Last time he was bitchy, Shen Fanlei listened to it all. This time, he was bitchy again. Zhuge Qingxin heard this clearly.
However, Ling Cang was thick-skinned enough. He pretended to be nonchalant and said, "You came just in time. Something happened recently that made me feel the need to speed up the progress."
Zhuge Qingxin nodded: "If you are ready, you can start."
Dugu Yishi knew what the two of them were going to do. He sat aside and fiddled with his mobile phone.
Zhuge Qingxin didn't say anything else. He waited until he brought Ling Cang into the illusion and then said: "I'm glad you've made such rapid progress. Generally speaking, there are very few people who have the power of thought. There are also very few people who can develop the power of thought. Can There are even fewer people who have refined the art of illusion. Among these very few people, it is already very good to be able to complete the tempering of one or two elements. Now you have to undergo the tempering of the third element. This will be A very important step. If it can pass smoothly, we can speed up the progress next."
"Um, Zhuge..." Ling Cang coughed and explained a little embarrassedly: "What I just said was a joke..."
"What did you just say?" Zhuge Qingxin said loudly on purpose, almost spitting Xingzi in Ling Cang's face. Even though it was in an illusion, it felt so real: "I didn't hear it. I'm not interested either."
"It would be great if you really think so."
"It's not true. Is it still false?" Zhuge Qingxin said expressionlessly: "Also, we have a master-disciple relationship. My responsibility is to help you complete the cultivation of your mental abilities, not to interfere with yours. Personal life style.”
"Actually, I'm not trying to clear my name for myself. Others have no right to interfere with my lifestyle. It's just that I don't want you to misunderstand me. After all, I have to be a matchmaker for you..."
Before Ling Cang finished speaking, he was punched in the nose. After screaming, two lines of nosebleeds flowed out.
"You..." Ling Cang wiped the nosebleed and looked at Zhuge Qingxin in surprise: "You actually hit me."
"I told you, we are a master and apprentice. Don't think wrongly." Zhuge Qing said angrily: "You are not my type either."
Ling Cang was about to explain that he was acting as a matchmaker for Dugu Yishi, not to promote himself. But after thinking about Zhuge Qingxin's words, Ling Cang felt something was wrong: "Wait... Why don't you like me? type."
"You look too ordinary. Although..." Zhuge Qingxin said word by word: "You are ordinary with an extraordinary wretchedness."
"Thank you for the compliment." Ling Cang wiped the nosebleed and wiped it on his clothes casually: "But it's not me who is interested in you. It's Dugu Yishi."
Zhuge Qingxin instinctively thought that Ling Cang was trying to make fun of her. It wasn't until she heard these words that she realized that it was her own fault. Her face turned red and she hurriedly changed the subject: "Don't talk nonsense. Let's Let’s start now.”
"Okay." Even though he was in a fantasy world, being beaten was not a pleasant thing. Ling Cang realized that Zhuge Qingxin regarded him as a wretched gangster, so he became more honest: "What kind of element will I accept today?"