You won’t lose a piece of meat, and you can also ensure your own safety.
But the monk knew that when Xiaohai really encountered any difficulties, he should give up his life.
This day will come soon.
The sudden appearance of the monk stunned everyone in the office, except Xiao Hai who smiled.
He had known for a long time that all of the people he had sworn sworn friends with before were all men who valued love and righteousness.[
——If not, how could he have betrayed his trust and obtained that large sum of antiques?
Of course the iron drill in the monk's hand was taken out of the storage room, where there were all sorts of messy things.
Xiao Hai noticed that there were some blood stains on the iron drill in the monk's hand and on the cassock he was wearing.
These bloodstains are definitely not from Gao Yang, then?
At this moment, Gao Yang stood up unsteadily. As the leader of the Wolf Gang's war hall, he has experienced hundreds of battles, and his physical fitness is certainly not comparable to that of ordinary people.
"Fuck...you...mom..." Gao Yang cursed and looked around for the machete he had just used.
"Fifth brother, hurry up and kidnap him!" Xiao Hai was worried and ordered the monk.
The monk held the iron drill in one hand and raised the palm in front of his chest: "Amitabha, donors, please leave quickly. I don't want to go on a killing spree."
"Fifth brother!" Xiao Hai was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood. Saying this to these people is not equivalent to playing the piano to a cow?
Gao Yang was still looking for the knife when he suddenly heard a Buddhist chant rang out from above his head, and then he remembered that he had been attacked from behind, and he panicked and took a dozen steps back using his hands and feet.
"Boss!" Gao Yang's younger brothers finally reacted and gathered around him.
"Who!" Gao Yang stared at the monk, he really couldn't believe his eyes.
Under the fluorescent lamp, a monk holding an iron drill and hanging Buddhist beads around his neck?
Gao Yang rubbed his eyes, suspecting that he had seen wrongly.
"No way..." Gao Yang was stunned, thinking that something was wrong with his head, so he shook his head again.
He still couldn't accept such a bizarre thing as a monk suddenly appearing in modern society.
"The poor monk's name is Wangqing." The monk still remembered Gao Yang's previous question "Who are you?", so he said it honestly.
Gao Yang looked at the people around him doubtfully, trying to ask if he was dazzled.