When Shen Feng appeared at the door of Er Lao Man's house, Er Lao Man opened his mouth in surprise, and it was so big that he could stuff an egg into it.
"Why are you so surprised to see me? It's like seeing a ghost."
Shen Feng sat on the sofa, squinting his eyes, looking up and down at Er Laoman, and said teasingly.
"Still, I'm a little disappointed to see that I'm still alive!"
"I don't know what you are talking about. Isn't it a little strange for you to come to my house so late and not say hello in advance?"
The two elders said rather sarcastically.
"I just met someone who wanted to kill me, but luckily I escaped. I have nowhere to go. I'm just resting here for two days. You won't welcome it, right?"
"Welcome, absolutely welcome! You are my God of Wealth. It's not too late for me to be happy."
"You can just live in this room. It used to be the child's room. Later, after I divorced my mother, I moved in with her."
The room has two bedrooms and one living room, with an area of fifty or sixty square meters.
Apart from an old refrigerator, there are no household appliances at home.
The room was extremely hot and stuffy. A small, dark fan was placed on a small wooden bench and was shaking its head feebly, blowing a cool breeze.
There is only a shabby sofa and a small table in the living room.
I lightly scratched it with my finger on the small table, leaving a deep finger mark on it.
On the clothes drying rack on the balcony, there are still two pieces of old clothes hanging there for who knows how long.
There was dust everywhere in the kitchen, and it could be seen that no cooking had been done for a long time.
This is a standard bachelor's life.
When you are the leader of a gang, to this extent, there is no one like you.
"I don't usually stay at home, I just spend the night casually."
When Er Laoman saw Shen Feng looking around, there was something strange in his eyes, and he quickly explained.
"I asked my brother to drive to pick me up tonight. Who else knows besides you?"
Shen Feng stood in front of the window sill and asked abruptly.
"No one else! I swear, I definitely didn't arrange for someone to kill you. I still expected you to make a fortune with me."
The second old man quickly raised his injured hand and swore to the sky.
Shen Feng glanced down inadvertently and discovered a small thing that was incompatible with the surrounding environment.
"Who smoked this cigar? Don't tell me, it was you who smoked it."
He knelt down and carefully picked up a half-cigar from the corner of the window sill.
He pinched the end of the cigar with his hand, which was still warm, and seemed to have been thrown away not long ago.
When Er Laoman saw Shen Feng picking up a half-cut cigar, his face turned pale and his words were a little stumbling.
"Brother Feng, please listen to my explanation. No, it's not what you think at all..."
"What do I think?"
Shen Feng stared at the two old men with both eyes and said in a cold voice.
"I never thought about betraying you, I swear! Someone just found me at night and wanted to buy information about you.
But I just pretended to agree, just to delay, and didn’t tell him anything, you must believe me!"
Er Laoman felt the murderous intent gradually getting stronger on Shen Feng's body, and couldn't help but retreat, and defended loudly.
"How can I trust you?"
Shen Feng then took a big step forward, blocked the two old men directly in the corner, and said coldly.
The old man was dripping with cold sweat.
If his hand is not injured, he can definitely give Shen Feng a try. He may not win, but he may not lose miserably either.
Now that my hand is injured, my strength is greatly reduced, and there are no helpers around. If a war starts, the battle will be lost.
"Have you figured out how to make it up?"
Shen Feng said calmly.
He still didn't believe that the two old men would betray him, after all, he would bring him benefits, but the evidence was there, and he couldn't help but not believe it.
"Think about how to make it up! Bah, bah, bah, I'm not making it up, I'm telling the truth."
The second elder was so nervous that his words were a little incoherent. After calming down for a while, he said: "At night, a man came to look for me..."
This man was very tall, wearing a gray suit. He walked into the room and looked at the shabby sofa with disgust, but did not sit down.
He stood on the window sill, took out a cigar box from his arms, and took out a cigar from it, lit it with a spray gun lighter, looked at the two old men with contempt, and said.
"I know there is some connection between you and Shen Feng. Now I'll give you a chance to make a fortune. You just need to sell me his information. You can tell me how much it will cost!"
The second man couldn't believe his ears. There was someone who could buy anything regardless of the price. How rich he must be.
He kept an eye on it and did not agree immediately. Instead, he asked tentatively: "What is the name of this eldest brother?"
"It doesn't matter what my name is. As long as you agree, I'll give you one hundred thousand as a deposit. How about that?"
After the man finished speaking, he took out a bank card from his pocket, threw it to the two old men, and said: "There is one hundred thousand yuan in this card. The password is on the back of the card. After the deed is completed, there will be a heavy reward."
The second old man took the bank card and looked at it several times, like it was a hot potato.
"What if I don't agree?"
The second old man was a little hesitant and couldn't help but ask.
"Hehehehe, if you don't agree, it just means you don't have enough chips, I'll just keep adding more.
However, everyone has a price, and it’s best not to exceed it too much.”
This man was not dissatisfied at all, but rather excited, as if the business had been concluded.
The second old man gritted his teeth and said without confidence: "I want two million, and I will only provide information, and I will not help with anything else."
"oh?"
The man lowered his head, thought for a moment, and seemed to have made a great decision. He put out the cigar on the window sill, threw it to the ground, and said: "Okay, no problem, but the full payment will not be given until the matter is completed. No." Question?"
The second man told the story, took out the bank card from his pocket, and handed it to Shen Feng.
Shen Feng took the bank card, looked at the two old men, and found nothing unusual. He sat back on the sofa and fell into deep thought.
Who would want to kill himself and be willing to spend such a large sum of money?
If it wasn't the two old men who told me the secret today, then who was it that wanted to assassinate me?
Is there another group of people who are also thinking about me? When did I become so lovable?
Maybe it was the person who killed him with blood, but the little fat panda said he didn't know the killer, which was strange.
Could it be the same people who injured the little eagle last time? It's somewhat impossible.
Shen Feng sat there, thinking wildly for a while, and didn't even notice that Er Laoman quietly hid in the room at some point.
"Hey, does what you said last time still count? I have very important information now."
The second man hid in his room, quietly locked the door, made a phone call, and whispered.