In the next few days, Luo Yu kept trying to break in, or pretend to be on fire, or try to climb through the window, or even pretend to be afraid of ghosts and want to sleep. One of these times, she burst into tears and persuaded Fang Jie, but she was too harsh on herself.
Tang Tingting, who knew better, came up and took a sniff and realized that Luo Yu's tears were actually penicillin eye drops. In the end, two girls smashed them out with large sponge pillows.
It was another miserable night. There was a cool breeze outside and the air conditioner was whistling in the house. Luo Yu bit her collar and watched two girls with perfect figures wearing silk nightgowns walking into the house naked and laughing.
"I'm alone again..." Luo Yu tried to hold one of them, but the slamming door told him that this was impossible.
"The new guy is brought into the room, and the old guy kicks him out of bed..." Luo Yu took a hard bite of the watermelon, "Humph, my wife is going to be beaten if she disobeys me."
The door opened with a click, revealing Tang Tingting's little face: "Brother."
"Tingting, I knew you would miss me, I'll come right away." Luo Yu jumped up from the sofa.
"No, please pass the watermelon on the table to me." Tang Tingting took the plate from Luo Yu, looked at him and smiled and said: "I tell you, sister Fang Jie has a super good figure." After saying that, she closed the door with a giggle.
door.
"Little vixen." Luo Yu couldn't help but rewind the posture of Tang Tingting just raising her legs several times in his mind, "I can't stand it anymore, I'll find an opportunity to eat you."
Luo Yu felt itchy in her heart, but she really didn't want to be intimate with the fifth girl. Thinking that Xia Jing had not heard from her for several days, she quickly called her, but the signal was still busy.
Luo Yu was thinking about whether it was necessary to visit her tomorrow when her cell phone rang. She picked it up and saw that it was Yang Fucheng.
"To make a long story short." Luo Yu was annoyed, why are you a man joining in the fun?
"Brother Xiaoyu, the Japanese and the pretty boy are here again." Yang Fucheng's tone sounded as exciting and mysterious as if he had discovered a small hole through which he could see into the women's bathroom.
"Oh? I'll be here soon." Luo Yu hung up the phone and shouted to Fang Jie's door, "I'm going out to pick up girls," and ran out.
"Brother Xiao Yu." Yang Fucheng stood outside the door rubbing his hands and waiting for Luo Yu. When he saw Luo Yu coming, he immediately greeted him with bright eyes, "You came so quickly."
"So-so." Luo Yu kept paying the taxi driver to speed up along the way. He ran through countless red lights. Luo Yu also gave away a lot of red tickets. The usual 20-minute drive only took 7
Less than a minute.
Following Yang Fucheng, he walked into the second floor of the bar, where a row of monitors were placed. Yang Fucheng waved to the manager and left.
"Brother Xiaoyu, you asked me to pay attention to them last time. I will notify you as soon as they arrive today." Yang Fucheng pointed to the middle monitor, "After they arrived, they immediately asked for the largest box, as if they were waiting for something.
people."
"Yeah." Luo Yu quietly stuffed him a piece of paper. Yang Fucheng looked at the string of zeros on it and was flattered: "Brother Xiao Yu, that's not what I meant. You are..."
"One million, your news is worth this price." Luo Yu squinted his eyes and stared at the two people now appearing on the monitor. One was the Japanese murderer he saw at Shura Field last week, and the other, Luo Yu, had nothing to do with it.
I thought it would be him - Steve, a pretty boy from a professional family, the son of a high-ranking official in Zhonghai City.
"Very good." Luo Yu took a sip of the iced coffee handed over by Yang Fucheng. He felt that the arrival of these two people today would not be very simple.
"How long have they been in there?" Seeing Steve and the Japanese sitting on the sofa motionless for 15 minutes, Luo Yu drank another cup of coffee and sat there for so long without changing her expression, not afraid of her face.
Muscle cramps?.
Yang Fucheng looked at his watch: "Including the time you arrived, Brother Yu, they have been in for at least half an hour."
"It should be soon." Half an hour was already a long time. Judging from the respectful look on the pretty boy's face, Luo Yu guessed that the person coming must be a big shot.
"Maybe we can catch a big fish tonight." The mellow taste of coffee flowed on the tip of his tongue, and Luo Yu licked his lips.
Soon after, the pretty boy and the Japanese man moved and turned towards the door.
"Here we come." Yang Fucheng was even more excited than Luo Yu. Luo Yu nodded with a smile, wondering what kind of fish was tonight.
There were a total of five people in black suits who entered the room. Because their backs were to the camera, Luo Yu couldn't see their faces. But what kind of people were they? If you think about them with your fingers, you would know that they were pigs from the opposite island country. Only that
Only such a narrow-minded nation can produce such a well-proportioned dwarf.
The four people stood on both sides of the sofa with their hands behind their backs. The shortest one sat down with his legs crossed. Steve and the Japanese thugs beside him stood up and bowed deeply to the black dwarf.
Luo Yu drank all the coffee in the cup, "Bow down to the Japanese pig, are you stupid?"
"That's right." Yang Fucheng nodded repeatedly.
"Xiaofu, let me tell you." Luo Yu gritted his teeth as he looked at the screen, "There are four ethnic groups in this world that are not worthy of living at all. Indian Asans, Vietnamese monkeys, Japanese pigs, and Korean sticks. Show them to me once and I'll fix them."
Once, they were tricked behind their backs."
"Why?" This was the first time Yang Fucheng saw Luo Yu's face showing an expression as if he had seen a poop.
"Go check the history for yourself. Which one of these four groups of beasts has hands filled with the blood of our people." Luo Yu waved, "Stop talking, let me see what these people want to do."
After getting Chapo's permission, Steve and the Japanese thugs sat down. Seeing the flattering look on Steve's face, Luo Yu wanted to slap him twice.
Luo Yu thought of a question after flipping the table off a corner with a bang and Yang Fucheng's surprised eyes: "Steve's father is a high-ranking official in Zhonghai City. The pretty guy definitely doesn't have the strength to seduce these Japanese pigs. The only explanation is
It’s just…the dung beetle who got on the line.”
Thinking of what Miao Xinghai once told him about outsiders wanting to come to Zhonghai and the almost crazy winning streak of the Japanese thug at Shura Field, Luo Yu sneered: "There's no need to look for outsiders if you want to eat this piece of fat, right?
I hate betraying my country the most in my life."
Steve seemed to say something to please him, but the short guy ignored him. Seeing the embarrassed look on the pretty face, Luo Yu clenched her fists and said, "Xiaofu, have another drink with more ice."
A group of people talked in the box for about 20 minutes. Steve and the Japanese thugs kept nodding. After asking Yang Fucheng, he found out that there was no such thing as a bug. Luo Yu could only regret that he did not know the content of the other party's conversation.
.
Finally, the dwarf put the password box he carried with him on the coffee table and opened it. Luo Yu almost pressed her face against the screen before she could see clearly what was in the password box. It seemed like...a tiger finger used for fighting?
"What does he want with that thing?" Luo Yu saw the Japanese thug take out the tiger finger and try it on his hand, with a satisfied look on his face.
Steve diligently took a cup and raised it in front of the thug. Luo Yu squinted to see the thug slowly raise his arm, and then slashed it down with a "swipe".
"Hey, nothing happened." Yang Fucheng came over and stared at the screen. The cup in Steve's hand was intact on the screen. "What the hell are they doing?"
"Something big has happened." Luo Yu squatted on the chair with no expression. "That is probably a weapon used by catfish to fight in the ring." In order to increase the sensory stimulation of the audience when watching, Shura Field allows players to wear some lethal weapons on their hands.
Something like a tiger's finger, or wrapped in a chain.
"What?" Yang Fucheng didn't understand what the big deal was in Luo Yu's mouth, and was about to ask in more detail. Suddenly, the cup in Steve's hand on the screen shook slightly, and then slowly slid down from the middle and fell.
On the coffee table, you can see clearly from the screen that the cutout is smooth and flat...
Yang Fucheng took a breath. He never expected that such a thing would happen.