The fat man said solemnly: "I want to eat roasted leg of lamb!"
A dark-faced leader walked in from outside and said in a deep voice: "Don't even call me!"
"Ten roasted whole lambs. Brother Chun has already ordered them for us. They will be delivered soon."
"Brother Chun said that these are extraordinary times. We have important responsibilities and cannot drink."
"When the big thing is completed, he will give us a month's vacation and give each of us 100,000 yuan to have as much fun as we want!"
"OK!"
"Mighty!" A group of guys cheered.
Li Chun was really good at winning over people. After a while, a van brought in ten big fat sheep that were roasted and fragrant.
A group of guys are not worried that Hu Bin will escape, and Zhui Feng will not be able to leave the room.
They ate and drank heavily.
On the second floor, the door was closed. There was silence in the room.
An Guo lay flat on the bed, the blood sprayed on his chest had dried up long ago.
It turned black and purple.
A ray of sunlight shone in, and his face looked very peaceful. If he hadn't been breathing, anyone who looked at him would have thought he was just asleep.
Zhui Feng held the handle of the knife in his hand and knelt in front of the bed. He remained motionless for a long time.
His face was expressionless and he didn't know what he was thinking.
At this moment, a gust of mountain wind blew open the window on the cliffside.
A black shadow, like a black line floating in the air, drifted in silently with the mountain wind.
He was holding a roast chicken in one hand and a bottle of soju in the other hand.
After glancing at An Guo on the bed and Zhui Feng kneeling beside the bed, he sneered, sat down at the table, and started eating.
Zhui Feng did not look back, he said coldly: "You used medical treatment as an excuse to kill the old man."
"Now, the whole city is looking for you. How dare you come here!"
Qin Tian took a sip of soju and said, "As the saying goes, the most dangerous place is the safest place."
"They sealed off the entire provincial capital and searched the whole city. I had no choice but to come here."
"It's really cold outside. Do you want to take a bite to warm yourself up?"
Zhui Feng stood up, turned around, and stared at Qin Tian with his eyes.
"I know, I'm no match for you."
"But you should also know that I will die for the old man."
"A swordsman who is not afraid of death, do you really not take him seriously?"
As he spoke, he glared angrily and held the handle of the knife tightly. It looked like he would deliver a sharp blow at any time.
Qin Tian broke the roasted chicken with his hands and said calmly: "Whatever you want."
Zhui Feng's eyes flashed.
Raising his hand, the long sword was finally unsheathed!
Bolts of cold light flashed through, splitting the space and heading towards Qin Tian.
Qin Tian didn't even move.
There is no defense whatsoever.
With a swish sound, the roast chicken in his hand was split into two halves. He said angrily: "You brat, what do you want to do?"
Zhui Feng walked over expressionlessly, sat down across from him, picked up half of the roast chicken, and said coldly: "I want you to leave half of it for me."
As he said that, he took the roast chicken and started to eat it.
Qin Tian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said: "The old man is dead and was killed by me. Now, are you still in the mood to sit across from me and eat roast chicken?"
Zhui Feng didn't even raise his head and said: "The old man is not dead."
"Huh?" Qin Tian smiled and said, "How did you find out?"
"He obviously has no breathing and pulse."
Zhui Feng said: "Feeling."
Qin Tian was speechless.
Yes, sometimes, some people, feelings, are better than all eloquence and facts.