"Of course not. I asked you to come here just to see how hard you were following me, so I came here to take a rest. In addition, I want to remind you not to do unnecessary things, it is of no use to the razor."
Weslin felt more and more that this Xhaka was very strange.
He has already admitted that he is a razor man, and now he is giving them hypocritical advice. Is this provocation?
"Why do you say that?"
Zhaka stood up from the chair, faced Weslin and said: "Because you are testing on the edge of danger, don't think that some parts will make the Razor flinch. Their real bottom line is not that simple. You got rid of them
It's just a transit station for goods, a real production and research center, and you haven't even touched the door. Stop now before it's too late, before touching their bottom line."
After saying that, Zhaka patted Weslin on the shoulder and wanted to leave the park.
"Wait a minute." Weslin called to Xhaka.
Zhaka stopped next to Weslin and was about to pass by him. He stared at Weslin with sharp eyes under the brim of his hat.
"I can feel that you are different from other Razor members. You should have some moral bottom line."
Zhaka shook his head and smiled, "Don't make us look so bad. At best, we are just some naughty children. The ones who really control everything are the guys behind the scenes. We are very innocent."
"Since you are willing to tip off the information to us, aren't you afraid that the razor's knowledge will be detrimental to you?"
"I always do things as I please. If I don't do this, you will definitely follow me tomorrow, and then the day after tomorrow. This is very upsetting, so why don't we come out and have an end and make things clear."
"So, can you tell us more about Razor? For example, where is their stronghold in Tangdu? I know that you once participated in a secret opportunity, right?"
Zara's left eyebrow twitched, "Where did you hear about it?"
"Ah, it seems that there is really no airtight wall in this world."
"However, it's not impossible to say." As he said that, Zhaka spread his palms in front of Weslin, and then shook them slightly.
Weslin looked at his hand in confusion and understood what he meant, "How much do you want?"
"Not much, not much, just ten thousand yuan, right?"
"Ten thousand? Why don't you go and rob?" Ran Xiaolei was furious when she saw Zaka Lion opening his mouth.
"Is ten thousand a lot? You must know that if I betray the Razor Organization and tell you the information, I will take a lot of risks. You also know that those guys can do anything, so is ten thousand expensive? This is already
Very reasonable price.”
"We don't have that much money right now," Weslin said.
Zhaka frowned slightly and took his hand back, "If you don't have money, there's nothing you can do. Being poor in this world is the original sin! Come to me when you have money."
With that said, Zaka walked towards the exit of the park.
Weslin turned around and stared at Zhaka's leaving figure. Seeing that he looked relaxed, he didn't seem to worry at all about the conversation here today being known by the Razor people.
He couldn't help but become more and more curious about Xhaka, what kind of guy he was.
"This bastard is simply a big liar. I can guarantee that even if I give him money, he might tell me that your news is also false." Ran Xiaolei said.
"In any case, our tracking operation failed today. But that's fine. When we face him in the future, we don't have to hide. We can just get straight to the point."
"Weslin, you don't really plan to trade with this guy, do you?"
Weslin chuckled, "Of course not. Besides, how can I have money?"
After a while, Wei Silin and Ran Xiaolei also left the park.
At eight o'clock in the evening, after visiting the night market alone, Zhaka took a shortcut through a dark alley and walked towards the hotel.
But just as he entered the middle of the alley, two groups of people came out from the two corners.
There were four people in front and behind them, blocking Zaka in the middle of the alley.
Zhaka had just finished eating takoyaki at the night market. He was biting his toothpick and even burping, there was still a smell of grilled octopus.
Seeing someone blocking his way, he subconsciously glanced behind him and asked, "Uncle, are you okay?"
I saw a tall figure in the darkness ahead, speaking in a deep voice: "Zhaka, someone asked me to remind you, don't forget your identity, and don't deal with people who don't change their ways."
Zhaka's left eyebrow raised, "Ah? What did you say?"
"You're really good at doing as the locals do. Did you slip up in the bar's local dialect so quickly?"
"I think you should know who we are. So you'd better be obedient in the future and don't make any decisions on your own."
Zhaka pretended to be disdainful and nodded, "Ah, that's right. Excuse me, I want to take a poop now, is that okay?"
Hearing Xhaka's provocative words, another person said: "Are you deliberately looking for trouble? Don't look at you as a razor. If you mess up, we will definitely fix you."
"So, do you have money?"
The four of them were stunned, a little confused by Xhaka.
"No."
"Bah!" Xhaka spit out the toothpick in his mouth, "Why are you talking to me so much if you don't have money? Get away from me."
"Zhaka, do you know who you are talking to? Don't toast or drink as a penalty! I think you don't want to continue the game. Your robot wants to enter the scrap collection station..."
Before the man in front of him finished speaking, Xhaka suddenly stepped forward and hit him hard on the side of the face with his right uppercut.
The man's neck was surprised, and then he flew directly to the side.
The other three people were shocked. They didn't expect that this kid Zhaka was ruthless and didn't say much. He would take action as soon as he said he had no money.
Then the three of them greeted Zhaka together.
Five minutes later, a figure slowly walked out of the alley.
This person is Xhaka.
He pulled on his fingerless gloves and adjusted his hat. He seemed uninjured.
Then he left in the direction of the hotel as if nothing had happened.
At this moment, deep in the alley, four men fell to the ground in a mess, holding their stomachs and unable to get up.
"This kid...it seems...doesn't want to live anymore..."
Then one of them took out his cell phone and dialed a number.
At the same time, Budi was deep in a five-star hotel suite, playing games with VR glasses on his head.