"I really can't help it, but I promise that through my connections, I can reduce your brother's sentence and let him stay in it comfortably!" Mustache leaned on the sofa, half of his body almost crouched.

"How long can I lose it?" I glared at him.

"One year! Let him be locked up in it for a year at most, this is already my limit!" Mustache held out a finger.

"Where's the smoker? Don't say you don't know. Seeing that it had pushed him to this extent, he still clenched his bite and didn't let go. I grabbed the pistol on the coffee table and played back and forth twice.

"I... I do not know. The mustache tightened, and the rattle shook his head.

"Looks like I'm going to have to talk to my sister-in-law!" I smirked and stood up, pretending to walk in the direction of their bedroom.

"I really don't know, I met the smoker through the owner of the Imperial Dining House, if you want to know, I can call you and ask!" Mustache hurriedly grabbed my trouser legs.

"Hit!" I looked back at him.

Under my watch, Bazihu dialed the smoker's phone, and the phone rang a few times. Picked up over there, listening to the background smoke ghost seems to be in a nightclub like KTV or Di, and the chaotic music sound "Hey... Hey...", for a long time.

And when he asked him out, he said that he was in a hurry. I leaned into the mustache's ear and whispered.

"Smoker, something is wrong! That little guy named Wang Xing has escaped from prison, I am afraid of retaliation, and I want to talk to you face to face!" Bazihu pretended to be panicked and shouted towards the mobile phone, and then the two of them said the address, and then hung up the phone.

"There's a Lao Zhang team, I like to make friends! I hope you are also willing to make friends with me, today's abruptness, I can't compensate you! This money was accidentally dropped outside the door just now, and I just happened to see it when I came to visit. I took a deep breath, squeezed out a smile, arched my hand towards the mustache, and walked out the door with Maomao.

"That—" When I reached the door, Mustache suddenly called out to me behind me.

"Huh?" I turned my head with a cold face.

"I hope you don't say it's my secret, the smokers are also outlaws!"

"Hey, hey, official!" I gave a meaningful thumbs up to the mustache, not knowing whether to cry or laugh, because I was a scumbag like a smoker. We actually forced a good "official" to be like this.

The place where the eight-character beard and the smoker agreed to meet was in Beiqiao, Minhang District, which belongs to the most chaotic area in the entire Minhang District, and the fish and dragons are mixed. There are people from all walks of life, and it is also the concentration of the Qing Gang's influence in Minhang District.

Leaving the door of the mustache, I asked Maomao to go back. What I was going to do later was more dangerous, and I didn't want to drag him into the sewage, Maomao stubbornly refused to leave, until I glared and stomped my feet and said that I wanted to turn my face with him, and he reluctantly left.

I'm not worried about the life and death of the mustache, to put it bluntly, if I get rid of the smoker today, I won't continue to meet him again, if I don't get rid of the smoker, I guess he won't live, with the smoker's ruthlessness, he can really do anything.

"Beiqiao" is a town, but in a super large city like Shanghai, even if it is an ordinary town, I feel that it is the size of our county, in fact, the smoker chooses to meet here, I am quite surprised, for me the advantages outweigh the disadvantages, because in Beiqiao I have a very good relationship.

The agreed meeting time with the smoker was an hour later, just in time to visit old friends. I took a taxi to Beiqiao and went straight to an auto parts factory, and in the workshop I saw an old friend I hadn't seen for a long time, he was squatting on the ground and screwing, and his shiny head was particularly conspicuous.

"Monk!" I shouted as I stood at the door of the workshop.

The other party turned his head with a greasy face, and when he saw that it was me, he said hello to his colleagues, walked over happily, and lightly punched me in the chest, "Are you still alive? I thought you had left Shanghai Beach!"

"Why don't you have to say goodbye to your old friend if you want to go!Do you have time??" I grinned at the monk, whether he agreed or not, hooked his shoulders and walked out of the workshop door.

The monk was older than me, but I couldn't tell how much older he was than me, and if we freshened up and changed into new clothes, we would stand together like our peers, but he usually wore oily overalls and a shaven green beard, and he looked similar to my uncle.

"What have you been up to lately? I don't even know how to come and see me. Squatting at the door of their factory, smoking his "Double Happiness" of six yuan and five, I leaned on his shoulder complainingly, "I have never been there since the last time I was sent to the hospital." It's not interesting!"

"I'm afraid of running into acquaintances. The monk bit the cigarette holder and smiled evilly, where is there a little bit of the monk's spirit of eating fasting and reciting Buddha.

"Yo, it's like I have your good brother among my friends!" I laughed and scolded him, the monk was a little withdrawn, and I guessed he didn't want to deal with strangers.

"Look at your eyebrows together, the clouds are full of sorrow!Is there something in your heart?" The monk did not follow my topic to chat, but made a very amateur cameo appearance as "Mr. Fortune Teller".

"Well, I'm going to kill someone, and I want to ask you for help! I wonder if you have time?" I nodded, half-seriously, half-jokingly.

"My Buddha is compassionate. The monk sighed and shook his head.

"Don't you think I'm joking!" I smirked and pushed the monk's shoulder.

"I believe what you said is true, I can't do it if I raise the butcher's knife, but watch my friend being bullied. I can't do it either!" The monk scratched his head seriously, and finally sighed, "Forget it, I'll go with you to see what's going on." Who made me owe you a drink!"

"Monk, how many years older are you?" I asked, looking at the monk coldly.

"Eleven-year-old...", the monk blurted out reflexively, and immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing. Coughed dryly twice and looked at me, "You talk to me!"

"Well, yes, but if you don't want to say it, I won't ask! I licked my lips and grinned at him.

"I know Zhang Jingtian from Tianmen. "After a long time. The monk whispered.

"Do you know the fourth brother? Could it be that you are also from Tianmen?"

"No, strictly speaking, I'm his master!" the monk shrugged his shoulders, took a deep breath and said, "Let's go, see who you're going to meet!"

The monk's words made me almost laugh, according to the age, the fourth brother is five or six years older than me, the monk is eleven years older than me, and it is not an exaggeration for him to be the fourth brother's master, the problem is that I don't believe that the monk who looks like he is in his early twenties at most actually runs three, is it possible that this guy practices kung fu like "Tianshan Tong Ma".

As for him saying that he knew the fourth brother, I believe this should be true, anyway, he didn't want to say, so I won't ask any more, and the two of us stepped on the cigarette butts and walked to the agreed place with the smoker.

"Taihu Square" is the place where the beard and the smoker make an appointment, and it is the most lively time of the day, groups of old ladies are dancing in the square, and the young and young couples also seem to have nothing to do with strolling around the square.

The monk and I squatted down under the shade of a random tree, pretending to be in the shade, while my eyes unblinkingly scanned the passing cars, and the smoker said that he was driving a "Bora" car without a license plate.

After waiting for about 20 minutes, a water Volkswagen Bora slowly stopped on the side of the road in the square, and a guy wearing a checkered shirt and combing his big back walked out of the car.

"Monk, walk over slowly, help me knock that guy down!" I whispered to the monk.

The monk sighed and shook his head, "Sin, sin...", but he still walked slowly towards the smoker.

The smoker stood in place and looked back and forth twice, probably a little impatient because he didn't see the mustache, he took out his pocket phone, and just as he was about to make a call, the monk had already walked to his side...