The old monkey knelt on the ground, raised the snow-white sand cloth in his hand high, and his hoarse voice penetrated all directions, full of flattery, that kind of proud flattery.

After all, there is an opportunity and conditions to give a big gift to the Ninth Boss, which is enough to make people envious.

The old monkey offered snow-white gauze that had never been used, and many people couldn't even offer paper to wipe their buttocks.

"It's no wonder that the old monkey can live so well at the gates of hell and have so many good things in his hands. ”

"The Ninth Boss just cut off his toe, this is exactly what he needs. ”

"You don't have his skills, he can tell stories, and he has to tell Boss George a few paragraphs every month, and he has won so many good things. ”

The people around looked at each other with envy, and their eyes were glued to the gauze.

Even flattery has become a thing that makes people proud and envied by others, when Yan Jiucheng took the sand cloth presented to him kneeling in his sixties, he reached out and touched his gray hair, which was very dry due to long-term lack of nutrition, like stroking a dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy.

It's the rule.

One side signifies submission, and the other side signifies acceptance of the rules of submission.

"Xie Jiuyan's love!" The old monkey got Yan Jiucheng's touch, and his whole body prostrate on the ground and made a big salute.

Everyone around cast envious eyes.

How can there be the kind of king in prison in foreign movies, here, no one is a king, even George. If you can have a bottle of beer, you are a big guy, and watching TV is a luxury.

Wicked people are wicked people, and if they do evil things that the world does not tolerate, they will have to experience unimaginable suffering, and they don't know if they will choose to be a good person if they do it all over again.

It's just that not all the people who come to this evil country are evildoers, just like Yan Jiucheng, he entered this evil country for the sake of good.

"Come, madman, put on a show for us!" came from the fourth floor, laughing at the boys of the Bullhead Gang, while the madman crawled on the ground like a dog, barking and sticking out his tongue.

"It's not interesting to learn dogs, learn it...... Hmmm......"

"What kind of dog to learn, go, lick the leather shoes in the yellow-haired room, and the ninth boss will wear them in a while!"

The crowd laughed.

And the madman was also very happy, while learning the dog to crawl to the room where the original yellow hair was, and licked the shoes with his mouth.

When everyone saw this, they laughed again.

Here, only the madman who can be entertained and the old monkey who can tell stories can travel up and down the floors when the big guys are happy.

Yan Jiucheng's eyes looked at the fourth floor.

These wicked people who laugh around the madman will never know the identity of this madman in the past.

And the crazy man who was happy at this time was really happy, he licked the slightest dust on his shoes, he was really willing, in his opinion, Yan Jiucheng was his superior, his own person.

And after ten days, he will be able to go out, and someone will take him out of the toilet on the first floor to find his girl.

Yan Jiucheng looked around, he had been here for a long time, he couldn't smell the stench anymore, and the moment everyone met his gaze, they became extremely humble, and he trembled and respected the ninth boss.

He understands that, in addition to himself and the madman, there are people here who are not simply evildoers, but spies.

Looking at the first floor, the agent who was shuttling through the crowd, his left and right hands, which swayed unnaturally when he walked, had been locked by Yan Jiucheng.

Yan Jiucheng took the brothers on the third floor to the fourth floor, and watched the people who had originally followed Huang Mao on the fourth floor retreat to the third floor. You must know that although the third floor is on the fourth floor, the three rooms that are vacated will not be reserved for those who are eliminated on the fourth floor.

Whoever occupies these three rooms will have to fight for it.

There are so many gangs on the third floor, how can they give it to the people who are eliminated on the fourth floor?

I'm going to see blood again.

Compared with the battle on the third floor, there are many fewer swords and swords on the fourth floor, and it looks peaceful. When Yan Jiucheng came up with the brothers on the third floor, the younger brothers of the other gangs on the fourth floor greeted each other with smiling faces.

"Ninth Boss, I have something to tell you in the future. ”

"The Ninth Boss is indeed a hero. ”

"I've long seen that the yellow hair is not pleasing to the eye, and the ninth boss is really happy when he makes a move!"

The crowd gave way.

Yan Jiucheng smiled and didn't say anything, but walked straight to the room that originally belonged to Huang Mao, and turned his head before entering the room and said, "You can divide the other rooms according to your previous identity." ”

With that, he closed the door.

The little brothers on the fourth floor are so polite, mainly because they know the powerful relationship, there are four gangs on the fourth floor, and two of them are also allied, and those with a little brain will be respectful to the new boss Nine Eyes.

The big guy on the fifth floor felt a little panicked in his heart, and he could see that Yan Jiucheng was right in front of him when he went to the fifth floor.

Yan Jiucheng, who closed the door, did not intend to kill the fifth floor, he quickly swept the room, the room was ten square meters, twice as large as the third floor, and there was a radio, a tea kettle, a mirror, and a rope made of clothes.

Lifting the mat, there are still good things that Huang Mao has collected in the past few years: some conventional medicines, two daggers and some small iron boxes, and even a beautiful little book.

There were also two bottles of beer quietly placed there, one of them was opened, and half of it was drunk, Xu Huang Mao was reluctant to drink it, and planned to taste it carefully.

Open the window and look out, this location is really good, climb out of the window is the pipe, climb up the pipe to the eighth floor, block the way with an iron sheet at the position of the eighth floor, presumably George in order to prevent someone from climbing up the pipe, up to one meter wide iron sheet enough for the entire eighth floor circle.

Don't be afraid, there is a lever to support the iron piece at the end of the iron sheet, and a small section of the lever has its head, just throw the rope over, hook it, and people can climb up along the rope to reach the eighth floor.

Yan Jiucheng gritted his teeth and looked at the clock on the table, it was four o'clock in the afternoon, not far from evening.

Go up to the eighth floor tonight and see George.

Before that, the agent at the bottom had to clean up.

If he openly shouted that his own people would clean up the agent, it would be too public, and the most important thing is that Yan Jiucheng wants not only to kill him, but to find out what country this agent is from, whether he has accomplices, and whether it is even possible to take a big litter like from the mouth of a madman.

Concealedly, quietly, chopped him.

With a snap, the mirror was broken, Yan Jiucheng squatted on the ground and chose a piece of suitable size to put in his pocket, and walked out of the door to announce his first rule after becoming a boss on the fourth floor.

"At night, no one can pass by in front of my door. Yan Jiucheng blushed and looked at his subordinates.

"Yes!" replied in a high-pitched voice, and everyone's eyes lit up, and life was better if they followed the right leader.

"I took it and gave it to my brothers, and the brothers of the bull's head drank it together. Yan Jiucheng slipped out the bottle and a half of wine, which made the little brothers below indescribably excited.

The carnival of the little brothers, the entire gates of hell are not destined to be quiet on this night.

Each floor is inviting the old monkey to tell them a paragraph, and each floor has a variety of people who have heard the old monkey say it, and they are repeatedly polishing the story.

This agent must also want to go up to the eighth floor, if not, he has a better way to go up to the eighth floor, Yan Jiucheng leaned on the railing on the sixth floor, waiting for dark, staring at the agent on the first floor, looking for an opportunity.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

I saw the agent walking quickly to the side door, where the daily meals were delivered and the bodies were carried out, there was a long corridor and a few empty rooms, and George was hanged in these rooms when he dealt with some irregularities.

In addition, this section is the last journey of the dead people from here, and some stories made up by the old monkey create a strange atmosphere, so there are very few people who go there.

I saw him approach the side door and walk out quickly.

After a few minutes, he approached the side door again, and then walked out again.

When he came out, his eyes flashed and he was sneaky.

Yan Jiucheng picked up the polished dagger, walked into his room, pushed open the window and looked down, although the direction of the side door was the same as the direction of his room, but he didn't see anything abnormal.

"The window of the side door was extremely high, and there was no foothold, so it was impossible for him to climb up the window and climb up the pipe outside. Yan Jiucheng always felt that something was wrong in her heart, and her intuition told her that this agent might do it tonight.

Just as he chose to go to the eighth floor tonight, this agent will race against time to go to the eighth floor.

Whoever sees George first, and who negotiates cooperation with George first, will have the initiative.

Yan Jiucheng returned to the railing again, only to see the agent walking back and forth between the side door and his room repeatedly, and suddenly, Yan Jiucheng was excited.

Could it be that he carried bricks from the room to the side door, so that he could climb up the window, and then break the window sill and climb up directly from the outside pipe?!

After realizing this, Yan Jiucheng secretly thought that if this was the case, then he would have no advantage on the fourth floor, and for an agent, it would only take one minute to climb the pipe on the fourth floor.

"He's on the eighth floor tonight, he's going to have to do it. Yan Jiucheng made up his mind, he looked at the time, and as soon as ten o'clock passed, he was going to go downstairs and directly kill this agent.

With a dagger in hand, well-fed and well-fed, and in the shadows, the odds of success are greater than that of an agent in the open who hasn't eaten anything for two days.

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"Mixiu, whoever is a spy tonight will definitely do something to you, you lead people to the side door, and I ambush you around the corner of the side door. The man in the black hat stopped for a few seconds as he passed by Michau in the toilet.

The voice of the voice is very uncomfortable to listen to, as if there is phlegm in the throat.

Mixiu nodded, he was about to walk away quickly, but stopped again.

"How are they. He asked about his family, his twin daughters and his wife.

"Be your bait, we successfully complete the mission, you and your family will be free, you can rest assured, now they are fine. The black hat pressed and walked away quickly.

Mi Xiu gritted his teeth, his gaze sneaking up.

On the fourth floor, Yan Jiucheng's eyes came over from time to time.

Mi Xiu smiled slightly, he was confident, in terms of fighting alone, not to mention that he was prepared for the fact that it was unlikely that he would be suddenly ambushed by Yan Jiucheng, even if he was suddenly ambushed, his many years of career as an agent were not in vain, even if the other party had a dagger, the possibility of losing was very rare.

What's more, he's just bait.

In the rooms at the side door, there are superiors who really want to take Yan Jiucheng's life.

The praying mantis catches the cicada and the yellow finch is behind, just waiting for Yan Jiucheng to enter the game and kill him.

Mixiu returned to his room, crossed his hand on his chest, and said silently in his heart: "My darlings, Daddy will take you home safely!"

He raised his head and looked at the bright moon in the sky.

Don't underestimate the power of a father, let alone a father whose loved ones have been threatened with death.

Even if he died, he would let Yan Jiucheng die in front of him, and strive to ensure that his superiors completed the task.

Mi Xiu couldn't push open the window, the window of the ant's room on the first floor was high and sealed, he could only look at Mingyue through a small hole, quietly waiting for the arrival of the dead of night, waiting for Yan Jiucheng, who was hooked, to come down and find an opportunity to slash himself.

What he wants is Yan Jiucheng to die, he is the bait of the black hat superior.

Yan Jiucheng pushed open the window, took a sip of the bottle of beer that Huang Mao had not finished drinking, quietly waited for the arrival in the dead of night, waited for the exposed agent to enter the side door, and when he climbed up the window, he suddenly attacked from behind.

And what he wants is to capture the other party alive and force out the country and plan behind it, he is Gu Miqing's eyes.

Everything is in the game.

It's just that I don't know whose bureau it is.