The foot of the hill, as the name suggests, is a street at the bottom of the mountain.

If it is placed in other places, the place with such a name must be the most inconspicuous, but it is different in Yancheng.

Because......

'Onuma' lives in the mountains.

The closer the neighborhood is to the mountain, the more prosperous and wealthy it becomes.

When you come to the foot of the mountain, this kind of prosperity and wealth is beyond the imagination of ordinary people, especially in terms of security, it is even more amazing.

Not only is there a fixed police guard and a patrol car every fifteen minutes, but most importantly, there is no shortage of professional bodyguards for everyone who lives here.

The combination of open and dark whistles and modern technology makes every building at the foot of the mountain feel like a castle and unbreakable.

And because of this, some things have become bolder.

An elongated black sedan drove into the gate of a certain building, bypassed the fountain in front of the door, and after three checks, stopped in front of the long hall of the main building.

There is no need for the master's servant, the driver of the car and the bodyguard of the co-pilot open the door for their master.

A very fat, but very short man walked down.

The other party is in the prime of life, but his skin is extremely loose, and the two pieces of meat under his eyes are pulled on his cheeks, making the other party look like a pug.

However, it is not as cute as a pug.

The gloomy expression and the vicious triangular eyes made everyone feel uncomfortable when they saw each other.

But even so, this one is much more comfortable than the one that came after.

The same elongated black sedan, the same shrewd and fierce driver and bodyguard.

The difference is that the person who walked down changed from a fat man to a bald man.

The other party's face is full of scars, and he doesn't have a right hand, but what people care about the most is the clothes and accessories on the other party's body.

The completely black clothes radiated a brilliance that ordinary cloth did not have in the light, but it was not as stiff as ordinary leather clothes.

Very soft and smooth.

Moreover, the knit is fine.

When the miserable white buttons are embellished on it, the more it sets off the extraordinaryness of this dress.

But none of the people around who knew the details were willing to take a second look at the dress.

The short and fat man was even more sarcastic.

"Cambeck, even in a dress woven with a woman's hair, you don't look any better."

In a shrill voice, the short fat man took the cigar handed by his hand.

"It's better than a barking leper dog."

The bald-headed scar-faced man sneered.

At the same time, they strode towards each other.

The short and fat man's face remained unchanged, and the accompanying bodyguard stepped forward to block the bald and scar-faced man.

"Get out of here!"

The bald-headed scar-faced man snorted coldly.

The bodyguard in front of him was not moved at all.

There was no answer, neither a move nor a footstep.

Suddenly, the atmosphere became tense, and the bodyguard who followed behind the bald scarface man directly pulled out his gun.

One side pulls out a gun, and the other side is not to be outdone.

The gun in his hand was also pointed at the other party.

At the heart of both sides, the short fat man and the bald scar-faced man who were pointed at the guns did not react at all, as if the two guns just didn't exist.

"Gentlemen."

"I'm here to discuss things, not to show off your might."

The sound did not come from inside the building, far away, but it was very clear to the ears of everyone in front of the hall.

The short fat man looked at the bald man and raised an eyebrow.

The latter pursed the corners of his lips quietly.

Then, both of them waved at the same time.

Their men retreated, and the two walked into the building side by side.

And in this short process, the two also looked at each other from time to time.

It is clear that the two are far from being as tense as they seem.

Or rather......

When faced with a stronger enemy, the weaker two have to join forces.

Walk through the chicly furnished corridors.

In a study, the two saw the owner: an old man with gray hair and a kind smile.

However, the two of them will not really be fooled by the superficial 'kindness'.

They know very well the details of the old man in front of them.

In the city of Yan, all the armies. Fire, X, people. Mouth. Peddler. Selling and other businesses are mostly from this old man.

To put it simply, compared to this inconspicuous old man, the two of them are feared. Guy, it's just a child who has just learned to walk.

In fact, in Pisk's eyes, the two are really children's tricks.

Whether it's an attitude towards 'business'.

Or show him the so-called 'hostility'.

It's all so childish and ridiculous.

The reason why this is the case, there are still two people left, but it is because for him, the two dispensable ones still have a certain role.

For example: today.

"Have you heard about Delin Street?"

Pisk leaned back on the couch like a real old man, and said in a slow voice.

"I heard."

"I didn't expect Ford to have such a younger brother."

"It's much cleaner than Ford."

The bald scarface man nodded.

"Is that really Ford's brother?"

The old man asked.

"Hmm."

"It's Ford's brother — I asked Ford to ask him, and Ford admitted it."

"That guy is such a fool!"

"I actually fell into Oak's trap and fell into it myself."

The short and fat man said, and couldn't help but habitually show a sarcastic smile again.

"yes, I originally thought that Ford would be the person I needed to train after you, but I didn't expect ......"

"How's his brother?"

"Have you sent someone to contact you?"

The old man sighed and continued to ask.

"Nope."

"I don't think there's a need for contact, though."

"He's just a reckless guy."

"No contact at all."

"Yes!"

"Such a guy will only cause us trouble!"

"What we need now is a steady development, not a fight!"

The two shook their heads at the same time, and in a rare agreement.

"In that case......

"One of you goes and kills him!"

"The man who killed him is in charge of Delin Street."

The old man pondered for a while, and then said.

Delin Street!

The short, fat, bald-headed, scar-faced man's eyes lit up.

Then, the appearance of the same enemy at the last moment fell apart in an instant.

"Leave it to me!"

"Why should I leave it to you?"

"I've got more people!"

"My people are more powerful!"

After speaking in unison, the argument began.

The old man looked at such a dispute with a smile, and there was no intention of stopping it.

That's what he's most happy to see, so how can he stop it?

As for the newly-popped, Ford's cousin?

Although it is a pity that a pawn worth cultivating.

But what does it compare to that man's plan?

Just as Pisk was thinking about watching the argument between the short fat man and the bald man with the scarface to the point of boiling heat, ready to seek more benefits for himself, there was a sudden knock on the window.

Ding, ding, ding!

With the sound of the glass tapping, the window opened straight open, and a black mass was thrown in through the window and rolled down to the feet of the three men.