"The head of the family? Surely they know that your former companions also have me, right? I'm sure it won't be long before they take the initiative to come to me," Leng Yan picked up the fairly clean cloth on the table and wiped his mouth, and stopped his chopsticks with some unfinished thinking.

"Our father has been wrestling with him for a long time, but it has been ineffective, and our father also thinks that all this is not our fault in the first place, so he does not give any material compensation except for verbal comfort and softness," Gao Youyou felt a little disgusted when he thought of the faces of those He family, they didn't feel regret and anger at all because of He Suom's death, but they just felt that they didn't get what they wanted and showed a dissatisfied face.

"Your father is amazing," Leng Yan did not hesitate to praise Gao Longcheng, for him, Gao Longcheng has clear grievances and grievances, and he is already a rare good person in this era.

"I think so too," Gao Youyou's face was full of pride, as if she was the one who was being complimented.

"Let's go," Leng Yan looked at the three plates that had been eaten cleanly, patted the ash on his trouser legs, and stood up.

The brothers and sisters of the Gao family didn't use chopsticks much during this meal, it was impossible for them to be hungry in the Gao family's residence, and there were so many things in their hearts, so they naturally had no appetite.

The three of them walked down the alley, and although it was far away, they could also hear the noise of the street. The alley is a little cold, and the ground is a little muddy, so you have to be very careful not to get your trousers dirty.

Leng Yan walked in front, took out the IOU in his pocket, rubbed his fingers a few times, and the IOU turned into small pieces of black ash, which dissipated directly into nothing.

"You guys go back first, I still have some things," Leng Yan saw the pedestrians coming and going on the street, and he was in a trance for a moment.

"Well, then you should be careful," Gao Youyou looked at Leng Yan a little worriedly, "Don't do dangerous things." ”

"Don't worry," Leng Yan walked around the street aimlessly, then turned around and walked back into the alley before.

"How? Are people gone? ”

"The two brothers and sisters of the Gao family left, and they didn't see another person," the inch-headed man had four dirty-looking planks tied to his arms, which were tightly fastened together by a strip of cloth that had obviously been torn from somewhere, and hung weakly at the man's side.

"A person who doesn't know the height of the sky, don't be afraid, I believe that as long as we rush up, that kid will not be our opponent," Lao Tian immediately returned to the feeling of madness when he thought of their empty pockets now.

One hundred and seventy-one pounds of food stamps, this is their entire property, and they need to go out many times to get the reward, if they give it out so easily, they are not willing at all.

"Let's go, go back," Scar Man touched the dagger hidden at his waist, and led his three companions, who were also unwilling, back to the dark and gloomy alley.

The moment the scar man turned into the alley, an extremely cool aura came from the ground, Rao was as strong as him, and he couldn't help but shiver.

A feeling of unease swept over him in an instant, and he was unwilling to admit that it was inflicted on him by the young man, which was a great humiliation for him.

The scar man's mood at this time was very complicated, but the one hundred and seventy-one pounds of food stamps became the biggest motivation for him to go on, and he didn't think that the young man would insist on staying in the dilapidated and leaky shop when the Gao family brothers and sisters left.

"I'll take a look," Lao Tian took the lead, ignoring the mud all over the ground, and rushed all the way towards the shop where the old Yao family's old store was hung.

The man's tall figure quickly disappeared into the shop, and unlike the man's grin, the scar man walked on tiptoe on the dry ground cautiously, looking like a sissy, in stark contrast to his mountain-like muscles.

"Boss, there's no one at all," Lao Tian spat on the ground and kicked the nearest bench away.

"What?" The scarred man's expression changed drastically, and he took a few quick steps, and his trouser legs were instantly covered with mud.

The door of Yao's old store was wide open, and there was a table where there were three plates that had been eaten cleanly, and three pairs of chopsticks were placed in three directions of the table, and it was obvious that there were three people sitting here eating before.

The structure of this restaurant is very simple, because the area is narrow, except for the front storefront, there is only an open-air kitchen in the back. But no matter where you are, you can't find a single person, and it's impossible to find Tibetans in such a place.

"Sure enough, it's back," a young man yawned as he walked in, looking like he had been waiting for a long time.

"You guy is really haunted," the inch-headed man touched his aching wrist, but this time he didn't dare to step forward so headlessly.

"What else do you want to do?" The scar man took out the bright dagger and glanced at the three people around him, and the four of them stood in a semicircle with a tacit understanding, directly surrounding Leng Yan in the middle.

"Of course it's a silence," Leng Yan glanced around at the four of them, "You should think the same as mine, right?" ”

The scar man's face sank, and with a hard step on the ground, he rushed towards Leng Yan, and the dagger in his hand was aimed at Leng Yan's heart.

At the moment when Scar Man attacked, the other three people around him also moved, and they made the same action as Scar Man with a tacit understanding.

There was a loud "bang", and the whole restaurant seemed to tremble.

The already fragile wall was directly collapsed by the four burly figures, and dust, bricks and various debris were scattered on the ground.

"Ahem," Scar Man coughed violently, covering his chest with one hand and the wall next to him with the other, trying to stand up.

Blood poured out of his mouth, and even though he gritted his teeth, he still couldn't stop the blood gushing out. He was like a bag full of water, and at this point the bag had a hole that even the strongest of wills could not fill.

The inch-headed man was lying in the ruins and his life and death were unknown, his hands and elbows could see the exposed white bones, his chest had been completely stained red with blood, and a huge footprint appeared on his chest, making his chest directly dent.

According to the physique of ordinary people, it is unlikely that they will survive with such a serious injury.