"Then let's ......" The black figure looked at his boss with puzzled eyes, and his voice was full of hesitation.

"All we have to do is kill the leader of this group of light cavalry." The scar-faced boss stared at the campfires not far away, his gaze swept over everyone's faces.

"But, how to kill. There are so many of them protecting him. ”

"Find a way to lure him out." The Scarface boss whispered.

"But which is the leader??" The black figure looked at the campfire in the center with a confused expression, where four people were seated, three tall men, and a little boy who looked thin.

The little boy who was thin was definitely not the one they were going to kill.

But the other three tall men all looked like they were all extraordinary, which one was their target?

"Wait a minute, I'll see the portrait." The scar-faced man hesitated for a moment, then reached out and pulled a piece of paper from his bosom.

To be honest, he didn't quite know who he was going to kill.

It's just that the person who came to give them a task came with a thousand taels of silver, which is really hard to refuse.

In addition to the silver, he gave himself a portrait of the man.

The scar-faced man pulled the portrait out of his bosom, spread it out, and looked at it carefully by the moonlight overhead.

The man in the portrait has clear eyebrows and a calm demeanor, and he looks quite a fairy temperament.

The scar-faced man looked at the portrait for a while, and looked at Mo Hanqing, Mo Xiuzhu and Murong Hongyu sitting next to the bonfire for a while, and after comparing them for a long time, he finally pointed his finger at Mo Xiuzhu and said, "That's the one, the one in the middle, the one in the dark red robe." ”

"That??" Several of his subordinates followed his gaze towards Mo Xiuzhu, and after a while, he hesitated and turned back to his old avenue: "It looks like the eyebrows are indeed a little similar, but this person's temperament looks as cold as on the portrait." ”

"Yes, boss, if you want to talk about temperament, the one in the black robe next to you looks colder."

Another subordinate pointed at Murong Hongyu's expressionless face and whispered.

"That doesn't look like that." The boss with the scarface denied Murong Hongyu very simply, "However, the person in the moon-white robe, although he looks very similar to the person in the portrait, but his expression is not the same, you look at him, he smiled so flatteringly at the thin little boy next to him, he felt that he was a." ”

"Uh-huh, the boss has a point." Those few people looked in the direction of the scar-faced man's finger towards Mo Hanqing, only to see that he was holding a roasted rabbit in his hand, tearing off a rabbit leg from it with an elegant movement, and then handed it to the little boy sitting next to him with a smile, and after the little boy reached out to take it, he specially helped him blow it.

Damn, this picture.

At first glance, I feel that there is a traitor!

"So, our target is the one in the dark red robe." Scarface carefully analyzed it and made a conclusion.

"Yes." The subordinates around him answered in a whisper.

"Wait a little longer, and we'll act." The scar-faced man stared at Mo Xiuzhu with a heavy gaze, and commanded his subordinates.