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Li Yaoyang lit a cigar match, unfolded his notebook, and brought the flame closer, the red and blue flames flickered up, and a strong smell of burnt paste spread.

Roy squinted:

"You should know that I have a few points of this."

"I know, I just want to tell you that this thing is useless to me, if it burns, it burns, and even if you come up with a new one, it won't help me."

"Why are you so sure? You should know that I can call for someone to take you out at any time. Roy Haynes' square face was twisted to the extreme, almost hideous, but he was trying to suppress his anger and keep his emotions from leaking.

Li Yaoyang sighed:

"Atlantic City is not as simple as you think, this is an independent kingdom, a place outside the law, unless you send an army, otherwise..."

He looked at Roy Haynes:

"Do you have a way to mobilize the army? Do you want to ignite a war on the soil of an ugly country? ”

Although he didn't want to admit it, Roy knew very well in his heart that Li Yaoyang had no fear, and he really couldn't help it.

If it weren't for that, he wouldn't have looked ugly by himself with a notebook, but if there was a way, he would have brought someone to the door and forcibly took Li Yaoyang away.

"It seems that you don't, so what's the use of saying that? It's been two years since the ban was promulgated, do you see that ugly people drink one less bottle of wine? You have to drink it. ”

Li Yaoyang took out the checkbook, wrote a few numbers on it, signed it and pushed it over:

"Take it and buy some gifts for your brothers, and follow you with it, from New York to New Jersey to Atlantic City."

Roy picked it up and looked at it, and sneered:

"50,000 knives, you really can afford me!"

"It's not for you alone, you detective team of 4 people, you take 20,000, and the remaining few are 10,000 per person, fair!"

Roy stared at the check, his eyes full of mockery:

"Do you think I'm someone who is willing to take a bribe?"

"Man, I never thought of bribing you, it's just a little hard work, take it, you need money to boost the morale of your subordinates, otherwise, the hearts of the people will be scattered, and the team will be difficult to bring."

Tear pull~ Roy didn't say a word, and tore the check into pieces and threw it at Li Yaoyang in a few clicks:

"Put away your stinky money, we don't need it, don't think I can't help it if you hide in Atlantic City."

Li Yaoyang didn't mind, and leaned back:

"I guess when you go back, you will definitely write to your superiors to apply for an arrest warrant."

This time, Roy couldn't hold back, his eyes widened like brass bells, and the embarrassment and shock of his heart being punctured were overflowing.

"Needless to say, I guessed right, then my advice to you is to be sure to send someone to deliver the letter in person, because the mail road is too congested, there are too many letters, the timeliness is low, and it is easy to get lost."

Roy was furious, slammed his hands on the table, and with a loud bang, Steven rushed in as soon as possible:

"Sir, do you need help?"

Li Yaoyang shook his head lightly, and looked directly into Roy's eyes without fear:

"Roy, I said, you don't have a chance to catch me, whether it is past, present or future, either be friends with me, or there is only a dead end, don't believe it, let's see!"

He stopped talking, stared at him for a few seconds, snorted coldly, and shook his hand away.

Steven looked left and right, not knowing whether he should go out and give it away.

"Go and send it, etiquette is indispensable." Li Yaoyang spoke, so naturally there was no need to hesitate.

"Yes, sir."

The notebook in the trash can that has been burned to ashes, there is still heat and ashes left, and Mars is still struggling, vaguely seeing Roy's future.

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People, you can't be too proud, Wang Peng is a typical representative.

He found the pinnacle of his life under Li Yaoyang, but the good times didn't last long, and everything was ruined because of rampant.

In the Difu Tavern, he was drinking in the box, and the two young ladies accompanied him, but they didn't dare to talk and joke casually.

Bang~ The door was pushed open, and the men of the god of mourning came in with steps that the six relatives did not recognize, with mocking faces:

"The surname Wang, the boss recalled you, but he didn't raise you to drink, you have to do something."

Wang Peng was already drunk, and when he heard this, he sneered contemptuously:

"We said okay, only let me do the murder thing, what? Do you want to die? Looking for my help? ”

The man was so angry that a beer bottle was thrown at him, slammed into the wall and shattered, causing the two young ladies to scream and scream.

"Stop yelling, get out."

Wang Peng laughed:

"It's quite angry, it's really a little ghost."

"What did you say?"

"Okay, don't talk nonsense, isn't it just the boss of the Mourning God who called me over? What are you angry about? ”

Wang Peng tried to stand up, but his head was dizzy and his body shook, and the whole person fell back, but fortunately there was a sofa behind him, so he didn't fall and hurt himself.

"Bastard, do you have a kind of repeating what you just said?"

was pointed at by someone, the trump card who was already depressed, plus the drink, seriously amplified the negative emotions, and the anger rose from the heart to the guts, picked up the beer bottle and smashed it on the ground, holding the remaining half in his hand, and stabbing straight at the other party.

The man was not prepared at all, he only felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, and looked down in disbelief, half of the beer bottle was inserted in the position of the navel, which was called an accurate.

The dark red blood gushed out like a fountain, which stimulated Wang Peng's murderous spirit even more, and with one force, he entered another three inches.

"Ah!!h The man screamed miserably, attracting the attention of the people outside the box, and a swarm rushed in to see this scene.

Wang Peng was holding a beer bottle in his hand, his body and face were covered with blood, and the corners of his mouth still had a sense of revenge.

Immediately afterward, my eyes went dark and I fainted.

When I woke up again, I was still dizzy, subconsciously looking at my surroundings, there was sunshine, it was very tidy, but it was smoky.

Looking left and right, there were people on all sides, and a pair of unkind eyes stared at him, making him feel awkward.

He didn't remember what had happened before, and vaguely remembered that he had a nightmare, as if someone had come to chase him, and he was killed by himself.

"Awake?" A voice came, somewhat familiar, but full of coolness.

Following the sound and looking over, ah, it was the god of mourning, and he got up with a bone, and put on a flattering smile:

"Ouch, Brother Xing, which gust of wind brought you here? Why don't you say a word, I'll greet you personally. ”

The god of mourning is a nickname, and his name is Geng Changxing, so the people below are either called bosses or Brother Xing.

Wang Peng has a backbone in the back of his head, and he never called the boss when he followed Li Yaoyang.

The god of mourning sneered:

"Don't, don't call me brother, you are brother, Brother Wang, Brother Peng, I think you are subservient under me, in this way, in the future, you will be my position, I will call you the boss, how about it?"

Wang Peng is not stupid, he is clever, good at observing words and feelings, he originally felt that the atmosphere was wrong, and when he heard the god of mourning say this, he immediately knew that something was wrong, something was wrong, and this matter must have something to do with him.