The next day.

The furious asked Ren Qingtian to arrest Wu Zhihui and ask him for the crime, but he couldn't find Wu Zhihui, Wu Zhihui couldn't read it back, and he was wandering outside all day long, and he couldn't find anyone at all.

That's it.

A week later.

Cheong Kee Tea House.

In a small private room.

Ren Qingtian sat on the main seat in front of the tea table, sitting opposite him with a cold face, the hot charcoal under the teapot in the middle was bright and glowing, and the hot air was bubbling out of the mouth.

Behind him, at the doorway, the glasses with his head wrapped in gauze stood there, his arms hanging around his neck with gauze, extremely bleak.

"Grass."

The big mourner bit the cigarette and looked impatient: "What is Wu Zhihui doing on the street?" Fuck, the promised ten o'clock, still hasn't come yet. ”

"He didn't come, so let's drink tea."

Ren Qingtian beckoned, picked up the tea set and began to make tea, pushing the tea soup to the funeral: "A few small things, there is no need to be so angry. ”

"Here, drink tea."

Da Fu's lips squirmed, and he didn't speak.

A few minutes later.

"Excuse me."

Wu Zhihui pushed open the door and walked in, swaggering: "Brother Tian, there is a bit of traffic jam on the road, and I came a little late." ”

"You still dare to come!"

The eyes of the mourner were sharp, and the henchman Ah Jin next to him immediately pounced on Wu Zhihui and reached out to grab his neck, and Ah Ji, who was followed by Wu Zhihui, took a step forward, reached out to grab his hand, and stared at him.

Not sure why.

Ah Jin only felt that he was being stared at by Ah Ji, a little yellow hair, and there was an inexplicable sense of fear in his heart, which made him afraid, so he didn't dare to move anymore.

"Huh."

Da Fu sneered: "Wu Zhihui, you are so busy, it is so difficult for Brother Tian to find you." ”

Wu Zhihui didn't look at the mourning, strode to the tea table, pulled out the stool and sat down: "Brother Tian, you look for me." ”

"Hmm."

Ren Qingtian nodded, helped Wu Zhihui pour a cup of tea and pushed it over: "Two things, let's talk about the first thing first." ”

He gestured to the glasses standing at the door: "I heard, you hit the glasses?" ”

"Hmm..."

Glasses Bing hurriedly walked up and nodded like pounded garlic.

He is so pitiful now, he went to the hospital and had a lot of stitches on his mouth, leaving four scars, and whether he can speak normally in the future is a matter of two words, and the cobra tattoo on his hand was also cut off by Wu Zhihui's lazy waist.

"Hmm."

Wu Zhihui nodded happily, and did not deny it: "I didn't take me seriously at all, I personally went out to teach him a lesson, isn't it too much?" ”

"Uh..."

Ren Qingtian was stunned when he heard this, he didn't expect Wu Zhihui to be so straightforward.

"Shovel!"

Da Fu slapped it on the table, and he was directly angry: "Glasses Bing is my person, you say you can beat it?" ”

"What's wrong with hitting him? Can't you fight? ”

Wu Zhihui turned his head and squinted at Da Fu: "You still have to thank me, the loss is in my field, if it is in someone else's field, it is not as simple as being beaten, and if you don't die." ”

"You should thank me, Brother Mourning!"

Since the mourning sees that he is not smooth, Wu Zhihui will not give him any face, go to your yard, give you face and call the mourning brother, don't give you face, and do not make mistakes.

"Okay."

Da Fu bit and stood up: "Brother Tian, it's not that I don't want to give you face, it seems that there is no talk about it, I'm leaving." ”

"Huh?"

Ren Qingtian frowned, the smile on his face disappeared, and he looked at the big funeral, his eyes were sharp.

He stopped talking and looked at Ren Qingtian, and then sat down again.

"What about this matter, you said you would do it now."

Ren Qingtian pondered for a moment: "That's it, the glasses are not right first, and the fight is all over, there is nothing to do." ”

"Hui Zai, you can take some soup and medicine money for Glasses Bing, and this matter will be over."

"Okay, since Brother Tian has spoken, give Brother Tian a face."

Wu Zhihui reached out and took out a stack of banknotes, quickly clicked his fingers, and pulled out a thousand yuan and put it on the table: "Take it to buy medicine." ”

"Wu Zhihui!"

The funeral laughed angrily, gritted his teeth and whispered: "The medical expenses are more than 10,000 yuan!" A thousand dollars, you send him with this? ”

Really.

The mouth was stabbed, not to mention the stitches, and just cleaning up the glass slag left inside was time-consuming and laborious, not to mention how painful the process was.

"Last time, I was beaten by me, I gave three thousand, this time it was for the sake of your face, I took one thousand."

Wu Zhihui looked up at the mourning, the two looked at each other, and then put the handful of banknotes in his hand directly on the table: "My money is here, I only give a thousand, if you think it is less, you can reach out and take it!" ”

"Huh?"

Da Fu stared at Wu Zhihui, and his whole breathing was a little rougher: "Are you in the big me?!" ”

Wu Zhihui dares to be so crazy?!

"It has nothing to do with you, I have something to do with Glasses Bing, since he has found it, then I'll talk to him."

"You, come here."

Wu Zhihui hooked his hand at the glasses standing there, and the glasses cringed and hesitated a few times before coming up.

"Looking for Brother Tian to sue? You're very rammed. ”

Wu Zhihui looked his glasses up and down: "Why are you like a primary school student, you lost a fight outside and went home to complain to your parents?" ”

"Come!"

He reached out and grabbed the little arm of Glasses Bing, the needle that had just been sewn on his arm was grabbed by Wu Zhihui, the wound was torn and the blood gradually dyed the gauze red, waiting for Glasses Bing: "I will give you a thousand soup for medicine, do you want it or not?!" ”

"Don't, I know what you say, I'll give you more!"

"Ahh Whew..."

The glasses made a painful sound, tears were about to come out, looking at Wu Zhihui, who had sharp eyes, he nodded busily and said vaguely: "Yes, yes, enough, enough." ”

"Hahaha, that'll do."

Wu Zhihui laughed and stuffed a thousand yuan into Bing's hand: "Take it to buy medicine." ”

Then he looked at the mourning: "Brother mourning, you also saw it, the glasses Bing said it's okay, I've solved this matter, it's okay?" ”

"Okay, okay."

Da Fu glared at Bing viciously, gritted his teeth and nodded: "Since he thinks it's okay, I have nothing to say." ”

"It's just that I have something to inform you, the market is not good now, and I can't guarantee that you have all the territory."

Since you Wu Zhihui is so rammed? That's okay, I'll be your person.

"Ah, I understand, you're leaving?"

Wu Zhihui showed a surprised expression: "That's great, I've been busy with the affairs of the night girl these days." ”

"I still want to inform you that in the future, those smugglers in your hands will not be sent to my yard, I'm afraid something will happen."

"Since Brother Mourning said so, it's just right, everyone doesn't have to be embarrassed, hahaha..."

"You..."

Listening to Wu Zhihui's words, the whole person's expression froze.

Originally, I still wanted to get Wu Zhihui rightly, but I didn't expect Wu Zhihui to take the initiative to draw a line with himself?

Looking at him, it seems like he's just waiting for himself to say this?!

"Big mourner."

Wu Zhihui took the tea and drank it all, the corners of his mouth were slightly disdainful: "Do you think I was just talking casually in front of Uncle Xing and Feilong that day?" ”

"I, Wu Zhihui, never rely on anyone to eat, it doesn't matter if you don't look down on me, continue to engage in your smuggling, it's just that you have to be careful, don't be swept away by the bad guy one day."

"But my territory, you can take a good look, I will open the nightclub behind the police station, above board!"