The pale man’s green eyes turned to look at the red chimney building in the dim night. "Even if there is a bargain to pick up, it probably won’t be so much. Let’s go to the theatre tonight."
"I’m curious to what extent that bone can be hard …"
……
Knock, knock, knock-
The hurried footsteps rang, which made Yan Yu, who was cooking tea, show an unhappy expression. He saw that Fat Luo Peng squeezed into the door in a hurry and said in a panic, "The old boss Iron Eagle is dead!"
Yan Yujiao shook her head and said, "Are you sure?"
Luo Pengli nodded. "It’s true and the situation is not good in the hot weather. You see …"
Yanyu quickly restored calm. "Iron Eagle, the two of them have just advanced to master their own strength, but the little one can kill Iron Eagle, but it cannot be taken lightly."
"Tell you what, you go to the first floor and stay with the old black guy, but I doubt if that little guy has the courage to make trouble."
YanYu smiling picked up the kettle and poured the freshly boiled water into the tea …
Luo Peng saw that the boss was so calm and had some confidence in his heart.
Yes, what am I afraid of? I can do it if I kill the Iron Eagle. It’s no big deal. We are the shadow boss and the rank 5 master, and there is the adult behind us.
How can a mere outsider have the courage to shadow us? Yes, even if he knows that our shadow did it, I think he can leave the market with his tail between his legs!
With this in mind, Luo Peng came to the lobby on the first floor from this small hall. Only a few guests had been driven away by the old black man. The thin old man was holding a long-handled axe that was almost higher than others.
The axe face was covered with dark red lines, and I don’t know if it was a natural texture or if it didn’t clean the blood.
Luo Peng’s ten stubby fingers skillfully tapped a short note on the counter. "How long has it been since we stood shoulder to shoulder with the enemy like this, old things?"
The old man sat down in the chair with a long-handled axe. "I think it has been ten years. At that time, you were not so fat now, and you were still responsible for living outside the building like the Iron Eagle."
"Ten years has passed so quickly," Luo Peng sighed with his fingers crossed. "I hope I don’t start work later. I haven’t started work with anyone for a long time, and my body may be slow."
The old man said with a so-called face, "You just have to do a good job of protection for me. I’ll take care of it. Hey, why don’t you let me take charge of the first floor and let you stay in the building?"
Luo Peng looked sad and said, "Isn’t it because I look like a boss?"
The old man sneered, "Bullshit!"
Footsteps come from outside the door
Luo Peng’s eyes were cold. "I really dare to find a door. Should I say that I am too young or should I say that he looks down on our shadow?"
The old man said with a tunnel expression, "What do you care if he does so much? Whoever wants to find shadow trouble will be finished."
A figure stumbled into the lobby. It was the red-haired element that made Luo Peng and the old man look the same when he saw that he had lost an arm.
"Luo … boss black ye, I’m back." The red-haired man looked at the two of them with a wry smile and struggled to get up and look outside.
A shadow appeared outside the door, wearing a mask, and "Death" was looking at the shadow lobby with cold eyes. "My shadow can do things on today’s scale, so I should have a table top. I didn’t expect you to do this kind of business."
"Aren’t you going to explain?"
Luo Peng slowly smoothed the wrinkles of clothes. Hehe smiled. "This is a gray city, not an urban store. It is naturally difficult to kill customers."
"Needless to say, since you can come back here, we can recognize the guests in the shadow. You can go. We promise that there will be no obstacles this time."
"Can I go?" The voice of Tianyang’s mask is getting colder and colder. "So do I have to thank you two for letting me go?"
The old man jumped up and knocked out a fine crack with the axe handle. Although he was small, his voice was quite loud. "What do you want, do you want our boss to kowtow to you and apologize?"
"That’s not true."
Tianyang said with a kind of smile, "I want to kowtow and admit what I did, but you have offended me. I’m sorry if I don’t show some sincerity. I’m not so easy to send away."
Luo Peng’s eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light shone through a crack. "What kind of sincerity do you want?"
Tianyang said faintly, "For example, if you shadow the profit for one year or return that set of level 5 media, I think this sincerity is just so-so."
"unbridled!"
"Arrogance!"
Luo Peng and the old man drank almost at the same time, and their personal aura gradually showed a little Yin Hui floating and dancing from the hair, hands or clothes surface.
Tianyang looked at Luo Peng. "It seems that you are not the shadow boss. If a boss has to be there in person, the shadow pattern is too small."
"Let me guess. Is your real boss the one named Yan Yunv?"
The old man said coldly, "Are you careless or concerned about your own situation? We have been in the shadow business for more than 30 years, and no one dares to make trouble like this. Now you are coming back."
"What if I don’t return it?" Say Tianyang stepped into the lobby.
"Looking for death!"
When the old man’s aura broke out, his eyes were full of fighting spirit, and his hands were full of silver light. The strong sense of oppression immediately filled every corner of the hall, and pieces of floor tiles shook around the shelves and counters.
Theory of momentum this old man is much stronger than the iron eagle.