Chapter 1700

"The tea master is dead... You guys... Don't you have anything to say?" An old man in his late fifties, with short and disordered hair mixed with wisps of white hair, has a depressed face, two legs cocked, his upper body propped up on his legs, two hands slanted together, and a half burnt cigarette between his right index finger and middle finger.

The butcher, with a big stick bone in his hand and a greasy mouth, muttered: "you were appreciated in front of Lord Canghai just now. Why are you still asking our opinions now..."

the old man raised his head and looked at him with a frown. His voice was a little harsh and said: "what's wrong with me asking a question in the meeting? When the tea master is dead, his influence is a big cake. Who doesn't want to nibble on this cake? "

"That's a good thing to say, but my colleagues who have worked together for three years have never been the first seven. Are we a group of ambitious wolves thinking about swallowing his legacy? So what have we become? Hungry wild dog... "Bandaged all over, leaving only a pair of long and narrow eyes of the power leader said, his eyes showed a trace of disdain.

"Hum!" White puppet cold stuffy hum a, "as you say, this cake is the most delicious piece, is also the largest piece, I want white puppet!"

"Why?" Or the bandage man with dark eyes, his voice is hoarse and sharp, "you white puppet! What's the qualification of a power leader who lives by eating other people's scraps underground? "

"Me?" The white puppet sneered, threw the cigarette end on the ground, and the thick soled leather shoes crushed the sparks. "I did what the tea master couldn't do! I'll do the things he can't do, and I'll inquire about the information he can't get! So... Are you satisfied? "

The butcher chuckled twice, threw his big stick bone on the ground, and wiped his greasy fingers on his chest.

"Bai Gui, you are really bold. I hope you don't want to be the next tea owner... Ho ho, but after all, the tea owner was engaged in intelligence trafficking, you were engaged in smuggling, and you have the courage to take over this mess. My butcher doesn't mind. Anyway, if one of you dies, it won't delay my butcher's business."

"Fat man is right. Since Bai Gui has put all your words here, I certainly have nothing to say. Hot potato is picked up by your brother. It's too late for us to thank you, isn't it? Ha ha ha ha ha The bandage man sneered madly twice, only his eyes were scarlet, scarlet and bloodshot. It looks like a beast at the moment.

White puppet looked at the irony of several people in front of him, but he didn't think much of it. Instead, he looked at them scornfully and said with a sneer, "didn't you just listen to me? What tea can't do, I can do it! I'm very clear about who the welcome ceremony is for. "

In this small bedroom, the butcher shook his head and stood up from the soft leather sofa filled with high-grade goose down. It seemed that his hands were not clean. He turned to pick up a piece of cold cloth on the sofa and rubbed a pair of thick and short fat hands. Then he put them into his arms and walked out of the room.

The white puppet's eyelids jumped and looked at the butcher's way of not giving face at all. He was cold and didn't say a word. On the contrary, the bandage man's body trembled and sneered violently, "white puppet, do you see? It doesn't matter if information is not. It doesn't matter if you die, you know? "