Chapter 1169 (1/2)

Leisurely left the North Gate commercial street, Lao Luo flashed into the nearby alley, turned two turns, and entered a execution alley.

Standing in front of the shabby plaster wall, his outstretched hand stopped on the wall and suddenly laughed.

”Come out, don't follow.”

A man with a felt hat and an old black suit walked into the alley.

”Tut Tut, there are two sons.”

The five men standing behind him are all black suits.

With six automatic rifles in hand, six men stood at the intersection of a dead end, blocking Lao Luo's only way out.

Looking at the old Luo who has no way to escape, the man smiles happily.

”When did you notice that?”

”From when you stare at me,” Lao Luo curled his lips, and the shadow of the alley blocked his disdainful expression.

”Oh?” The man raised his eyebrows with interest. ”That's interesting. Anyone with a little bit of intelligence should not be stupid enough to go into a dead end Or are you lost? ”

Lao Luo hehe laughed, did not answer, but asked.

”Who sent you? church? Manager Wan? Or the famous commander Ding? ”

The man did not answer, just looked at Lao Luo with a smile.

See the man does not speak, Lao Luo laughs.

”Wait Isn't it the tiger Gang? ”

”Does it matter who it is?” The man whispered and snapped his fingers. ”You just need to know that someone is going to kill you. That's enough.”

The five Gunners who followed the man loaded their rifles in unison. Half a step forward, the black muzzle of the guns rocked at Lao Luo in the dead end, blocking all his life.

”Good night.” Gently lowered the brim of his felt hat, the man said in a hoarse voice, ”have a good dream.”

Lao Luo smiles.

”Good night.”

The slender knife, like a scalpel, slipped faintly from his cuff and was skillfully clamped at his fingertips.

In the dim moonlight, that touch of silver thread like glimmer, is so imperceptible.

Such as light feather, also like death's whispering, that unfinished words, along the wind blowing to the ears of the man in black.

”You too, good dream.”

……

Ping'an Street has gone to sleep, but the central Pan Asia building is now full of lights.

In the silent Shangjing City, it is like the candle of the civilized world, flickering the last trace of embers on the dark Eve.

In the conference room of the Pan Asia building, where the cabinet meeting was held by the Pan Asian high-level, the senior management of the Shangjing survivors' Union held a meeting again.

However, the nature of this meeting is somewhat different from that of the last one. The number of participants is less than half of the previous one. All of them are representatives of forces in this Pan Asian building, such as head Ding and manager Wan.

Xu Tiannan, for example, is the Archbishop of the tomb keeper sect, but after all, the whole tomb keeper sect migrated from Jiuquan. In Shangjing, he can only be regarded as an outsider. Even if he is not weak, he still can not squeeze into the core circle of Ping'an Street.

Sitting at the table, Liu sighed.

”The city gate tax of 4-point sub crystal is still too high. The survivors reacted very much. The city hall received 1000 letters of complaint one day.”

Of all the people sitting here, as mayor, he is probably the most powerless one.

The reason why he was pushed to the position of mayor is probably the result of compromise among the big men of the survival forces. Otherwise Ding Liwei or WAN Peng, any one can easily sit in this position, and can sit better and more stable than him.

”More?” Wan Peng snorted coldly, ”I still feel a little less.”

Because of NAC's big mouth, he has been bleeding a lot recently, and the warehouse has shrunk by a million. Even with his Sunday club's financial resources, the million points of sub crystal is not a small expense.

”We only put together five million,” Ding Liwei said in a deep voice. ”After all, our expenses are not small. It is impossible to squeeze out 10 million sub crystals and give them to NAC. City gate tax will continue to maintain four sub crystal bar, no matter how much resistance, it must be carried out. At least until next spring, that's our bottom line