Chapter 167 (1/2)

”Brother Luo, brother Zi.”

”Detective Zhuang.”

Not long.

A GUI, a Sen, Chaozhou porridge, brother Sheng.

All the speakers of the four families entered the lobby on the third floor alone and said hello to the three big men sitting in the hall.

Lard arrived a few minutes later than Zhuang Shikai and was standing next to him to eat.

All four people were cut out in plain clothes, and they didn't have any weapons. After entering the villa, it is a piece of fat that can be slaughtered.

There's no way. They're just eating in Rogo. Why do they bring guns in to pose a threat to Rogo? Usually nothing happens. It's really something. Smart people shouldn't come in.

As a big man, Luo Ge prefers to nod his head and talk about things, rather than make friends with people in the community.

You need to call lard.

Every time he chats with the community and family, lard acts as a microphone around him. By the way, it can also play the role of neutralizer, adjust the atmosphere in the field and let him better control the situation at the scene.

At the moment, Leiluo was sitting on the main seat with a cigar in his mouth. He saw the four people come in and nodded gently, ”HMM.”

Zhuang Shikai sat in a chair on the right, holding a cup of coffee in one hand, with a cold and murderous expression.

Rose is temporarily hidden behind the scenes, standing behind a screen in the corner of the lobby to enjoy antiques.

”Hey, hey,” lard stood at his desk with a big belly and sent his favorite mung bean cake to his mouth.

”I'm afraid something will happen today.” Seeing the bad atmosphere in the venue, the four speakers felt bad at the bottom of their hearts. They found a suitable chair to sit down. They were a little nervous at the bottom of their hearts.

Luo Ge has always been calm and steady, but he didn't stand up to meet them today, which is an attitude to deal with them.

Lard is always like this every time he cuts. He looks like he's smiling and hiding a knife. Looking at his expression is better than watching the weather forecast.

Not to mention Zhuang Shikai! Detective Zhuang didn't even hum. The murderous look in his eyes told you that I wanted to kill one of you today!

Although a GUI and a Sen can guess who the three big men who divide the cake will do to. But it has nothing to do with their fear.

You never know who will die until the last moment in the Jianghu. What if Rogge temporarily changes his attention, or detective Zhuang suddenly sees others unhappy?

The bad luck was not Chaozhou porridge, but the losers among the other three people present.

Everyone's heart strings were stretched, waiting for lard to speak.

Lard saw that everyone looked at him and ate the last piece of mung bean cake with a smile: ”did you hear about Yun coming to the teahouse two days ago?”

”Chaozhou porridge! Why did you send someone to kill detective Zhuang“

After swallowing the mung bean cake, lard didn't hide it. At the beginning, he immediately changed his face and questioned Chaozhou porridge.

Chaozhou porridge was dressed in a black short lapped mandarin jacket and sat on a nearby wooden chair.

When he heard this, his mind suddenly clicked and said in a secret way: when did I send someone to kill detective Zhuang?

”Lard! Don't talk nonsense! When did I send someone to kill detective Zhuang? ” Chaozhou porridge is straightforward and can say whatever comes to mind.

A GUI and a Sen sat next to each other, sighed softly and said to themselves: there should be nothing wrong with them.

Chaozhou porridge has been messed up by business recently. I'm upset. Now lard's first sentence is aimed at him. Of course, he won't give lard face.

Besides, this is not the time to give face. Detective Zhuang and Rogge were staring at him. If he dares to admit that he sent someone to kill detective Zhuang, I'm afraid he will be killed by detective Zhuang at the next moment.

He really didn't send anyone to do such a thing! Even if someone kills rose once! And failed!

”Oh, when you sent someone to cut the roses in Yunlai teahouse, you cut detective Zhuang!”

Lard showed a sneer.

Zhuang Shikai sat beside him with a serious expression.