Zeng Wei has learned to keep a low profile in recent years and is much gentler, but after all, he is also a hero who dares to chase people with a machete. The nickname: "Turt Cannon!" means that when he can tolerate it, he is like a grandson, but when he plays his life, he is also unambiguous. When the knife enters, his blood will suddenly rise. Studies have shown that when people are surging with adrenaline, the pain will decrease.

He grabbed the knife and bit the murderer with a ferocious look.

But this action...

Too redundant!

When the man saw it, he decisively released the knife and hit Zeng Wei's temple with an elbow. This made him fall down with a soft foot, so he sat down. The murderer pulled his head and pulled him to the innermost pit with great force, pressing his head in the toilet. Zeng Wei struggled hard.

Gulugulu...

This is still bubbling, and there is no struggle for a moment.

The murderer then stood up, took off his mask, threw it into the toilet, and then opened the small door calmly, walked to the sink, pressed a little shower gel and washed it, shook his hands, pulled out of the bathroom, and walked out of the bathroom. Outside, a man in work clothes was wiping the rag on the sink, and a yellow triangle sign was placed at the door, "repairs   in    progress..." (repairing).

"It's done." The murderer walked out and nodded.

The other party also nodded slightly, pinched the rag, placed it on the sink, and left side by side.

The bar is very dark and not many people are present. There are car repair icons placed at the door. I pass by in a hurry and just cursed and went to search again. Anyway, there must be more than one urine pit in the bar.

But after all, some people are impatient to wait.

Caster looked at the watch and his face was very unhappy. He rubbed his hands on his knees. Zeng Wei was too slow to go to the toilet. He stood up and walked out. A young woman came across from him, wearing a cheongsam. "Did you see Viagra?"

When the young woman saw that the person who was talking was Custer, who was also an old acquaintance, she smiled and said, "I saw him enter the bathroom. Why? Haven't you come out yet?"

It's been more than ten minutes!

Even if he smokes a cigarette, he will come back. Moreover, Zeng Wei is very particular. Although he may not tell him what is inside the gang, he will never leave him here alone for more than ten minutes. The other party is still very careful in being polite.

Custer pondered for a while, nodded, "Okay, I'll go and have a look."

He always had a little bit of an unknown premonition in his heart, and at some point a man's sixth sense is also very strong.

When he walked to the toilet door and looked at the repair sign, Custer frowned. He didn't remember that the toilet needed repair. As a regular customer, such mistakes usually won't occur. After hesitating, he walked in. The air was filled with blood, and there was a pile of blood by the urinary pool. His heart trembled, and then his mind went blank. He was so excited that he kicked the doors one by one, and finally saw it at the last door.

Zeng Wei, who was lying in the toilet, was covered in blood.

"Help!!!"

Caster just screamed.

...

The owner of the big circle, Zeng Wei, nicknamed Turtle Cannon, was killed in the bathroom!

The news suddenly exploded in the underground world in shock, and even Bai Dao reacted more or less. After all, this is considered a number one person.

And it was killed under your nose!

The chief hall, far away in Europe, was very angry and offered a reward of 20,000 US dollars to collect clues. As long as someone can provide effective clues, the money will be taken away. The most important thing is that it is not limited at all. In other words, just take it away if you talk about clues!

This is so rich, obviously it has moved their bottom line.

And some people suspect that this was done by other European gangs. Although the upper class did not say it, the people below were angry. In Paris, hundreds of life fighting between the two sides attracted the attention of the French authorities and the atmosphere was very stiff.

"Bang!"

Fang Tangjing turned over the sand heavily, and the ribs on his chest were broken! He could feel the scorching pain in his stomach. The pain made him unable to help but shout out. Wu Zhiqiang, who was opposite, was full of anger, but he still lowered his voice and almost roared.

"Bastard, what did you say?"

His tone was full of disbelief. He was in a good mood today, but his "think tank" told him that Zeng Wei was dead! And he asked someone to kill him, which made Wu Zhiqiang confused. After reacting, he kicked!

This kick was not strong enough, and fortunately Fang Tangjing was not the thin and small body. Otherwise, this kick might have really suffered.

Fang Tangjing licked his tongue, and there was still a bit of blood in his mouth, but his head was particularly clear. He stood up with great effort, holding the sand and covering his chest, "Boss Wu, this is for you! If you don't kill him, do you think Mr. Zeng will let you go? You should know better than me who he is. Now that he is dead, who will do that position? Who can be more prestigious than you in the territory of the United States? If you fight, won't Erye and the others help you?"

The second master is also Wu Zhiqiang's backer in the hall and an old man in a large circle.

The filth between Zeng Wei and him is also due to the game between the upper class.

But he is dead!

Wu Zhiqiang's eyes flashed and he gritted his teeth, "Do you know what you are doing? If others know that you have killed your own people, do you think we can survive?"

Fang Tangjing was not panicked at all and pushed his glasses up, "We don't know anything about this, and it's not ours who killed people."

He used a confident tone, raised his head and looked at Wu Zhiqiang, his eyes were very calm, calm and made the latter feel cold. He was not vague when he killed someone with his white paper fan, but he was right that the person who killed someone was Mr. Tang!

"Boss Wu, if you sit in that position, the brothers below will surround you. At that time... we have the final say in glory and wealth?"

"You... do you want to get out of the big circle?!" Wu Zhiqiang's eyes widened and he was also frightened by Fang Tangjing.

The latter stared at the other party and suddenly raised his mouth, "How is it possible that the big circle has cultivated me. I have nothing to say about his feelings, but can we just give up the benefits we need to fight for? The brothers below all rely on you for their own sake, Boss Wu."

This is…

Yellow robe?!

Although Fang Tangjing was beaten up, he was smart. He saw the weakness of human nature. Who doesn’t have any slight brilliance or greed?

He said that the Master was a saint, who traveled to the nine states and preached morality, but wasn’t he doing this just for fame?

Some people are blatantly greedy, while others are hypocritical and disguised**.

Wu Zhiqiang is less than forty years old, but he is not yet at the age of retirement. People who are in the society understand that there are only two ways in this industry, regret and climb up, and fool you into becoming a victim one day, that's all.

"The Second Master is probably not going to help us." Wu Zhiqiang took a deep breath and was finally moved.

Fang Tangjing smiled, "He just wants some pension money for retirement, so let's be more filial."

If you give money, can’t you even block the other party’s mouth?

"Then what do you give to Mr. Tang? I don't think he will care about the money."

"I promised to reach an alliance with him and to hand him over our arms business across the United States."

Wu Zhiqiang frowned and felt a little distressed.

Arms business.

That's the big head!
Chapter completed!