Time flies so fast, and before we know it, time comes to the third night after the pub murder.

On the bustling roadside, a man with a hat and a mask quietly pushed the door into a bar on the roadside.

The glass door was pushed open, and the noisy music suddenly leaked out. But the leak only leaked for a moment. Soon, the bar door closed again, and could only snoop out of the glass door.

The man seemed to be very adapted to this kind of scene. The bright lights and the noisy music brought him excellent cover. With the music and lights on the dance floor, the young men and women who danced their bodies would not care about an ordinary person entering the bar.

The man enjoys such an environment and even relaxes his expression.

He walked straight to a remote booth and sat down, where someone was waiting for him.

The person sitting in the booth was also a man. He had big flower arms and yellow hair dyed. This was already eye-catching, but what was even more eye-catching was the red streaks of his forehead.

He put one hand on the chair in the booth, crossed his legs, saw the person sitting down, threw out a cigarette on the table, and then slowly exhaled a breath of smoke, and the white smoke spread in the air.

"Come? I can't contact you these days, I thought you were caught."

The man took off his mask, lit the cigarette, and began to suck the clouds and smog comfortably.

The face under the mask is the third hall that is wanted by the police.

"Oh, don't mention it, I chose the wrong place."

Santang looked annoyed. He hid for a few days and was also bored for a few days. At this time, it was rare that someone could tell his depression. He could not stop talking about his conversation like the reservoir where the gates were opened.

"I didn't know if it was a brain suck or something. I actually chose a place like that. The business in the tavern was so bad that there was no customer except me that night!"

If you want to attack people, the best thing is to choose a noisy environment like the one they are in now. There are many people and are relatively chaotic. With the mixed abortion, it is most likely to catch fish in troubled waters.

"I did it, but now I regret it is useless."

Huangmaoman picked up a cup next to him, poured a glass of wine and pushed it in front of him.

Santang picked up the cup and drank it all, continuing to tell his depression.

"The police are too efficient this time. Just the next day, my wanted orders were already everywhere..."

"Fortunately, I have a lot of accommodation and stockpiled a lot of food in advance, otherwise I really can't live..."

"I can only say that fortunately you were prepared..."

The yellow-haired man on the opposite side listened to him, occasionally echoing him, pouring wine for him from time to time, and before he knew it, he had already eaten a bottle of strong wine.

"...I don't know when I will hide. If you, a kid, told me that you had received the goods, I wouldn't have taken such a big risk to run out this time." Santang had a good alcohol tolerance, but before he knew it, his face was already a little red.

"I did get the goods." After almost drinking with Santang, the yellow-haired man on the opposite side took out a box from his arms and pushed it to the center of the table.

Santang reached out to get the box, but Huangmao held the box with one hand and had no intention of letting him take it away directly.

"I've forgotten the money with one hand and the goods with the other hand?"

"I said that, but I have to inspect the goods first, right?"

Although Santang drank a whole bottle of wine, it was not as drunk as it was. The two of them held the same iron box and refused to give in to each other, which was quite a tense atmosphere.

"This is natural." Huang Haired's hand slightly released and let the other party take the box over, but the light in his eyes was dark, and the person on the other side did not notice it.

While the third hall was checking the things, he poured another glass of wine. But by accident, something fell into the wine glass and dissolved in an instant.

Looking at the white powder inside, Santang was obviously satisfied.

"This time the quantity is very sufficient. Although I can't sell it because I'm wanted, it's enough for me to use it for a while."

That's right, he is a product dealer who specializes in selling this.

The reason why he killed that person in the tavern was entirely because that guy touched his interests, so he killed him without hesitation.

But the location was not selected and he was wanted.

He thought the police could not find him, after all, he had only been to the tavern a few times, and even the surname Santang was used as fake.

But who knew that the police had issued a wanted order directly, and the face on the portrait was exactly the same as his face!

Obviously, just a few times, the tavern owner had already remembered his face and provided it to the police accurately.

He took out his cell phone, transferred a sum of money to an account, and then raised his head and said, "The money should be here, take a look."

"Received." Huangmao raised his wine glass and signaled Santang to pick up the wine glass and clinked it with him.

The sound of the clash of the wine glasses sounded, accompanied by the sound of cheers.

Santang was about to drink, but suddenly he felt something cold pressing against his waist.

A man holding a cigarette appeared behind him at some point.

Santang turned around stiffly and looked at it. Sure enough, it was a cold pistol.

"Although you are a bad guy, you'd better use your surplus value before you die."

Boss Bai's cold voice came from above.

He lowered his eyes slightly to the man sitting on the chair, with no emotion in his eyes.

Although he thinks he is not a good person, he has a bottom line at least, and what he hates the most is the drug dealer.

"What...what...what...what means..."

Before death? Surplus value? Is this man planning to kill him? Who is he? Why do you know he is here?

Three children stammered inquiring.

He was pushed against the gun, and did not dare to take back the wine glass in his hand, and just kept this posture stiffly.

"What does it mean?" Boss Bai looked at the yellow hair opposite with a joking look. The yellow hair opposite was tense at this moment, and his right hand had already touched the dagger carried in the boots.

"The guy opposite you put medicine in your cup. If I guess correctly, he is going to kill you."

As for the reasons for the murder, it is easy to guess, it is just that I am afraid that this guy will confess his feelings if he goes to jail.

Hearing this, Santang's cup in his hand fell to the ground, and the glass suddenly turned into pieces.

He widened his eyes and looked at the yellow-haired man opposite him, never expecting that he would attack him here.

Huangmao couldn't see Boss Bai's gun, so he looked calm.

Although I don’t know who this guy is and how he knew that he poisoned him, it is impossible to admit it.

"What are you talking about? What poison?"

"If you say there is no, then there is no. I'm not in the mood to explain to you."

Boss Bai was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he directly slapped Huangmao's neck with a knife and knocked him out neatly.
Chapter completed!