1115: C1115 Aquarium

C1115 Aquarium

Something that makes the weasel sick must be extraordinary.

Just now, when he reached under the other party's skirt, he touched something that should never have appeared on a woman's body.

Recalling the scene of him hugging an old man and kissing him fiercely, and the baby being long and baby short, the weasel wanted to vomit out the bile as well.

The woman in red stood by the side, looking at the weasel that was continuously vomiting with interest. Finally, she opened her mouth and said, "Next time, you don't have to go around in such a big circle to treat a woman. Just be more direct."

His voice was rough and deep. It was completely different from his lovely face.

Hearing this coarse male voice, the weasel vomited even more violently.

"F * ck, you damn transvestite, you dare to trick me!"

The weasel felt that it had suffered a great humiliation. It grabbed an ash cylinder from the bedside table and threw it at the other party fiercely.

Pah!

However, the other party merely raised his hand lightly, and the urn made of tempered glass exploded with a bang in midair.

The weasel suddenly stopped all its movements.

Although he had never been in martial arts before, he had always been a brave and fierce hooligan since he was young. He had also seen some true experts.

Just based on this move of his opponent, he knew that if he were to meet force with force today, even if he risked his life, he might not be able to harm his opponent in the slightest.

At this moment, the weasel was especially regretful. In order to make it convenient for him to "do things," he had sent a message to his subordinates on the way here. He told them to retreat at least three kilometers away from his mansion, and not to let anyone get close to him.

Actually, logically speaking, there was no need for this. The weasel only did this because he wanted to show off the proverb "retreat" that he had just learned.

In the end, he finally acted big this time!

However, he was someone who had seen the world. He quickly calmed himself down and slowly lit a cigarette. He looked at the other party and said indifferently, "I apologize for offending you in the bar today."

"It's just that this matter can't be entirely blamed on me. It's just a normal spouse seeking instinct. However, since the matter has already been done, even if you kill me, it will be of no help."

"How about this, you tell me a number and I'll treat it as making friends."

Although the weasel loved to show off, he was a person with high EQ. He understood very well that in this world, the most direct and effective way to solve problems was money.

However, the other party did not even look at the cheque. He only said, "Help me find someone."

"Find someone?"

The weasel asked doubtfully, "Who?"

The other party took out his phone and pulled out a photo from it and placed it on the table.

This was a photo that his two companions had sent over in the afternoon after they had gone to investigate the clues they had obtained from the gambling ship.

On the way back, the two companions had rushed back. This red dressed man had originally planned to wait for his two companions to return before talking about it. However, he had not expected to bump into the big brother of the underground world of Nanjiang when he had accidentally gone to the bar to have fun.

Although the Red Shirt Sect did not belong to the underground underworld, they had dealt with many underground powers. They knew very well that sometimes, it was better to find people than to patrol the police station.

The picture on the phone screen was a screenshot of the gambling ship. It was very blurry, and only half of the face and the back of the person could be seen.

However, the weasel recognized the person at a glance. It was Yang Xuan!

"This picture of yours is too blurry. How can I recognize it? Is there any clearer picture?"

The weasel's EQ was extremely high. There was no trace of him knowing this person on his face.

However, he was not facing an ordinary person this time.

This man in a red dress was the third son of the Red Cloaked Cult's Devil Luo Three Walker!

His cultivation had long since become observant. No matter how well the weasel hid himself, the strange look that flashed across its eyes was still unable to escape the eyes of the red dress man.

Pah!

The weasel felt as if a heavy hammer had suddenly smashed into its chest. It felt as if its chest was about to burst open, and it could not help but spurt out a mouthful of red blood!

However, the man in the red dress was still sitting at least three or four meters away from him. He did not even see how the other party had attacked!

"If there is another half a word of lie, I will make you wish you were dead."

The man in the red dress said lightly.

"D * mn, why are you in such a hurry? If you beat me to death, who will help you find someone?"

The weasel felt like his chest was about to explode. "Can you hear me out?"

"I'm just asking if you have any clearer photos. Did I say that I don't know him?"

"Yes, these two photos are very similar to one person, but they are so vague. How can I confirm it for you 100%?"

"It's my honor to be able to work for an unparalleled expert like you today."

"You were able to find me because you gave me enough face. Can I make this matter go wrong? Seriously, let me confirm it again!"

The weasel endured the pain in his chest and carefully examined the two photos. Then, it slowly got up and walked forward with the photos.

The man in the red dress frowned, and an extremely sharp killing intent burst out from him.

"What's wrong with you? We're all cultured people. Don't act like you want to fight and kill every now and then!"

The weasel rolled his eyes and said, "Are you afraid that I'll run away? Can I, Huang, be that kind of person? "

"If you don't believe me, go and ask around in the martial arts world. Who doesn't know that I, Huang, have a nickname called Honest Little Lang Jun?"

"Since I promised to help you settle this matter, I definitely won't drop the ball. I just want to pour a cup of water to moisten my throat. Really."

As the weasel spoke, it bent over and took a cup from the side to pour a cup of water. Just as it was about to drink, its gaze suddenly focused outside the window and said in surprise, "F * ck, there's a UFO!"

The red dressed man instinctively turned his head.

The weasel almost simultaneously stretched out its hand towards the door handle and pressed down, pulling open the door and fleeing.

The man in the red dress looked at the empty door. He was not angry. Instead, a strange smile appeared on his lips.

"Idiot! Just you wait! You're still a little too fucking tender to fight me!"

The weasel that had escaped from the Rising to the Heaven crawled along the stairs and rushed downstairs while speaking loudly.

No matter what, he was still the "big brother" of the Nanjiang. It would be ugly for him to run away with his tail between his legs. Therefore, he had to say those words.

Bang!

Just as the weasel rushed to the first floor and was about to rush out of the front hall, it suddenly felt as if a red shadow had flashed in front of it, and then its entire body seemed to have been installed with a wall. It was knocked back a few meters and fell to the ground with a thud.

When he saw the "wall" in front of him, his hair stood on end!1

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