Hu Fu Wu Bei Zhao Nianxia

Leaving the warehouse alone, Wu Bei walked straight to the small restaurant Luo Hu had mentioned.

There is only one restaurant near the whole wholesale market, so the recognition is still very high.

Although it was already late at night, there were still many diners drinking and eating in the restaurant.

Staring at the huge floor-to-ceiling windows for a few moments, Wu Bei ran to the nearby clinic to buy a disposable mask and a syringe, and then walked slowly into the restaurant.

"Come to a bowl of noodles!"

He casually found a seat by the window, Wu Beichong greeted the waiter, and began to observe.

According to Luo Hu, the people who talked about them sat in the hall, and without much effort, he set the target.

At a table for ten people near the center, more than a dozen adult men sat crookedly.

They all have big arms and round waists, some are shirtless, and some are embroidered with colorful and low-quality tattoos. Judging from their appearance, these people should be coolie loaders.

"It's not me bragging, that Huxiao company is only good for three days, Wang Shun, the recruiter, has worked with me before, be honest! He can manage a fart!"

"There's also Qi Jinlong, who is so loud, he's actually a pony from the lottery shop next to the hospital!"

"Brother Wei from Aoxue Group, you can do this job well, and recruit all of us as security guards. The security guards of Aoxue Group are so awesome, even the police station dares to stop them!"

"Cheers, cheers, it's all up to Brother Sloppy to lead us brothers!"

Wu Bei pricked up his ears and listened for a while, then he could see that the leader of this group was a guy with a crew cut sitting in the middle.

The flat-headed man was called Sloppy Brother by others. He was probably in his early forties, with a full face and a python-wrapped sword with stripes on his left arm. It was obvious that he was not a product of this era.

In the past, Wu Shihao's construction site raised quite a few of these sloppy dudes, all of whom had played in the society for a few days when they were young, but they didn't really understand how to play.

This type of people is not complicated, they work for money, and do whatever they want, but it is impossible to expect them to help with major and important cases, but if they have the courage, they will either make a name for themselves when they are young, or they will end up in prison.

"It's done. There will definitely be a lot of benefits and work. If things get messed up, you are ready to run away. I don't need to tell you who Han Wei is. You can go out and find out yourself."

After more than an hour, the group was full of food and drink, and Brother Sloppy uttered a harsh word surrounded by everyone.

Several men immediately made various guarantees and flattery.

Wu Bei put the meal money on the table, and followed him out calmly.

At the entrance of the restaurant, Brother Sloppy separated from the others. He held a toothpick in his mouth and made a phone call with a lascivious expression: "Honey, is your husband at home? Okay, I'll go over later, wash Xiangxiang and wait for me..."

"Go on a date, Brother Sloppy!"

Wu Bei took two quick steps and pushed forward.

"Play for a while, you are..."

Brother Sloppy turned his head slowly, and when he saw Wu Bei with a black mask covering his face, he instinctively wanted to run.

"Have you heard of the blood-seeing throat-sealing needle in Mansi? Move it! It will kill you!"

Wu Bei took out the syringe he had prepared in advance, and directly stuck it in Brother Sloppy's neck.

"Brother, I have no money!"

Feeling that the cold needle tip was about to pierce his skin, brother sloppy shivered in fright and quickly raised his hands.

"Let's chat in another place, and you can recall it carefully. Han Wei even told you what you were doing. If you dare to say a word of nonsense, your dead body will probably be in the headlines tomorrow!"

Wu Bei put his arm around Brother Sloppy's shoulders, and pushed him towards the small alley opposite.

"Have you thought about it?"

Walking to the end of the alley, Wu Bei was not afraid of Gou Ri's escape, so he let go of him and grinned.

"Fuck Nima!"

Seeing that there was no needle point threat, Brother Sloppy raised his fist fiercely and slammed it at Wu Bei's face.

He was fast, and Wu Bei was even faster. When he raised his leg, a whip kicked heavily on Sloppy's face, kicking him upside down.

"To kill you!"

The sloppy brother was so fierce that he picked up half of the brick and wanted to shoot it.

Wu Bei came later, grabbed the opponent's wrist with one hand, and then carried it on his shoulder. He fell on his back on the spot, knocking the [-]-pound sloppy brother to the ground.

"Ouch.. Ouch.."

Brother Sloppy clutched his lower back in pain and howled miserably.

"Don't cry without seeing the coffin!"

Wu Bei put one knee against Brother Sloppy's chest, took out a syringe filled with mineral water, and stabbed it at his forearm.

"Don't..don't.."

Brother Sloppy struggled violently in fear, but Wu Bei had already pushed the needle to the bottom.

Wu Bei stood up, pulled off the mask on his face, and chuckled like a devil: "You still have 10 minutes to think about it. When the time is up, the medicine will take effect, and the god Da Luo will not be able to save you!"

Brother Sloppy lay on the ground, his whole body shaking violently like chaff, please give me the antidote, please.

Looking at his pitiful appearance, Wu Bei suddenly remembered a sentence he had read in a magazine: No matter how ridiculous a lie is, someone will always believe it!

Wu Bei looked down from a high position and said: I have the antidote, it depends on whether you cooperate or not, you have 9 minutes left...