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Chapter 677 6 Knives

Chapter 677 Six Thousand Knives

Ye Changqing sat on the sofa, his face calm and composed. He looked at Master Hong, whose expression kept changing, and said calmly, "What are you looking at?

If you want to die, I can help you do it."

Ye Changqing's voice was very casual, just like two friends meeting and asking each other if they had eaten.

Zhou Lehong was startled, although Ye Changqing spoke in a light tone.

But he had seen Ye Changqing kill people.

He was inexplicably felt a sense of fear and subconsciously took two steps to the side, increasing the distance between himself and Mr. Hong.

I’m afraid that when Master Hong dies.

Blood splattered on his body. Mr. Hong's face was gloomy and uncertain.

Ye Changqing's simple words sounded like thunder in his ears.

The scene of Ye Changqing taking action kept flashing through his mind.

Click~

Click~

Click~

……

The sound of fists smashing the larynx seemed to ring in my ears.

He was suddenly horrified.

Several men covered their necks, trying to breathe fresh air but unable to do so, looking like they were struggling to survive.

It’s vivid in my mind.

In an instant, sweat broke out on his forehead. He waved his hands hurriedly: "No, no, no... I don't want to die.

I just wanted to tell you.

If you need a body collected, just tell me.

I will be there whenever you call me.”

Ye Changqing waved his hand: "Go away!"

ah~

Mr. Hong responded and walked out with his suitcase.

Seeing him leave, Ye Changqing also stood up and said to Zhou Lehong and Wang Qiaoqiao, "Let's go too."

As he spoke he walked towards the door.

Zhou Lehong and Wang Qiaoqiao immediately followed behind.

it's dark.

Ye Changqing walked in the alley, relying on the lights coming through the windows of the surrounding buildings.

You can see tents in the alley and people sitting by the wall drinking.

Seeing this scene, Ye Changqing had an indescribable feeling.

This situation is almost never seen in Songjiang City.

I didn't expect that there were people sleeping on the streets in the alley.

Wang Qiaoqiao followed Ye Changqing closely, occasionally pulling at his clothes with her hands.

At this moment, she seemed to have forgotten Ye Changqing's brutality in killing people.

Ah ~

She seemed to step on something and suddenly screamed.

Ye Changqing was also startled and stopped: "What are you shouting?"

Wang Qiaoqiao pointed at the ground: "Corpse...corpse...there's a dead person."

Ye Changqing looked down and saw a man with an unshaven beard lying on the ground.

If you listen carefully, you can even hear the snoring of someone sleeping. Ye Changqing said coldly: "I'm sleeping, what's the point of calling a corpse?

Don’t talk nonsense.”

go to bed?

Wang Qiaoqiao stretched her head out suspiciously to check, and seemed to hear the sound of someone sleeping. She patted her chest and said, "I'm so scared. Sleeping on the street.

I thought I had stepped on a dead body."

Ye Changqing turned around and asked Zhou Lehong: "Are we there yet?"

Zhou Lehong pointed to a place with rainbow lights at the end of the alley: "It seems to be right there."

Ye Changqing continued to walk forward: "Please contact Aldington."

Zhou Lehong took out his phone and sent a text message. He quickly received a reply: "He will be here soon. Let's wait at the bar for a while."

Ye Changqing quickened his pace. He wanted to find Chen Xuewen quickly and leave Houston as soon as possible.

I'm not used to eating here.

What’s more important is that this place… feels like it’s full of traps.

His comrades were all wolves, and he felt even more alienated from the strange foreigners.

He especially wants to go back to Songjiang.

Even when he returned to Shajing Village and was talked about by several women at the village entrance, he felt it was a pleasure.

It seems that pointing and talking about prisoners in labor camps or wives running away is no longer annoying.

Because they are just talking.

And my comrades here are really terrible.

When he reached the door of the bar, he pushed it open and went in.

The moment he opened the door, strong drum beats and magical electronic music rushed into his ears like a tide. He even felt that the air was vibrating with the music.

The lights in the bar were dim.

The flashing neon lights are dazzling.

He stood at the door, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the dim environment before walking towards the bar.

Look around as you walk.

There were a lot of people in the bar, dancing on the dance floor, in the aisles, in front of the bar, people were dancing everywhere.

Even the guests in the booths, holding their wine glasses, were twisting their bodies.

The people in the bar have a wide age range, including young people in their twenties, young people in their thirties and forties, and middle-aged people in their fifties and sixties.

And there are people of all races in the bar, black, white, and yellow.

Ye Changqing walked through the crowd and squeezed in front of him. He found an empty seat and sat down directly. Zhou Lehong and Wang Qiaoqiao walked over and stood in front of Ye Changqing.

The two people kept looking around.

Ye Changqing found that everyone around him was holding a wine glass, except him, Zhou Lehong, and Wang Qiaoqiao, who were empty-handed, looking particularly different.

Ye Changqing wrote a sentence on his phone, asked the app to translate it, and then patted the bar. The barista looked over and he extended the screen over.

The bartender made an OK gesture, then poured three glasses of wine and placed them in front of Ye Changqing.

Ye Changqing picked up a cup and sat there without drinking, but felt that he had integrated into the surrounding environment.

Zhou Lehong picked up a cup and was about to take a sip when a man suddenly walked out from beside him: "Hey, buddy.

Who is Zhou Lehong?

Zhou Lehong quickly put down his wine glass, reached out and shook his hand: "I am Zhou Lehong." Next to him, Ye Changqing looked at Oldington carefully. He was about thirty years old, with messy yellow hair, fair skin, and a beard.

The man wore a gold necklace around his neck, a watch on his left hand, and a metal bracelet on his right hand.

She looks fashionable, mature and quite wealthy.

Oldington smiled and said, "Welcome to Houston."

As he spoke, his eyes fell on Ye Changqing, looking him up and down, and then looked at Wang Qiaoqiao.

Zhou Lehong introduced them with a smile: "These two are my classmates. They came to Houston to play together."

Oldington reached out and shook hands with Ye Changqing, saying welcome to Houston.

Then he pulled Zhou Lehong aside.

Seeing this, Wang Qiaoqiao said to Ye Changqing, "What if Zhou Lehong really sells us both to others?" Ever since she learned that Zhou Lehong had sent many laborers abroad, she has been extremely wary of this former classmate.

Seeing Zhou Lehong chatting with Oldington alone, her heart suddenly rose to her throat.

Ye Changqing said calmly: "It's sold if it's sold."

Wang Qiaoqiao frowned and became even more worried.

Oldington pulled Zhou Lehong out of the bar, and stopped about ten meters away. "Mr. Zhou, what's your relationship with those two people?"

Zhou Lehong smiled and said, “They are classmates, but they owe me a lot of money.

It’s probably over one million yuan. They said they are willing to work to pay it back.

How much are you going to give me?"

Oldington smiled and said, "Ten thousand dollars."

Zhou Lehong took out a pack of cigarettes, popped one out, and handed it to Oldington: "I brought it to you, can't you give me a little more?"

Oldington took the cigarette and said, "I can't make the decision. I'll call and ask."

Zhou Lehong nodded: "Thank you for your hard work."

Aldington picked up the phone and walked aside, chatting for a while, then came back and said to Zhou Lehong: "I'm sorry."

Zhou Lehong shrugged: "Forget it, let's keep the old price.

Ten thousand dollars."

Oldington shook his head. "I'm sorry, the boss can only give you six thousand dollars."