"We have already gone around once and we are sure that no one is alive." Dongfang Bo patted his chest.
"Well done, let's retreat." Qin Wushuang left first.
Tonight's goal was successfully achieved. The Han family no longer exists, and the Qin family has lost a minion.
"Dongfang Bo, the boss is gone, it's time for us to say goodbye." Ji Wuqing called out.
"What are you arguing about? What's there to argue about?" Dongfang Bo pretended to be confused and didn't understand what was going on.
"Do you still remember the bet we made?"
"Hey, if you hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten. Ji Wuqing, when you go home tonight, make me a bowl of ginger tea to drive away the cold, and then bring the chamber pot to my room."
There is a toilet but I just don’t use it. I just play.
"Fuck you, you won? Do you want to show off your face? Are you kidding me?" Ji Wuqing was furious and started cursing.
"That's right, I killed 655 of them. How many do you have? If I remember correctly, you only have 650." Dongfang Bo blurted out.
The numbers are so accurate, they can't be nonsense.
"Bullshit, just your fourth uncle's sour fart." Ji Wuqing denied it, "It's true that I have 650, but you have 645 at most. Do you think it's interesting to say 10 more?"
"That's nonsense. Even if I'm uneducated, I wouldn't make a mistake in counting hundreds. How could I not understand something that a second grader can do?" Dongfang Bo reasoned.
"You didn't count wrongly, but you deliberately added ten people. We are all men, men with arms, who can stand tall and proud. If we lose, we lose. It's not shameful to lose, but it's shameful to deny it." Ji Wuqing provoked him.
"I didn't add anyone on purpose, I just killed six hundred and fifty-five people." Dongfang Bo insisted, no matter what he said, it was six hundred and fifty-five.
"Okay, okay, I know who you are, Dongfang Bo. I used to think that the boss's man was an upright man, honest and upright. But now it seems that he is just so-so. It's better for us to have less contact in the future." Ji Wuqing said contemptuously.
The two of them said goodbye as if they were playing house, without even having time to wave goodbye.
"I think so too. Someone lost and instead blamed others for counting wrongly, why not look for the reasons in himself?" Dongfang Bo curled his lips.
"Dongfang Bo, how about we have a fight? If you lose, I'll be your younger brother."
"I'll play with you, kid."
"I don't dare."
"Childish." Dongfang Bo snorted coldly, "The boss has more important things to do tomorrow. How can we fight to the death and both suffer losses now?"
"Taking you, Ji Wuqing, as the boss's biggest mistake in life is that he only cares about himself and ignores the overall situation. He is short-sighted and has a bubble in his brain." Dongfang Bo cursed him in a series of ways.
"You..." Ji Wuqing pointed with trembling fingers, turned around and left.
The two parted on bad terms, neither of them convinced.
It was originally a friendly match, winning or losing was secondary and friendship was primary.
Now the situation is completely reversed and the competition has become the first.
As for who killed more people, perhaps only the two of them know the truth, and no one else can know.
Return to the courtyard.
Qin Wushuang took a hot bath and felt comfortable. Just as he lay down, he heard a knock on the door.
“Knock, knock, knock!”
"Who is it?" Qin Wushuang sat up and asked.
"Mr. Qin." Someone outside called out.
Qin Wushuang: “???”
The voice sounded extremely unfamiliar, so he probably didn't know her. Qin Wushuang had an extraordinary memory, and most of the people he had come into contact with were imprinted in his mind, so he could tell who they were at the first moment.
Even if there is only sound, you will know it accurately.
However, Qin Wushuang had no impression of the people outside.
"Come in." Qin Wushuang became alert and focused.
The door opened and two beautiful women, about twenty years old, came in.
She is over 1.7 meters tall, wearing a miniskirt and exquisite makeup. Her appearance can be rated 60 or 70 points, which is above average.
She has a slim figure, and her high heels highlight her graceful curves. Because it was raining, her hair was wet, and there was a kind of wet temptation hidden in it.
"You are..." Qin Wushuang asked doubtfully.
"Mr. Qin, don't pretend to be ignorant when you know the truth." The two women came to Qin Wushuang's bedside with confidence.
"No, who are you?" Qin Wudi was confused and still didn't understand.
"Mr. Qin, are you playing a joke on us? We two sisters are yours tonight. Do whatever you want. We will fully cooperate with you." One of them simply sat on the edge of the bed and began to take off his shoes.
"Wait, who asked you to come?" Qin Wushuang stopped them in time. He was not a child, nor was he a rookie who knew nothing.
From their conversation, I could roughly guess the nature of the two women's jobs: high-end escorts.
I heard that the quality here in Beijing is good. With their figure, looks, and age, and two of them together, the price for one night will not be less than five figures.
"Mr. Qin, didn't you ask us to come here?" one of the women asked in surprise.
"No." Qin Wushuang had no idea there was such a thing. "I don't need any service. Please go back to where you came from."
"Mr. Qin, you don't like us?"
"It doesn't matter. We have many sisters. Just look at which one you like and I will arrange it for you. I guarantee that you will be satisfied and feel light-hearted." The woman pretended to take out her cell phone and let Qin Wushuang choose someone.
"Stop, stop, stop. I need to rest. Please leave immediately." Qin Wushuang was unromantic and spoke coldly with a frown.
"Mr. Qin, are you sure? We won't refund the money we've taken."
"Go away." Qin Wushuang lost his patience and drove them away.
What is this? It’s bullshit. Do I need them to fill the gap in my night?
No matter how high-end they are, they are still peripheral; no matter how young they are, they are still not mainstream. Qin Wushuang is not so hungry.
There are three or four women, and each one of them is far superior to them.
I'm used to driving a sports car, so how can I ride a three-wheeled motorcycle? Is it the same? Isn't it ugly?
The two women exchanged glances, their eyes showing joy. They had seen many suckers, but they had never seen such a sucker.
Money is spent but nothing is done.
It's like throwing money away.
Things had come to this point, so the two women simply left. They felt very happy that such a good thing had fallen from the sky and landed on their heads.
After everyone left, Qin Wushuang picked up his phone and called Asan.
Apart from him, I can't think of anyone else who would arrange a woman for himself.
It's a good intention, but it's unnecessary. I have to explain it clearly to Ah San.
Don’t let this happen again.
"Young Master, you haven't rested yet." Asan quickly answered the phone.
"You're the one who got the woman tonight."
"Yes." Asan did not hide it and admitted it boldly.
"From now on, stay out of my personal affairs, okay?"
"Young Master, is it because you don't like her very much? I'll contact someone more high-end for you. I heard that the number one socialite in Beijing will be returning to Beijing in two days, and I'll spend a lot of money to invite her to you." It's definitely possible to get along with someone like Asan.
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