Lao Qi laughed even more happily, slapping the water and saying, "This is so funny, even a bath scrubber wants to get involved with me..."
The contempt was evident in his words. The other two brothers hurriedly drove him away, "Get out! Get out!"
Yang Jiayi walked aside in a huff. After a while, Lao Qi came over to give him a bath and specifically asked Yang Jiayi to do it. Yang Jiayi made him feel very comfortable, and Lao Qi praised him for the first time. Later, Yang Jiayi came back to report: "Lao Qi never leaves his gun. He puts it beside him when he takes a bath and wraps it with a dry towel to prevent water from getting in. I only had the chance when I was giving him a bath. I wanted to strangle him with a steel wire. But I was afraid that after strangling him, I wouldn't be able to walk anymore."
Yu Chengfei said: "Don't worry, there will always be a chance, just keep waiting, don't do it if you are not 100% sure."
Yang Jiayi, who was originally only responsible for tracking, now also needs to take on the task of assassination. The bathroom is very large, with many idle people waiting, and it is indeed not convenient to start. Ten days later, the opportunity finally came. After taking a bath, when Lao Qi went to the sauna, he suddenly wanted to scrub his body in the steam room. When Yang Jiayi heard it, he volunteered to go in. There were only Lao Qi and Yang Jiayi in the steam room. The other guests had already run away when they saw Lao Qi coming in. Lao Qi was lying on the bench, his hands under his head, with a towel at his hand.
Yang Jiayi vaguely saw a pistol wrapped in the towel. He quickly calculated that if he couldn't kill him with one blow, Lao Qi would pick up the pistol and shoot him in the head in the next second. Yang Jiayi touched his swimming trunks, and there was a circle of steel wire wrapped around his waist. When the steel wire was tightened, Lao Qi had enough time to pick up the pistol.
"Rub it, what are you doing?" Old Seven spoke.
Yang Jiayi bent down and began to rub Lao Qi's back. Starting from the neck, to the shoulders, arms, back, and thighs, he rubbed carefully, watching the mud and dust fall off. The more it fell, the heavier Yang Jiayi felt. After rubbing, he would lose this great opportunity to assassinate. How to move Lao Qi's pistol away? This was an insurmountable problem.
Yang Jiayi even wanted to go over and grab the gun, but as soon as his hand got a little closer, Lao Qi would instinctively put his hand on the towel.
Yang Jiayi was getting anxious. He was about to finish scrubbing Lao Qi's face. The chance to assassinate him was slipping away little by little. He didn't know when the next time would come. Thinking of this, he casually shook the bath towel, and the mud and dust on the bath towel splashed everywhere, and a few grains of it fell on the towel next to Lao Qi's hand.
"Damn it, be careful." Lao Qi kicked Yang Jiayi on the thigh, and Yang Jiayi staggered and fell to the ground.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Yang Jiayi said quickly.
Lao Qi spat, carefully took out the gun, and then patted the mud off the towel. Yang Jiayi stood up and continued to rub Lao Qi's back, saying as he rubbed: "Brother Qi, please move that thing away a little, I'm afraid I might accidentally..."
"Look at what you have accomplished." Lao Qi snorted, wrapped the pistol in a towel and placed it a little further away.
Yang Jiayi exhaled and started to help Lao Qi rub his back again. Lao Qi said, "You are quite good at rubbing backs, you can continue to work hard in this field and become a gold medal bath scrubber or something. Don't always think about getting by, you can't eat that bowl of rice, understand?" He said in a condescending tone.
"Yes, yes." Yang Jiayi said as he pulled out the steel wire with one hand and carefully held it in his hand.
After scrubbing one area, Yang Jiayi took off the bath towel, pretended to shake off the dust on it, and said, "Seventh Brother, last time you asked me if I dared to kill someone. I went home and thought about it carefully, and I think I dare."
"Hahaha, who do you dare to kill?" Lao Qi still had a contemptuous tone.
"I dare to kill you."
Lao Qi was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, a pair of hands reached under his head. Then, he felt his throat being strangled by something thin. It was a steel wire! Lao Qi knew how powerful this thing was, and he hurriedly grabbed his pistol. But Yang Jiayi pulled back, making Lao Qi's hand farther and farther away from the pistol.
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