Chapter 1088: Leaves of leaves, withered withered
"Boss, let me take over the rear."
The burly man glanced at the increasingly turbulent rolling shutter door behind him. The protruding hideous human figures had deformed the entire iron door, making it look extremely scary.
The man pushed him, his handsome face tinged with an impatient smile.
"Awen, when did you start talking so much nonsense? I'll need your strength to stabilize the shelf later."
The burly man named Awen, whose appearance was seriously inconsistent with his body shape, scratched his head helplessly, and once again jumped over the windowsill with a lightness that was completely inconsistent with his body shape, and slipped downstairs.
"Boss, let's get the shelves out!"
Tuesday's voice came from downstairs.
The man was about to nod when he was interrupted by the young man approaching.
Before he could say anything, he saw the young man easily jump out of the window, then hold onto the window frame and look back at the girl behind him.
"Be careful when you step down the shelf later."
Winter nodded obediently.
The young man then slipped down very easily, and the man clearly heard the surprised boos from his men.
"It's quite impressive, isn't it?"
He muttered something and leaned out of the window and shouted,
"Let's get started."
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, empty shelves slowly extended from the window downstairs. The compartments for medicines were facing downwards, and facing upwards was the flat back of the shelf. The steel structure should be strong enough to support a person's weight.
Song Boru immediately turned to look at Lin Dong.
"You go down..."
"You go down first!"
She was interrupted by the man before she could finish her words.
The riotous collision sounds behind me became more and more harsh, and the rolling shutter door, which was dented by the impact, looked vulnerable.
The man's expression turned unusually cold. He grasped Song Boru's wrist and repeated his words coldly and quickly.
"You go first."
Song Boru was stunned for a moment, then bit her lower lip tightly.
Yes, no matter how selfless the nature of their work requires, at this time there will always be differences between close and distant relatives.
After all, the girl was just a stranger, a stranger who refused to open the door for them.
Song Boru said no more, and carefully climbed over the windowsill, stepped on the narrow edge, and finally looked up at the man.
"You need to hurry up."
Her eyes swept over the girl beside her obscurely and quickly, and the plea in her eyes, "If it's too late, leave her behind," could only be understood by men.
He raised his chin expressionlessly, held her wrist and motioned her to hurry up and get off.
Song Boru then began to move her feet downwards cautiously, her trembling wrists being held tightly by the man, moving further and further downwards.
Until the man let go, she finally succeeded in squatting on the back of the shelf stretched in the air and began to move in step by step.
The man watched her movements, still talking leisurely to the girl beside him.
"What's your name, kid?"
"I'm not a kid,"
The girl repeated her statement once more, but her face showed no anger or annoyance, and then she answered the question,
"My name is Winter."
She turned to look at the man and asked politely,
"What about you? What's your name?"
The man smiled with his lips raised, and there always seemed to be a nonchalant and dissolute air about his eyebrows and eyes. Even though there was blood on his face and the background was so dangerous, he still looked so romantic that all the prostitutes on Red Street in the West District were moved and willing to be the flowers he walked through without getting a single leaf touched.
"My name is Ye Ku."
He answered in front of the increasingly bright morning light and the increasingly twisted rolling shutter door behind him, his voice lazy and smelling of tobacco.
"What leaves leaves, what withers withers."
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