Aren’t you afraid of trouble?
This sentence has been said by others, but we need to pay attention to it.
But in Hu Xiu's mouth, it has another meaning.
Because there was a hint of mockery in his tone.
Obviously, not causing trouble but not being afraid of trouble is just their self-boasting and a means of self-defense.
The car stopped, but Lin Fan did not let Hu Xiu and others get off.
There is no need to bring so many people. I am just here to ask about the general's illness, not to attack this place.
The boy on the motorcycle stood at a distance, without expressing his opinion, and only said that the place ahead was Dusk Courtyard, at least that was the name that had been spread around.
Then he watched Lin Fan get off the car nervously.
When he didn't know Lin Fan's identity, he could still chat with him, but after he knew it, he felt pressured to look him in the eye.
It's like before you knew she was your boss's wife, you dared to ask for her contact information, but then you found out she was the bald boss's 20-year-old wife and you didn't dare to look her in the eye.
I only dare to think about it secretly in my heart.
Until Lin Fan walked past him.
He mustered up the courage to say:
"Boss, can I go with you to see the world?"
The word "Boss" sounded stiff. It was not because he didn't want to, but because he was afraid that Lin Fan would be unhappy.
Not everyone who is capable wants to be Whitebeard.
Lin Fan didn't stop and said, "Just keep up."
"good!"
The boy on the motorcycle felt relieved and quickly followed him.
The horrific scene was where his sister died. The motorcycle boy was angry and also had a trauma about it.
But along the way, he realized that the more fear he had, the more he had to overcome it.
…
"Five hundred ghost notes, give me one hundred and fifty."
A man with a cigarette in his mouth, wearing a tight-fitting suit and a Nepalese machete hanging from his waist, sat at the main entrance of the horror scene, counting the ghost money handed in by every trial-taker who came out.
Everyone who came out had no complaints, but they were inevitably hesitant when giving.
One of them also had five hundred in his hand, and then handed over one hundred and fifty.
But he didn't take the money this person gave him. He just kept smoking as if he didn't see it.
"Xiao...Brother Xiao, isn't it one hundred and fifty?"
The man was shaking with nervousness and his face was pale due to his weak constitution.
"Brother, we are all human beings, and we all have to make a living. Do you know how many of our brothers have been taken away from this Dusk Courtyard, and how many mouths do these brothers' families have to feed?"
Brother Xiao took a deep puff of his cigarette and squinted his eyes, as if recalling the difficult days.
The man holding the 150 yuan felt his legs go numb and his back was bent and he couldn't straighten it up. He felt scared and weak.
He said with a little confusion:
"But Brother Xiao, we agreed to give you 30%."
"Yes, I'm telling you this because I want you to know that if you give me 30%, I won't make any money. This is all to support the families of my brothers. Everyone can see it. If you follow me, even if you die, I won't treat my living family unfairly, right?"
Brother Xiao was very hygienic. He moved the cigarette to the ashtray and knocked it, and not a drop fell on the ground.
This street is very clean and you won’t get scratched by any small gravel if you walk barefoot.
Brother Xiao told him the whole story calmly.
Hearing this, the other party's face turned paler, but he still pretended not to understand and said:
"Then Brother Xiao is truly a great man, a hero admired by everyone. I... I'll give you a little more?"
"Oh, I only want 30%."
Brother Xiao's tone was no longer so kind and gradually became a little cold.
“This…this, this.”
The man was so anxious that he trembled and begged desperately around him:
"Can I give you two hundred? I'll give it to you! What on earth do you want to do? You're so dishonest!"
Brother Xiao still didn't answer. The men behind him were already holding machetes and slowly walking towards the begging man.
Lin Fan, who was walking towards this side, saw this scene and was a little surprised.
However, the young man on the motorcycle behind him felt nervous and cursed in a low voice:
"Asshole, at this moment, can't humans unite?"
Lin Fan glanced sideways and asked, "What would you do if you were the one smoking?"
"What else can we do? Of course we have to follow the rules. He gave us 30%, so we just let him go. It's not right to take advantage of someone's illness to kill them."
The motorcycle boy is full of passion, but his brains are missing a few pieces.
Lin Fan knew that this person could be used, but only as a tool and did not have the qualifications of a leader.
"Then how do you know he gave 30%?"
"I...eh?"
The motorcycle boy was startled, and then he heard Lin Fan continue:
"If you're the one who smokes, you'll go downstairs to meet your important relatives and friends today."
As he spoke, the man who had been begging for mercy before knelt on the ground and moved slowly towards Brother Xiao. Then an arm suddenly emerged from his chest, holding a short blade in his hand, and stabbed Brother Xiao's heart!
The arm has three sections, all covered with wounds. One glance reveals that this man who is begging desperately and seems to have no strength... is a life-seeking contractor!
Don't think that people who can make contracts to chase lives are not rare in Xiangyu, but each and every one of these people is not a fool, and they are definitely cruel.
For someone like the motorcycle boy, as long as he doesn't join Jianghai City to seek benefits, he will never be able to sign a contract with Zhui Ming in his lifetime.
Even if born in Hunan.
The intimidation is not that he is unlucky, but that he can only stop here unless he has the support of a big platform.
However, his outstretched arm was grabbed on the spot by a life-chasing monster that appeared behind Brother Xiao.
"Can summon contract weirdness!"
The boy on the motorcycle was shocked. This was a scene he had never seen before.
It cannot be said that the vast majority of contracts are weird, but it should be said that all of them look down on humans. The ability to form a contract is considered a sign of high intelligence.
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