Seeing that the usually aloof and sharp-tongued Shen took the initiative to stop him, the thug became even more suspicious of Lu Xingzhou's identity.
Turning to him with a grin, she said, "Brother Chen, I just think it's fate that he mistook you for someone else, so why not give him a little something in return?"
"Is this how the benefits are offered?" Shen's expression turned serious, giving off an invisible but strong sense of pressure.
The thug, somewhat frightened, involuntarily swallowed, and continued under pressure, "Brother Chen, if you don't let him smoke this stuff, are you really concerned about him, or are you just worried about..."
As they were talking, Shen raised his hand, tore open the white paper package, put the white powder inside under his nose, and took a deep breath.
The moment I lowered my arm, that tiny speck of powder vanished completely.
Shen Liang's beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly. The poison had entered her heart and lungs, and her drunken state was incredibly convincing.
At that moment, Lu Xingzhou's heart pounded violently, almost leaping out of his throat.
He sank...
Shen casually tossed the white paper package aside and continued, "Of course it's because I care about this stuff. It's hard to develop products like this now. Do you know how much effort it takes to assemble this? If you don't appreciate it, give it to me, you idiot!"
After saying that, he left the bar without a care, got into his car, and drove away gradually under the watchful eyes of a few thugs.
Only after they were out of the group's sight did Shen lower his eyes and gently shake off the powder hidden in his sleeve.
To blend in with this group, you need to master some "fake drug use" techniques.
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"It seems Brother Chen really isn't an undercover agent. Could it be... that I'm just being too suspicious?"
In front of the bar, the thug who had just given Lu Xingzhou the drugs shrugged and looked at his two companions.
His companion retorted, "You're overthinking it. You're giving away everything, and even Brother Chen is angry. Just wait until he contacts the boss, and you'll be silenced!"
"Stop arguing. Can't you guys have some peace and quiet? Although Brother Chen is not a suspect, there is that pretty boy in the bar who mistook him for someone else. Call him out and ask him."
The group gathered together, discussed for a few minutes, and finally turned back to call out Lu Xingzhou, whose eyes were red-rimmed, from the bar.
They deliberately led the person to a 300-meter-wide open woodland area without cameras.
They all took out their guns and started stretching their muscles.
"Kid, you're not one of us, how did you get in here?"
"If you don't tell, you might lose your life."
"Even if I tell them, I can't save them, but at least they can live a little longer, right?"
The three of them threatened each other, one after the other.
They surrounded Lu Xingzhou from three directions.
Filled with murderous intent, he approached step by step.
They had all followed the organization for many years, and even the worst of them had more than a dozen lives on their hands.
At this moment, the boy in the tuxedo also drew his gun, cocked it skillfully, and said in a low voice, "If you want to kill me, you'll have to have the strength."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly pointed at the person to his right.
Bang--
A shot was fired.
The silenced pistol made no sound, and the thug who had initially doubted him quickly fell to the ground, dead.
Such marksmanship and speed are truly rare!
The other two were not saddened by this.
After a brief moment of shock, they immediately exchanged glances and fired their guns together.
Scalding hot bullets flew everywhere, kicking up dust and causing tree trunks to peel their bark.
Lu Xingzhou dodged a few times, but eventually ran out of bullets while breaking another person's leg.
His slender fingers pulled the trigger, but he couldn't fire a single bullet.
He could only grit his teeth and think about how to win in hand-to-hand combat, despite the injury on his right shoulder.
Seeing that Lu Xingzhou was unable to resist, the last remaining uninjured thug was even happier.
He stepped forward, stopping three steps away from Lu Xingzhou, and pointed the gun at the man's skull.
His smile widened as he watched Lu Xingzhou, drenched in cold sweat and gasping for breath.
There was a unique sense of joy in my eyes.
Reach out and gently pull the trigger.
Bang--
The next moment, another bullet flew in from nowhere and pierced his neck before he could pull the trigger.
Blood splattered, the thug's breath hitched, and his eyes widened suddenly.
Before he could turn his head, he crashed straight to the ground.
Lu Xingzhou, who was prepared to fight to the death, suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and looked in the direction from which the bullets had come.
His dark eyes suddenly lit up with light.
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