I collect waste in heaven

Chapter 690 If you want to resolve disputes, you must first fall into disputes

Although Liu Ge didn't say anything when he left.

From his last look, Xin Zhao could feel that he had made up his mind.

To control!

Thinking of his gray hair that was no longer black.

He has been suspended from his job, and he has not thought about enjoying his old age in more than half a year, staying in Los Angeles and still working hard for the people.Especially his decisive look at the end, even if it is said that he is holding a bone as a torch, it is not an exaggeration.

When Xin Zhao was left alone in the ward, he actually felt somewhat regretful.

Say it, is it really right?

He really has nothing to do.

He is really not qualified to take too much care of a government-like departmental agency like this.If a ferocious beast attacked Luo City, he would be able to guard the city gate of Luo City with sincerity and blood.

There is nothing he can do about such a conspiracy that seems to be attached to the system.

"Old Liu, it's hard for us all."

If you want to resolve disputes, you must first fall into disputes.

Wanting to stay out of the way to solve the problem is just wishful thinking.

Xin Zhao leaned back against the pillow and glanced at his arm. From this time, he knew that Shennong Baicao Ye was not completely omnipotent.

At least……

This kind of white bone growing flesh again seems to be a bit out of line.

Impossible to recover instantly.

In a short period of time, it is estimated that he will have to rest for a while at least for the past two days.What made him a little concerned now was how the rescued Zhou Ye was doing.

If he is not rescued, he is a potential threat!
After pondering for a while, Xin Zhao endured the pain and opened the phone screen, and called Yin Jiu.

"Master Jiu, I have to trouble you for some things."

As everyone knows, at this moment, a residential building in Luo City...

In fact, this is not a residential house, but more staff from relevant departments live here, and occasionally some successful businessmen also live here.

There are no luxury cars in the garage downstairs.

At a glance, it can be seen that it is standard in some departments.

"How is Zhou Ye?"

In a three-bedroom apartment in a residential building, Cui Jie sat on the sofa and frowned watching being thrown on the ground, with burns all over his body and monsters with tentacles all over his body.

Next to this monster, Mr. Scepter Male Shadow stood with his arms tied.

"It is estimated that he is going to die."

"This Xin Zhao..." Cui Jie grabbed the ashtray on the coffee table as if he wanted to throw it down. On the way, he trembled twice and slapped his arm heavily on the glass wool of the coffee table, smashing the coffee table to pieces. The first time I saw him, I didn't like this guy. At that time, I thought, keeping him in Los Angeles would definitely be a disaster, but I didn't expect it to be true."

Mr. Ying lowered his eyes and said nothing, just listening to Cui Jie's self-centered anger.

"The eyeliner I installed in his company was pulled out by him, and one of my few successful reformers was also disabled by him. Ying...do you know what this means?"

"I don't know." Mr. Ying shook his head.

"He is a scourge and a stumbling block to me!"

The ashtray that left a dog's life with great difficulty just now was finally smashed to pieces. Cui Jie leaned on the sofa with Erlang's legs crossed, holding his head with his left hand and exhaling uncontrollably.

"Do you need me to deal with him?" Mr. Ying whispered.

"Need not."

After being silent for a while, Cui Jie slowly shook his head, subconsciously wanting to touch the cigarette on the table, only to realize that the coffee table had been smashed by him.

Seeing this, Mr. Ying hooked his fingers and let the cigarette case on the ground fall into Cui Jie's hands.

Skillfully, he took one out of the cigarette case and put it in his mouth, and a flame burned at his fingertips to ignite the cigarette.

Blue smoke spouted from his mouth...

Until then, the anger and sorrow on his face seemed to relax a little.

"Didn't you meet him face-to-face? How about it? How strong do you think he is?"

"Master." Mr. Ying whispered, "If I hadn't gone to see Zhou Ye at that time, and I happened to meet them, Zhou Ye would have turned into ashes now."

"Is he also the master of the fire element?" Cui Jie frowned.

"No." Mr. Ying shook his head and said, "His fire comes from the direction of the Bagua diagram, which looks like a Bagua sword, not pure Bagua and Qimen."

"If you face him, what is your chance of winning?"

"The game between gossip and gossip is a strange game. I don't have much confidence in playing against him. Besides, you checked last time, he is a boxer, but... when I went, he used a sword of."

"He has really covered a wide range of topics!"

Cui Jie frowned coldly, scoffing at Xin Zhao's idea of ​​wanting to blossom in many ways.

If you want to be good, you must be professional!
A person's energy in this life is limited.

It is difficult to reach the essence of a road, and the end result of driving many roads together can only be that one bottle is not full and half of the bottle is shaking.

"If you are not fully sure, then leave him alone."

"But didn't you say that he is your stumbling block and your disaster?" Mr. Ying whispered.

"Life, who can be smooth sailing." Cui Jie sneered, threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it, "If it is too smooth, I don't think there is any challenge. With him, I can just have a good time with him. The game has just begun , It’s nothing to be too concerned about losing a few pieces.”

Mr. Ying remained silent again, and Cui Jie glanced at Zhou Ye who was on the ground.

"Take him to our hometown."

"Is that good?" Mr. Ying reminded, "The music hall was opened by someone maliciously last time, and you already suspected that someone was after us, if at this time..."

"It's okay."

Cui Jie pondered for a while and shook his head.

"Although those people in the music hall haven't been caught yet, it doesn't matter if they go. The place has been evacuated long ago, and nothing can be seen. Ying, do you think I want to take risks? I can't help it. Zhou Ye is a precious and successful experimental subject, all the tramps caught from outside during this period have failed, I can't give up on him."

"I understand." Ying slightly nodded.

"Let Professor Hu do his best to restore Zhou Ye's physical functions."

"Yes!"

"By the way, have you solved everything I asked you to do?"

"Kill them all, seal their throats."

"Okay, you really put my mind at ease with your work." Cui Jie nodded and said, "Then take him there quickly, because I have to leave too."

"You are going to..."

"My sister has come to Los Angeles, and she will buy Jianghu sect after a while. I'll go and receive her."

"I wish you have a nice trip."

"Heh..." Cui Jie shook his head with an inexplicable smile, stood up from the sofa and patted Mr. Ying on the shoulder twice, "There is no need to be so polite between us, what do you think, master?! "

Xin Zhao, who was sitting on the hospital bed leaning on the pillow, just ended the call with Yin Jiu.

Zhou Ye, I need to investigate!
How could Xin Zhao be at ease if he didn't solve him himself.

He is actually a restless person. Looking at his arms, it is not convenient to punch, practice swords, or comprehend painting creation at this time.

really……

The human arm is really important.

In other words, everything on the human body is not redundant. Damage to any part will cause a lot of trouble to people.

Ding dong.

There was a beep from the phone on my lap.

Xin Zhao subconsciously frowned at the familiar notification sound, and when he opened the phone screen, it was the news of the Silver Spirit Boy.

Click on the chat page, and what you see is a bright red red envelope.

Uncle, take the package!

(End of this chapter)