Bug Master In Doomsday

"The tea master is dead...you guys... don't you have anything to say?" An old man who was over fifty years old, with strands of white hair interspersed with messy short hair, had a sad face and turned upside down. With Erlang's legs, his upper body supported on his legs, his hands were placed diagonally together, and a half-burning cigarette was sandwiched between the index and middle fingers of his right hand.

The butcher, who was trembling with fat all over, was holding a big stick bone in his hand, gnawing at the meat with a greasy mouth, and muttered: "You didn’t get a lot of appreciation in front of Master Canghai, the white puppet, why are you still asking us now? Views...."

The old man raised his head and frowned and glanced at him, and said in a stern voice: "I asked a question at the meeting and was wrong? The tea owner is dead, and his power is a big piece of cake. Who doesn't want to chew on this piece of cake." Two mouthfuls?"

"That's a good thing to say, but the colleagues who have worked together for three years have not even been in the first seven. Our wolves are ambitious and want to devour his inheritance? So what have we become? Are we hungry wild dogs? ..." With bandages all over his body, only a pair of force leaders with long, narrow and venomous eyes were left behind, with a trace of disdain in his eyes.

"Huh!" Bai Puppet snorted coldly, "As you say, the most delicious piece of this cake, and the biggest one, I want it!"

"Why?!" It was the bandage man with sinister eyes, his voice was hoarse and sharp, "You white puppet! What is the right of a power leader who lives under the ground by eating other people's leftovers to eat this cake? ?"

"Me?!" The white puppet sneered and threw the cigarette **** on the ground. The thick-soled leather shoes smashed the sparks severely. "I can do what the tea master can't do! I will do what he can't do, he I'll find out about the information I can't find! So... are you satisfied?"

The butcher chuckled a weird laugh, and threw the big stick bone in his hand on the ground, rubbing his greasy stubby fingers on his chest without being too sloppy.

"White puppet, you are really courageous. I hope you won't be the next tea owner...hoho, but then again, the tea owner was engaged in intelligence sales before, you are smuggling, you have the courage to take this mess, I The butcher has no objection, anyway, if any of you is dead, it will not delay the business of my butcher shop."

"The fat man is right. Since Bai Puppet put all your words here, of course I have nothing to say. The hot potato was picked up by my brother. We thank you that it is too late, isn't it? Hahahahahaha!" The bandage man was crazy!" He laughed twice, only the eyes that were exposed were scarlet and bloodshot. It looked like a beast at the moment.

The white puppet looked at the ridicule and ridicule of the few people in front of him, but didn't take it seriously. Instead, he glanced at them in contempt, and sneered: "Did you guys just listen to me? I can't do things that can't be hosted by tea. Here it is! I know exactly who the welcoming ceremony will be."

There was a sudden silence in this small bedroom. The butcher shook his head, propped his hands, and stood up from the soft leather sofa filled with high-grade goose down. He seemed to feel that he had just wiped his hands dirty, and turned to put the sofa. He picked up a piece of cold cloth that was on it, rubbed it with a pair of stubby hands, then put it in his arms and walked out of the house.

The white puppet's eyelids jumped, watching the butcher's insulting behavior, he made no answer, but instead the bandaged man trembled and sneered fiercely, "White puppet, have you seen it? The intelligence is not intelligible." It’s not important, you don’t die, and it’s not important, know?"