Once upon a time there was a demon pass

"Thank you for reminding me, senior."

"But the juniors still have some chess pieces."

"After all, it has not yet been settled, and the conclusions drawn by the seniors are a bit too early."

Zong Ren maintained a calm demeanor.

It's just that the hands are slightly clenched.

Apparently his heart was not as calm as he appeared.

But the middle-aged man obviously had no interest in chatting with Zong Ren anymore, and he had already reached the door without stopping.

"This afternoon, Qiu Xiaoxiao will take action against this freshman contest."

There was a hint of powerlessness in Zong Ren's eyes, and he could only speak first in the end.

Sometimes, in certain negotiations, whoever reveals his cards first will suffer.

But in the current situation, it is simply impossible to compete with Hunting Soul and gain the upper hand.

Middle-aged stopped.

The hand that was already on the doorknob slowly dropped: "Look, did we waste 5 minutes of time?"

"continue."

"I'll kill the boss first."

While speaking, the middle-aged man moved his hands and walked towards the bar.

The boss finally woke up from the state of soul wandering.

Looking at the approaching middle age, he sighed helplessly, and finally his eyes fell on Zong Ren in the distance.

"Fuck, where did this evil pen come from?"

"You are willing to conspire, but you talk quietly."

"You have to shout so loudly."

"Believe it or not, I will kill you in a while!"

The owner of the coffee shop stood up cursingly, took off his apron, gave Zong Ren a vicious look, and then set his sights on the middle-aged man.

"Are you the boss of Soul Hunter?"

He looked at the middle-aged man very curiously and asked.

Faced with the sudden change of the boss, the middle-aged body paused for a moment, frowning deeply, looking at him, there was a faint energy fluctuation on his body, but his words remained elegant: "No, I'm just a team member. member."

"Oh."

"Let me just say, the boss shouldn't be so stupid."

"Help me tell your boss, don't mess with me again, or I will be angry."

The boss's face was full of helplessness, he didn't even look at the middle-aged man, he was still slumped on the chair: "I just suspected that you fucked up with your soul hunters, shit!"

"I haven't consulted yet..."

The middle-aged energy gradually converged, and he looked at the coffee shop owner who looked very ordinary no matter how hesitantly, and asked tentatively.

"I?"

"I opened a specialty store."

The boss said casually.

At this time, Zong Ren had also stood up, and the boss became more and more angry: "Do you still have the face to watch?"

"Wouldn't the plot be looking for someone deep in the mountains?"

"Come to the coffee shop to talk about Nima!"

"I finally found a new den. In order to open this coffee shop, I learned how to make coffee for a month."

"What the hell are you here on the second day of opening!"

"I'm ignoring you, you still have to pretend, what the hell..."

"No, you are... You are the fish that slipped through the net of the cult, just wait, I will send you to the fishing boat today!"

While cursing, the boss picked up the walkie-talkie on the bar, changed the channel, and was about to talk.

The middle-aged man finally guessed the identity of the boss in front of him.

"Outlaw lunatic?"

He said in a cold voice.

The boss stared back unceremoniously: "Yes, it's me, what's the matter, are you killing me?"

"The last time you made a plan, you scratched me."

"Why do you really have some advanced plans, so you just play quietly, insisting on picking up two innocent, cute, and law-abiding passers-by."

"I'm really out of character with you."

It's hard to imagine how much painstaking efforts the outlaws have put into this new den.

There are many hidden plans behind this painstaking effort.

After all, with his character, it is definitely not as simple as just opening a coffee shop.

but...

Sometimes fate is so funny.

These two fucking customers were chatting, and suddenly they stopped lowering their voices.

Then you will kill your own mouth.

Chunchun has that serious illness.

"You still look at me?"

"Try to look at me again?"

"mlgb!"

Seeing that the middle-aged man was still staring at him coldly, the extrajudicial lunatic shouted directly into the walkie-talkie: "Ready to withdraw at any time, this place is gone."

"Before you leave, call me two six senses."

"I'm going to kill someone!"

"Yes, the kind that is good at dismembering corpses!"

After finishing speaking, the outlaw lunatic threw the walkie-talkie on the bar.

Zong Ren lowered his head slightly, with a gleam in his eyes, and when he raised his head again, his smile was already written on it: "I apologize for my own immaturity. After all, I have less experience in splicing, which disturbs your business."

"If you believe me, I can guarantee that this cafe will never be mentioned."

"If you don't believe me, I can compensate you for all the losses of this coffee shop at the original price."

At this time, Zong Ren seemed polite, especially with that youthful youthfulness, it was hard for people to feel disgusted with him.

The extrajudicial lunatic sneered, "I sent you this little money?"

"You, why are you still looking at me?"

As he spoke, he grabbed the walkie-talkie cursingly and smashed it on the middle-aged man's chest.

There was a murderous intent in the eyes of the middle-aged man, and he stared at the outlaw lunatic coldly.

But at this time outside the coffee shop, there were already two powerful auras firmly locked on him.

Even he couldn't trace the source of the breath.

Under various wonderful misunderstandings, the three parties of underground forces.

Just met by accident.

There might even be a firefight.

Obviously, Zong Ren is at the bottom of this field in terms of strength, identity, and status.

Barely considered an addition.

Under the tense and dignified pressure, sweat had already begun to appear on Zong Ren's forehead.

Sometimes, even if you have great wisdom and made a series of perfect plans, it will look ridiculous in front of luck.

Just like his idea of ​​choosing this coffee shop...

Newly opened, no business, relatively remote location, but there are still traffic around.

In such a place, no matter what, the middle-aged man would not kill him openly and expose his position.

And the surrounding area is also suitable for Tibetans.

It's not a big problem to hide some dead soldiers.

But now, he didn't even dare to summon the dead.