At night, Yulin Road, Wuhou District.

In the open air plaza in a tavern, Wu Bei slowly tasted the cold beer and hummed the songs gently with the young man singing on the roadside, which was extremely comfortable.

The lively street scene, beautiful long legs, and fragrant snacks make this hot summer night seem to have a cooler look.

"Brother Wu, are you planning to completely delegate power?"

Jun Jiu next to him asked with a smile.

“Why can’t it be together?”

Wu Bei blinked his eyes and looked at the other person.

After throwing the matter of stopping the knife-wielding attack on the talented man to Lin Qingshan, Wu Bei brought Jun Jiu and Mei Nannan, two tiger-roaring beasts, to this snack street that always appears in folk songs.

He said that he asked Xu Nuo and the others to discuss business, but in fact he wanted to avoid leisure.

"You know who is calling you, right?"

Junjiu asked with a smile while playing with the bowls and chopsticks on the table.

"I can only guess a rough idea."

Wu Beida admitted openly: "A person's voice can be processed through software, but his tone cannot. I have been with that calf for so long, and I can still not understand it."

"Then why don't you just stop it?"

Jun Jiu asked curiously.

"First, not sure, second, there is no need. Since he notified me, it means he has made sufficient preparations. In the past, I always liked to impose ideas on other people. I don't think much about it. In fact, if you think carefully, you will find that who is not an independent individual, there is no need to reject dissidents."

Wu Bei took another sip of beer and smiled.

"Then the purpose of our coming here is..."

Jun Jiu was silent for a moment, then asked again,

"The fried skewers are here, I also bought Dragon Claw Claws, Octopus Stemballs, and Teppanyaki..."

Before Wu Bei could answer, Mei Nannan rushed over with a lot of snacks.

At the same time, in a Qing bar not far from the food stall where Brother Wu Bei and the other three were, the talented man from the Chi Gang was looking at the female singer who was holding a guitar on the stage with great interest.

The singer looks more popular, but his voice is very ethereal and penetrating. At this moment, he is passionately interpreting an old love song from the 1990s.

"Looking back, the clouds block the way back; looking back, the thorns are covered with... "

The lyrics that were originally vicissitudes of time add a fresh flavor through the singer's cover, making people feel particularly comfortable when listening to it.

"Brother Talented, you come to this shop every weekend to listen to the singer singing. Is there anything? Or I'll invite her to come and have a drink with you later."

The confidant behind him asked in a low voice.

"I like to drink Louis XIII. Can you move the entire winery home to me? How many times have you said, be low-key and insist on sticking the signs of community members on your forehead?"

The talented man raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile.

"Well.."

His subordinates were speechless, and the embarrassment of flattering the horse's hooves made him a little blushed and his neck thick.

"You can go around the neighborhood by yourself, I want to be alone."

The talented man whispered to show off.

After sending his confidants away, he asked for another cocktail and continued to listen to the song and enjoy the scenery.

As the mainstay of the club, the talented man who graduated from a prestigious university is too incompatible with his peers. He neither likes to play with swords and guns, nor is he willing to bully the weak. His only hobby is to watch the balance continue to increase.

Maybe he would also use some despicable dirty tricks, but he was actually very bourgeois in his bones. He didn't like other big brothers in society as much as he liked to be rich. In his spare time, he would go to the Qing bar to drink wine, taste tea in the teahouse, or he would play with flowers and plants, and he would definitely not find any fault in life.

"Happy, Brother Caizi, I am Hu Xiaolin Qingshan, you should know?"

At this moment, a huge figure suddenly blocked the light in front of the talented man. He raised his head in confusion and looked at the other person.

Short hair and square face, at least 200 kilograms of body embryos give people a very greasy feeling, but smart little eyes are hard to make people disgust.

"Why should I know you?"

After looking at each other for a moment, the talented man greeted him with neither humility nor arrogant words: "Sit down, I don't like looking up, and I don't like talking about work during rest. If you just lack a drinker, we can talk a few words and get straight to the point if you have something to do."

"I want to ask you to die."

Lin Qingshan's words immediately made the talented man's eyes widen.

"Friend, are you kidding?"

The talented man felt that he had encountered a mental illness.

"Some people hope you are burping, and you don't die, and there will be more and more messy things, so I think you should die, at least in full view of everyone."

Lin Qingshan spoke seriously. Although the fat on his cheeks kept shaking when he spoke, there was no sense of joy.

"You are Hu Xiao? Are you afraid of provoking disputes between the two families when you say these words to me?"

The talented man licked his lips and asked.

"I'm afraid, so I have to let you understand the whole story and have to get your support and cooperation."

Lin Qingshan focused his head, then pointed to the bathroom and whined: "Talk in detail?"

"Okay, I just want to go to the bathroom, too."

The talented man pondered for a while and stood up quickly.

Whether a person has the courage or not often needs details to penetrate. Without any bodyguard or confidant, a talented man should face it alone just because Fatty Lin said a few words. It can be imagined that he can get to power not only depends on his education.
Chapter completed!