"What?"

"Ten minutes?"

"I said, brother, are you making trouble?"

"I want to kill the coffin in ten minutes?"

"Is it really easy to beat a coffin?"

"Or, do you think the carpenter is playing house, and he put the mud on the ground and the coffin is made?"

"You, if you are in a hurry to get on the road, go to the river to find a piece of land, take this handful, dig a hole and bury yourself."

"But I guess, even if you dig a hole, you won't have enough ten minutes."

In the shop, the carpenter was still watching TV. When he heard the man in front of him, he became anxious.

Their carpenters do fine craftsmanship.

If he asked him to hit a coffin in ten minutes, it would not only insult the object of the coffin, but also insult their profession of carpenter.

Angry in his heart, the shop owner immediately waved his hand and signaled the man in front of him to get out of here. Don't make any trouble for him.

Bang ~

As soon as the owner of the store finished speaking, he heard a loud bang.

The man in front of him slapped the long table in front of him with one palm.

In an uproar, wood chips flew, and the half-person-high square table turned into powder and shattered all over the floor.

"This...this..."

The shop owner was stunned at that time.

His eyes were so huge that he almost lost his soul.

The table was made of birch.

What is iron birch?

As the name suggests, it is wood as hard as iron.

The iron birch wood is so hard that it is comparable to a stubborn stone.

In order to hit this table, he has been doing so for many years, and he has spent so much energy and broken hacksaws.

But who would have thought that such a strong wood would be like tofu under this person, and he would slapped it with one palm.

The shop owner couldn't imagine what the consequences would be if this palm slapped him?

"Ten minutes, do you fight or not?"

The man's condescending words sounded again as if there was no emotional content.

The shop owner was already scared.

Facing the man's words, he didn't dare to say a word. He nodded repeatedly and said in panic: "Beat...beat, I...I'll beat."

There was no way. Even though he knew that this was an impossible task, the store owner still responded with a tough bullet.

In order to be able to complete the construction as soon as possible, the owner of this store uses local materials.

Move all your own bed boards as materials, and in short, minimize the work that needs to be done by hand as much as possible.

Just like that, under the fear of death, the owner of the store really put together a "coffin" within ten minutes.

However, this is not so much a coffin as a three-sided cabinet.

I just found a few wooden boards and nailed them with steel nails.

After all, time is tight, and being able to achieve this level is already the limit of the owner of this store.

"First...sir, do you look at this... Is this OK?"

The shop owner asked in panic.

In fact, he was not sure of it, because the coffin in front of him could be said to be the worst work in his life.

But unexpectedly, the man nodded.

"Um."

"Just pretend to be someone."

The man replied coldly, then carried the coffin and left.

Finally, the shop owner gave up the plague god, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, before he could finish his breath, who would have thought that the man who had just walked to the door would stop again.

The shop owner's heart was in his throat at that time.

There was only one thought in my mind.

Could he want to kill someone to silence him?

After all, the other party’s behavior was too suspicious. He was so anxious to beat a coffin and pretended to be someone. He was so cold-blooded and violent.

He was designated as a vicious gangster.

In order to be afraid that he would call the police, it was not impossible for him to kill someone to silence him.

In a panic, the shop owner quickly cried and said, "I...I can't say anything."

"No...don't kill me, I...I really won't say anything."

When the shop owner cried and begged for mercy, the man had turned around, and his pretty face was full of chill.

He looked down at the shop owner in front of him, and the cold voice sounded quietly.

"Three days later, come to Mufan Group headquarters to get the money."

"At that time, I will report my name "Ye Fan"."

The faint words echoed quietly in the room.

When the store owner looked up again, the man had already left.

After escaping from death, the shop owner immediately spread his body on the ground, gasping for breath, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Too scary.

"God~"

"Who was that man just now?"

"Why, in front of him, I feel like facing the God of Death?"

The shop owner wailed.

After a long time, the store owner returned to peace.

He hesitated for a while, and finally picked up his cell phone and called the police.

“Hey, 110?”

"I suspect there is a murderer who wants to kill someone."

.....

"What, ask me who he is?"

"I don't know him."

"Oh, I remember."

"He said his name is Ye Fan."

"It's from Mufan Group."

....

After calling the police, the store owner immediately closed down.

It would take him a long time to recover from his shock today.

However, the store owner didn't know what was causing trouble on his phone.

A few minutes later.

Before a villa, Wu Weitao had just gotten into the car and was about to go to Haiyuan Pavilion to celebrate Lu Mingfeng and the others.

At this time, a phone call came in.

"Hey, I'm Wu Weitao."

.....

"What did you say?"

"Mr. Chu is back?"

"How is this possible?"
To be continued...