Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

"I tore it up, I tore up all the paper."

"Tear it up, that's easy. I have at least a lot of pages now. If you tear up a page, I'll cut off one of your fingers as a debt."

As Zhao Ke spoke, the blade slashed off.

It made Wang Heng's face turn pale in an instant, and the blood around his lips also lost color.

"That... that's my Weiwei's... diary."

"Now it's in my hands, it's mine."

Zhao Ke's unreasonable attitude made Wang Heng very aware of the boy who looked like a middle school student in front of him.

Simply a devil.

Watching Zhao Ke put the knife on the finger behind him.

Wang Heng cried and screamed: "Wait a minute, the diary is still torn out, and I'll give it to you, it's just... in the crack of my wallet."

"Where's the wallet?"

"It was taken away by the fat dog. It is the owner of this store."

Zhao Ke looked back, Xue Tao.

Xue Tao immediately understood what Zhao Ke meant, and walked out. Not long after, he saw the owner of the mahjong parlor and followed Xue Tao back.

It's just that there are two extra panda eyes on the face, and half of the face is swollen.

I'm afraid it wasn't for Xue Tao saving his dog's life and asking him to take out his wallet, he might have punched his head off a long time ago.

The boss, who was called a fat dog by Wang Heng, walked back and saw Wang Heng was bleeding on the ground.

Suddenly my heart trembled a few times.

Obediently take out Wang Heng's wallet.

There was no money in it for a long time, Zhao Ke tore open the so-called gap, and took out a few thick sheets of paper from inside.

The material of the paper is the same as that in the diary.

Zhao Ke felt relieved a lot.

"Hey, you got something, my finger, you want to pay me, I'm willing to admit defeat, you have no shortage of pages, but my finger can't...can't let it be like this."

Wang Heng's words stunned Zhao Ke for a while.

I never thought that Wang Heng had already gambled to such a frenzied level.

This sounds very insane.

But when he said it from Wang Heng's mouth, Zhao Ke felt extremely real.

At this moment, Zhao Ke changed his mind.

From the stamp album, he took out the black letter and threw it to Wang Heng.

Zhao Ke didn't know where the money in it came from, but since it was related to Wang Wei, Zhao Ke returned it to him.

"This guy is hopeless, do you want to..."

Xue Tao walked up to Zhao Ke, and made a beheading gesture with his palm.

"no need."

Zhao Ke shook his head: "Some ingredients are dirty on the outside, and they can still be used after washing, but some are already rotten inside, so they can only be thrown into the trash can. Don't touch them, because your hands will be dirty."

Chapter 609 Main Mission 2 (Yesterday's)

"Although I don't understand it, it seems to make sense."

Xue Tao pondered Zhao Ke's words, but he didn't understand the relationship between murder and internal corruption.

According to my own thinking, I will chop off the ones I don't like, no matter where it rots, I will give it all up.

After Zhao Ke and Xue Tao said this, they left the mahjong shop.

Wang Heng, who was lying in a pool of blood, picked up the black envelope that Zhao Ke had thrown on the ground. The thick coins inside made Wang Heng's eyes shine instantly.

"Money, hey, money!"

A smile finally appeared on Wang Heng's face.

"Damn it, get out of there quickly, I'm unlucky, I don't want the money you owe."

The owner of the mahjong shop came over and took off the dog chain hanging around Wang Heng's neck.

Although I don't know the relationship between Wang Heng and the two middle school students.

But the owner of the mahjong shop didn't dare to keep Wang Heng anymore.

Not to mention his bloody hands now, just those two boys, at first glance, the kind of stunned young people who are not afraid of death.

I don't want to have anything to do with them, let alone let Wang Heng die in my shop.

"bang bang bang..."

After the iron chain was opened, Wang Heng suddenly reached out and grabbed the mahjong shop owner.

"Snapped!"

The black envelope in his hand was slapped heavily on the table.

"Fatty dog, I'll bet on you."

"I'm sick, get out of here."

The boss wanted to break free from Wang Heng's hand, but at this moment, he saw a fierce look on Wang Heng's face.

Not knowing where the strength came from, he pushed hard and pushed the fat man, who was bigger than him, to the ground.

"You fucking court death!"

The boss struggled to stand up, but at this moment, Wang Heng grabbed the kitchen knife thrown on the ground by Ke Zhao, and slashed at the boss's bare head.

"boom!"

Bright red liquid splashed out along the blade.