Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Found the house number.

It is a three-storey villa with a European and American style design and a green space of about [-] square meters.

It is conceivable that those who live here are either rich or expensive.

"Ding!"

Not long after the doorbell was pressed.

Zhao Ke heard the voice of his third junior brother: "Come, come!"

As the courtyard door opened, the third child only saw half of Zhao Ke's shadow, turned around and was about to run in the next second.

It's a pity that this time Zhao Ke was stronger than last time. Before he could turn around, a hand was already on his collar.

"Why are you running, you run every time you see me, am I a cat, or are you a mouse?"

After hearing Zhao Ke's words, Luo Qing couldn't help shrinking his neck. In his heart, Zhao Ke was a cat, a tiger.

The kind that eats people without spitting out their bones.

But Luo Qing didn't dare to say these words in front of Zhao Ke.

Turning around, he half-jokingly said: "No way, second senior brother, why did you come here, this is..."

"His territory!"

Zhao Ke didn't wait for Luo Qing to finish speaking, and took over the conversation.

He pushed the door open indifferently, and said coldly: "I can't come in and take a look at his site, where is the old man?"

"Drunk and fell asleep."

Luo Qing replied carefully to Zhao Ke.

I saw Zhao Ke stepping into the villa.

Before entering the door, I could smell the strong smell of wine.

There was also the old man's silver flagon on the table.

It seemed that he was really drunk, but he drank in broad daylight. Has the old man been stimulated by anything recently?

"Second Senior Brother, Senior Senior Brother didn't know you were here, how about I give him a call?"

Luo Qing was cautious, not even taking a big breath, and asked tentatively.

"Casual!"

I didn't come here to look at him, but there was no need to hide.

After saying casually, whether he loves to come or not, Zhao Ke went upstairs.

It is recommended to open the door and take a look. Sure enough, the old man is lying on the bed snoring soundly asleep.

He didn't notice Zhao Ke's entry.

The old man seems to have gained a lot of weight compared to before.

His face, which should have been rosy and plump, also began to show some wrinkles at this time.

A little more old-fashioned.

It's been a long time since we saw each other. Zhao Ke was surprised by the change of the old man.

After all, people still can't stand the encroachment of time.

After all, the old man is about to celebrate his 93rd birthday, so he is considered an iron man in Zhao Ke's mind.

Now also in his twilight years.

Seeing the old man sleeping so soundly, Zhao Ke didn't want to disturb him either.

Take out a drop of ginseng essence from the stamp album, and pop the essence into the old man's mouth.

If it was someone else, even a drop of ginseng essence would be unbearable, but the old man is strong and strong.

Even in his twilight years, the muscles on his body still maintain this tough and powerful state.

Beat at least a few young people like Luo Qing, that's one punch.

So a drop of ginseng essence is enough for the old man to absorb.

Go downstairs.

Zhao Ke didn't see Luo Qing.

But with a scan of his perception, he knew that Luo Qing was hiding in the room at this time, and started to pack this thing quietly.

Seeing his flustered and helpless look, it was obvious that he was about to run away.

"Cut, coward."

Seeing Luo Qing like this, Zhao Ke knew without thinking that Luo Qing must have informed his elder brother.

Worried about being caught in the middle, in a dilemma, and wanting to slip away as soon as possible.

However, Luo Qing's worries are destined to be superfluous.

Because since Zhao Ke dared to come this time, he must have enough means to completely defeat this senior brother.

There is no need for him to be caught in the middle of the dilemma.

But Zhao Ke didn't stop Luo Qing.

Sitting on the high-end sofa in the living room, holding an apple in one hand, he peeled off the apple leisurely.

"Deng deng deng deng..."

Not long after, Luo Qing was seen carrying a package, not daring to take the elevator, but walking up and down from the second floor on tiptoe.

Swipe left and look again, like a thief, hold your breath and tiptoe forward.

Looking at his appearance, Zhao Ke has no doubts, if this guy is a thief, he really has some talent.

But Zhao Ke's perception was on Luo Qing.

Watching him walk to the door step by step, gritting his teeth, tensing his muscles, and pulling down the doorknob little by little.