Slaying God: Mingjie Agent, starting with Emperor Armor

"I'll go with you!"

After Lin Qiye expressed his stance, Cao Yuan immediately stood up.

"I'll go as well."

Baili Tuming looked distressed.

"Ugh."

"Count me in."

"Being friends with you is really a dangerous thing."

Cao Yuan's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help but tease.

"Fatty, it seems like you are also their target this time?"

Baili Tuming smiled awkwardly.

"Ah? Really?"

"Hahaha, I forgot."

Only Shen Qingzhu has not expressed his opinion yet, and he is also the key figure in Su Chen's plan.

He's there.

Han Shaoyun's threat is almost zero.

"Humph, I'll go with you guys as a way of repaying you for saving me on the bus."

Shen Qingzhu crossed her arms and said proudly.

"Hey, brother, you're so polite?"

Shen Qingzhu glared at Baili Tuming and said in a cold voice.

"Fatty!"

"I have always been clear about gratitude and resentment, okay?"

Baili Tuming shrank his neck, hid behind Cao Yuan, and muttered softly.

"What's so bad about it?"

"I am your employer now."

Bring up this.

Shen Qingzhu's tone softened again.

"Let's talk first."

"Even if the crisis is over, you still have to pay me the 1000 yuan today, and forget about it tomorrow."

Su Chen watched from the side and spoke softly.

"Do not worry."

"If this plan succeeds, the bonus will definitely be substantial."

Shen Qingzhu snorted lightly.

"I'm not helping you for the bonus."

Su Chen stepped forward and patted Shen Qingzhu on the shoulder.

"I know."

"Do you have any more chewing gum? Give me one."

Several black lines suddenly appeared on Shen Qingzhu's forehead.

"You."

"You won't buy it yourself, right?"

In this regard.

Su Chen just wanted to say.

“It’s not that I can’t afford it, but eating from my friends is more cost-effective.”

Let’s talk about it.

Shen Qingzhu still took out a box from his pocket, gave it to Su Chen, and was about to pack it up when he suddenly felt a chill all over his body.

It was as if he was being stared at by a hungry wolf.

Raise your head stiffly.

Everywhere you look.

Lin Qiye, Baili Tuming, and Cao Yuan looked at him eagerly, and the meaning in their eyes could not be more obvious.

"Brother, whoever sees it gets a share."

While talking.

Baili Tuming stretched out his hand.

Shen Qingzhu gritted his teeth, took out the half chewing gum that was in his pocket, and gave one to each person.

The bastard Baili Tuming took two pills.

This is just great.

This made his already limited belongings even worse.

Looking at the packaging that is gradually running out.

Shen Qingzhu suddenly had an absurd idea.

Or... quit?

So that I don’t have to be taken advantage of by these bastards every day.

"Let's go."

Go halfway.

Baili Tuming couldn't help but ask.

"By the way, Su Chen, how did you know their location?"

"A friend told me."

"Fuck, what kind of friend is this? So awesome?"

"You'll find out later."

With An Qingyu assisting them off the field, it was not difficult for them to find the enemies hiding in the dark; it could even be said to be very simple.

Kilometers away.

Leng Xuan shook off the snow on his body.

"team leader."

"Su Chen, Lin Qiye and the others went to the south of the city with knives."

Chen Muye's voice came from the headset.

"understood."

"Keep a close eye on us, we'll be there soon."

"it is good."

South of the city.

Red Romantic KTV, Room 444.

Colorful lights flash.

The table in the center was filled with wine bottles, the ashtray was piled high with cigarette butts, and the air was filled with an indescribable smell.

Nine people sat on both sides of the table.

They either wore sunglasses or were shirtless, revealing their hideous and terrifying tattoos, with different expressions.

The middle-aged man in the lead had a rough voice. He stood in the middle of the room, holding a microphone, his body swaying to the rhythm of the music.

"Makabaka, Aka, Yaka."

"Ika, Aka, huh~"

"Ham, dam, akapa, ying, ang, wu~"

………………

The song ends.

The others nearby immediately applauded.

"Xie Yi's singing is getting better and better!"

"No skill, all emotion."

"Woohoo, that's awesome!"

Scorpion waved his hand, put down the microphone, sat in his seat, and took a big gulp of wine.

"Cool!"

"Every time before a mission, I sing a song and my soul feels purified. When I kill someone, my hands don't shake and my legs don't ache."