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"Whose life do you want?" Cong Lang asked.

"Your." Lan Jing said.

Cong Lang looked at him, and suddenly laughed, "If you want to kill me, tell me directly, buy it with money, then Young Master Lan really can't afford it."

"Tell you so you can kill me?" Lan Jing snorted.

"Then how can I be willing, but I can allow Lan Shao to stay on the bed..."

Lan Jing didn't listen, and left directly. Cong Lang chased him with the corners of his mouth hooked, and then said, "It's useless to give you the number. That kid is very cautious. You can't get in touch with him without an introduction from someone you trust."

Lan Jing's footsteps stopped again, and he turned to look at Cong Lang.

"Help me," he said.

"Remuneration." Cong Lang stretched out his hand with a smile.

"Say."

Cong Lang whispered something next to Lan Jing's ear, Lan Jing frowned, then nodded, "Now?"

"Don't worry, I owe it first," Cong Lang said with a smile, "It just so happens that 'Golden Knife' hasn't left City C yet, so I'll contact him now."

As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone and walked a few steps away, dialing a number.

Lan Jing stood there and waited for him.

Cong Lang finished talking with Jin Dao in less than a minute, and then put his arm around Lan Jing's shoulder and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to see him."

Cong Lang and Jin Dao made an appointment.

Lan Jing thought that as the number one killer in Asia, he would be extremely cautious when he dispatched once, and came to the appointment with one step and three steps.

As a result, when they went, the 'Golden Knife' had arrived early.

"Hi." The other party waved at them.

Cong Lang walked over and patted his hand, then said, "You guys talk, I'll wait outside."

'Golden Knife' looked at Lan Jing in a blink of an eye, and asked Cong Lang, "What does this have to do with you?"

"Friend." Cong Lang said.

"Isn't it good?" 'Golden Knife' sighed regretfully.

Lan Jing raised his eyebrows, and sat down on the futon opposite him, "What do you say?"

'Golden Knife' blinked and said, "If you are A Lang's best friend, then my price will be doubled. I don't like anyone around him at all."

"Come on," Cong Lang said with a smile, "There is no one around me, and you have no chance."

After speaking, he patted Lan Jing on the shoulder and walked out.

Lan Jing got goosebumps when he heard the sound of 'Golden Knife'. He looked at the person in front of him calmly. He was wearing a pullover and jeans, with hair dyed sorrel and carrying a backpack. He looked ordinary. , looks like an ordinary college student.

But who knows that the other party's hands are not used to hold a pen, but a death scythe for harvesting life.

After Cong Lang left, 'Golden Knife' became serious. While Lan Jing was looking at him, he was also looking at Lan Jing who might become his employer.

"Young Master Lan, right?" 'Golden Knife' handed Lan Jing a note, "Please write down the target's name."

Lan Jing picked up the pen, stopped the pen tip on the paper for a while, and wrote three words.

'Golden Knife' took a look, raised his eyebrows, then took out the lighter and burned the note, and said, "Sorry, I can't do this business."

Lan Jing frowned, "I can double the price."

'Golden Knife' said, "Do you know how much this person is worth on the flower list?"

He wrote 3 on paper and added [-] million.

"At this price, many people in our industry will not be able to earn it in their lifetime, but no one dares to accept it. Do you know why?"

Lan Jing looked at him.

'Golden Knife' smiled, "Because none of those who dared to catch them came back alive."

"You should have found someone else before you found me. At least I'm sure that no one in the top ten of the flower list will take this job, unless he wants to die."

"With your ability, don't you dare?" Lan Jing frowned and asked.

'Golden Knife' shook his head with a smile, then sighed, "If you make money, you have to spend it."

When Cong Lang stood outside and smoked a cigarette, 'Golden Knife' came out of the bar.

"Finished?"

'Golden Knife' nodded, "I'll go first."

"Hey," Cong Lang lowered his head and took a puff of his cigarette before asking, "Who is his target?"

'Golden Knife' stopped, turned around, and said meaningfully, "That's really not your girlfriend? He's so nervous."

"Speak or not?" Cong Lang cast a sidelong glance at Jin Dao, and raised the corners of his mouth with a half-smile.

"Tsk," Jin Dao shrank his neck and took two steps back, "Although I like you, we can't break the rules. I can only tell you that I can't take this business."

After speaking, he waved his hand and walked away with the cup of milk tea he wanted.

Cong Lang's peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and there were very few businesses that allowed 'Golden Knife' to quit. Who is Lan Jing's enemy?

He stubbed out the cigarette butt in his hand, thought for a while and dialed a number.

"Boss, you finally think of your brothers?!"

"Don't be poor first, help me to check...forget it."

In the middle of Cong Lang's speech, he cut off the phone again. He really didn't need to create a powerful enemy for himself just for a bed partner.

Cong Lang was so impulsive just now, he shook his head secretly, put his phone in his pocket, threw away the cigarette butt, and went into the bar.

Lan Jing was still sitting inside, the wine bottle in front of him was already empty.

"I'm hungry." He looked up at Cong Lang and said.

"I'll call you what you want to eat." Cong Lang handed him the menu at hand.

But Lan Jing stood up from the futon and said, "Don't eat here, I'll take you to eat something else."

Lan Jing hailed a car and drove for more than three hours, directly from City C to the neighboring city, and then stopped at a dilapidated alley at the junction of urban and rural areas after walking for a long time.

"It's here." He turned his head and said to Cong Lang, and then led him to the depths of the alley.

The two entered a miscellaneous grain noodle restaurant. The environment in the noodle restaurant was not good. Toilet paper after wiping their mouths was thrown everywhere on the floor, and the tables, chairs and surrounding walls were covered with a thick layer of oil stains.

There were a few dusty construction workers talking loudly as they munched.

This small shop is full of the atmosphere of the market, and it is very out of place with the two people who came in.

But Cong Lang didn't say anything, and when he came, he calmly found a chair and sat down.

"Are the noodles here delicious?" He asked Lan Jing with a smile.

But Lan Jing said, "It's not tasty, it smells like hot pot water."

Cong Lang, "..."

Lan Jing ordered two bowls of miscellaneous sauce noodles, and the taste was really not very good. Cong Lang didn't really want to eat it after only one bite.

"When I was ten years old, standing outside this shop, my biggest wish was to eat a bowl of noodles like this." Lan Jing said suddenly.

Cong Lang put down his chopsticks and looked at him quietly.

"But at that time, a woman came over and said that the food she cooked was better than this. If I go home with her, she will cook it for me." Lan Jing smiled, "Actually, I had been hungry for four days at that time. Filling my stomach, I don’t care about the taste, so I asked her if she could buy me a bowl of rice, the cheapest one, but she didn’t, she said I wouldn’t go home with her, and she wouldn’t give me anything.”

"Then did you go with her?" Cong Lang asked.

"Go," Lan Jing glanced at Cong Lang, and hooked the corner of his mouth, "I saw that she was well dressed, with a diamond ring on her hand, and an LV bag, so I thought I'd find her on the road. The opportunity, I snatched her, and then ran."