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Chapter 153
"He Sikong is so arrogant! He actually made me wait for so long!"

The underground river slapped by Shu Juan surged onto the beach with some chill.

The beach is off-white, and there are underground river products similar to coral or pearl oysters that are discarded randomly, fine and dazzling.

But upon closer inspection, these coral-like things are actually pieces of unknown fragments.Sharp edges and corners, stained with silt and sand.

"Heh, let's just wait. He, Sikong, is so courageous that he even dares to neglect the big boss!"

There was anger hidden in one person's words, as if the tip of a needle was hidden, and it fell on this artificial beach, which was so bright that it attracted people's attention.

There is a moist wind flowing in the dark river, and there are clear splashing sounds from time to time.On the long sandy beach, clusters of impatient figures were scattered.

There were eight people standing with their hands down, their clothes were fairly neat and clean, the tailoring was in line with ergonomics, and they were worn like silk on their bodies, without hindering their movements in the slightest.

In front of the chest of the clothes, there is an embroidery that looks like a variegated wolf hair,

The name of the clothes is 'Wolf Attendant', which is unique to the little boss, so the identities of these eight people are also ready to be revealed.

"Let me just say, how can a mere repairman be qualified for the position of a small boss? How can he manage his subordinates if he does things so laxly!"

A man with a broken eyebrow looked unhappy, the left eyebrow was broken in two from the middle, and there was a faint scar passing through the eye socket.

And his right hand doesn't seem to be made of flesh and blood. With the dazzling light refracted by the sand grains on the beach, it can faintly see a metallic luster, as if made of alloy!
"Hahaha, young people, it's normal to sleep late or something!"

Suddenly, a loud laugh pretending to be relaxed came out, but a man with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and bronze skin came out, with a cropped head, thick black hair, and the roots stood up, looking very energetic.

"Oh, Wang Meng, you are a good old man, you are really lenient. Why, do you know that kid?"

The man with broken eyebrows sneered, and there was a little more sarcasm in his words: "Or, do you think that kid is like you, killing his own guide, and cherishing each other?"

Wang Meng shook his head, but did not answer. He cupped his hands and said to Du Xinniang, who was lazily lying on the beach chair a few steps away, "Boss, if this is the case, I'll ask someone to call for it. Don't mind."

Hearing this, Du Xinniang yawned with her mouth covered, and changed her position to lie on her side, letting her plump and slender legs suddenly appear.

Du Xinniang supported her head and hummed in a strong nasal voice: "Mm~"

As soon as these words came out, everyone felt numb to the core, like a kitten's claws scratching their hearts.But all of them kept their eyes on the tip of their noses, pretending to count the sand at their feet, acting like a gentleman.

Wang Meng rubbed his nose with a forced smile, strode back, appeared outside the beach, and told his two attendants: "Go to the East Ninth District, let Sikong hurry up, and it's time to discuss the plan! Um……"

Speaking of this, Wang Meng reminded in a deep voice: "Don't be reckless, treat him well!"

"Yes!"

The two nodded with serious expressions, bearing Wang Meng's words in their hearts. It was enough to see that Wang Meng was majestic and deep-seated, and was definitely not like his somewhat honest face.

The two quickly ran side by side without saying a word, and soon came to the East Ninth District.

Smelling the sour smell of corruption in the air, as well as the smell of fermented sweat, the two frowned subconsciously.

A few Xingkou wandering aimlessly on the street heard the movement, raised their eyelids, buttoned their boogers, wiped their sleeves, and continued to aimlessly.

"It is said that the East Ninth District is a cancerous tumor. I saw it today, and it really is! What kind of dog, there are..."

"Don't make extra troubles, call people, leave, it's that simple."

The other person shook his head and interrupted his companion's complaints, knocked on the door slowly and heavily, and said loudly: "Boss Sikong, the ten-day deadline is up, please go to the beach to discuss!"

The voice was loud and powerful, and lasted for a long time, but there was no answer for a long time.

This person frowned, walked to the gate, and said loudly to the screen: "Boss Sikong, are you at home? I need you!"

'Bang bang bang! '

Some heavy knocks on the door were mixed with the crisp doorbell.

There was no sound from the other end of the screen for a long time, and the door was closed as before.

The two frowned and looked at each other. Just as they were about to continue shouting, they suddenly saw a wretched man with an alloy prosthesis, a bald head, and blackened die teeth walking over.

Old Man Dong looked at the two suspiciously, blocked the door and asked, "Who are you two, and what are you doing?"

The person who knocked on the door said patiently: "My friend, I don't know where your little boss of East Ninth District, Sikong, is. Big boss Xin Duniang has something to ask him for."

Old man Dong was still too lazy to lift his spirits, but when he heard the word Xin Du Niang, his eyes widened, his face became a little more anxious, and he said in a hurry: "Come with me, come with me! The boss is not here At home..."

The two nodded secretly and followed Old Man Dong.

After a while, however, both of them frowned.

The shabby flat-panel house, the low threshold of waterlogging, and the canopy covered the hollow in the ceiling, and a strong strange smell came from the house, which almost overwhelmed the two of them.

A Xingkou was sitting outside the door with a face full of helplessness. Seeing Old Man Dong approaching at this moment, he greeted him as if seeing a savior, and said bitterly, "Old Dongtou, you said the boss..."

Old Man Dong's eyes sharpened, he stopped Xing Kou's complaints, smiled and said to the two people around him: "Our Boss Sikong is inside..."

The two held their noses and walked into the house holding their breath. They saw that in the house with four walls, there were many wine cans scattered on the floor. They were all opened, either empty, or half a spoonful left. From the mouth of the can, the cloudy liquor dripped on the floor.

And in the center of the wine jar, a man whose clothes were wet with wine was lying on a jar of wine with an unkempt face, soundly asleep.

"Good wine, good wine! Old man Dong... drink, drink..."

The man was still talking drunk, and unconsciously embraced the spilled wine jug with both hands: "Also say that I, I am a young child who has never spoken, hey, grandpa, I... I am born to drink!"

The expressions on the two people's faces were a little complicated, and they asked Old Man Dong, who was smiling awkwardly at the side, "Is he Sikong?"

"Hey, that's it!"

The old man Dong hurriedly nodded and replied.

The corner of one person's mouth twitched, but he still suppressed the smell of alcohol and sweat, and walked towards Sikong who was drunk on the ground.

'Mmmmmmmmm...'

Unexpectedly, before this person walked in, Sikong slid his head and fell directly into the wine jar, the strong wine was directly poured into Sikong's mouth and nose, and Sikong suddenly woke up.

Patting his head, Sikong looked around suspiciously: "Oh, it's over, next one, next one..."

Sikong staggered to his feet, staggered forward, but was pulled by Old Man Dong, and said in a deep voice, "Boss, Niang Xin is looking for you!"

Hearing this, Sikong rubbed his sleepy eyes, and said with a drunken smile, "Which mother? Beautiful lady? Where is it? I'll go and see if it's exquisite!"

Suddenly, the faces of the three people present turned dark.

"Sikong! The big boss is looking for you to discuss the plan for advancing the chaotic Gobi!"

One person had suppressed anger on his face, but he still clasped his hands together and roared in a rough voice.

"Big boss? Plan?"

Sikong scratched his head in confusion, his movements froze suddenly, his drunkenness faded completely, he slapped his forehead, and took a few steps away.

It's a mistake to drink!
(End of this chapter)