Trafford’s Trading Club

When it was late at night and Xiao Zhi had fallen into a deep sleep, San'er fetched a bucket of water and quietly came to the back door with a brush and washing powder.

These red letters in front of her house... She could only choose this time to erase them by herself, otherwise she wouldn't be able to do business tomorrow.

A woman has to do this kind of thing... she has to do everything herself.

But when she walked to the back and tried to open the door, she found that the door was ajar. This made San'er startled, and he even heard some strange noises!

San'er suddenly came over, took a pole lying next to him in his hand, and carefully looked through the crack of the door.

But what she saw was Mark, who lit a fire lamp and placed it on the ground. He was washing the red letters on the wall with a brush in his hand.

The sound the door shaft makes when the wooden door is pushed.

"You..." San'er walked out.

Mark... Cook just glanced at it and continued to paint the red letters on the wall without stopping.

Seeing that Mark didn't say anything, San'er silently took out the water he had drawn and washed himself silently on the other side.

If there is light, the words written on these paints are very dazzling and red, like blood attached to the wall. San'er's eyes turned red, feeling uncomfortable in his heart, and then he brushed hard with the brush.

I don’t know how long it will take.

Suddenly San'er heard Mark's voice, and he said, "I will leave here tomorrow morning."

San'er's body trembled slightly, but he didn't say anything, he just brushed harder.

"Don't stay in this place, it's not suitable for you."

San'er heard Mark's voice again. She moved a little slower and said with a wry smile: "Leave? Where can I go? I don't know anything. How can I live outside?"

“Human beings’ ability to survive is never beyond their imagination.”

San'er stopped and looked towards Mark... This tall, mysterious, and powerful man seemed to have a very powerful persuasive power when he said this.

but.

"To put it lightly, I still have to take care of my daughter. How can I live outside?" San'er seemed to be protesting, and the grievances in his heart were gradually magnified. "Outside, I don't know anyone, not even anyone who can talk. There are no people, you teach me how to live?"

"You are here, too, and there is no one to talk to."

The Mark in front of him still looked so indifferent.

San'er threw the brush into the bucket and sat on the steps of the back door, covering her face and crying softly... She heard words that were extremely uncomfortable for her.

He frowned, looked at San'er's appearance, and subconsciously stepped forward, but he suddenly stopped. On the one hand, he realized that the comforting actions in the past would bring a lot of unnecessary involvement, and on the other hand, he Then...

He heard some small, approaching footsteps, and Cook turned around suddenly!

I saw four men with their faces simply wrapped in towels, carrying crowbars and a bucket.

"Who are you?" Cook suddenly shouted in a deep voice.

The three people dressed up like this late at night were certainly not good people. When they heard the shouting and questioning, instead of being afraid, they looked at each other and walked up without fear.

The four of them are still holding crowbars. Are they still afraid of a foreigner?

San'er heard the sound and looked over quickly, with a look of fear on her face, and she stood up subconsciously.

"These things on the wall were also written by you?" Cook asked calmly at this time.

The four masked men didn't say a word, they just rushed over one after another, waving the crowbars in their hands... It looked like they had been fighting like this a lot, and they had a somewhat ferocious aura.

Cook frowned slightly, but showed no fear. He turned his eyes and saw the pole that San'er had just taken out and was now leaning against the wall, so he kicked it lightly with his foot.

Taking advantage of the situation, he took the end of the pole that was flying towards him and used it as a pole. The moment he started to grab it, Cook suddenly became distracted. It was a feeling he was very familiar with.

It feels like he has often behaved like this before. But he didn't have time to think about what he was facing when he was attacked by the four masked men.

The pole turned in a circle in Cook's hand, and a kind of fanatic ferocity flowing through his body emerged from the depths of his body, driving his body like instinct.

So he moved!

This plain and even black and moldy shoulder pole suddenly turned into a hummingbird soaring into the sky. It went straight to the shoulder blade of a masked man and knocked the man upside down with one blow. A distance of two or three meters!

Screams rang out, and almost all the bones in the man's shoulder blades exploded due to this terrifying impact. Only then did the masked man remember to scream, and he already passed out from the pain.

When the other three people saw it, they became even more ferocious, and three iron crows hit Cook's head at the same time! It's not a particularly impressive method, but it's a hard-working way of beating sap that has been practiced for many years!

Cook hummed softly, and like a snake, Cook clicked the pole three times very quickly. As if he had made precise calculations, he clicked on the same position on the wrists of the three masked men without exception. And the crowbars in their hands were knocked away at the same time!

The three of them screamed at the same time, grabbing their wrists in agony, feeling as if they had been hit by a rock!

The three iron crows fell down at this time, and Cook stirred them one by one with the pole. The three iron crows were entangled with the pole as if they were attached to each other and started to rotate!

Cook suddenly swung the crow down, and with a bang, the three crows were inserted vertically into the old stone bricks in the alley, like three sticks of incense, standing in front of the three masked men. in front of.

The three of them were immediately horrified. How could they care whether they were fierce or not? He crawled on the ground and helped up his companion who had fainted from the pain early, and ran into the alley.

Cook wanted to catch up, but at this moment he suddenly felt a splitting headache and his head felt like it was going to explode. How could he care about chasing after him?

He supported his body with a pole, reached out and pinched his eyebrows, and remained still.

"Ma...Mark, you, how are you?"

After a long time, San'er, who had just been born and turned pale with fright, patted Mark's shoulder nervously.

Then he suddenly opened his eyes and shook his head... The headache had become much lighter.

He felt that something wanted to rush out from the depths of his mind, but it seemed as if there was a big net covering it, trapping the outflow of these things that were very important to him.

"Who...are they?" San'er asked in horror.

Cook frowned and walked to the white oil drum that was left here after the four masked guys ran away. He opened it and smelled it, then looked up at San'er and asked, "Have you offended anything?" People? This is gasoline, they should want to set fire to it."

"Arson!" San'er was suddenly frightened and his steps were unsteady.

But at this moment, the neighbor's house suddenly turned on the lights. When Cook saw it, he quickly said: "Let's talk after we get inside!"

He quickly picked up the bucket of gasoline, picked up the bucket with a pole, and took Saner through the back door without hesitation, and pulled down the door bolt.

Cook still seemed very calm.

But San'er was at a loss.

"Think about it seriously, who could it be?" Cook asked again.

San'er calmed down and subconsciously thought about the incident where she had an argument with someone in the nursery and was almost beaten...but she thought about it carefully and denied it.

First of all, time was running out. It was impossible for the other party to arrange for someone to write those insulting words on the door of her house in such a short time after she came back from the nursery. Furthermore, if someone is set on fire because of this little thing... it would be unjustifiable.

"I don't know." San'er shook his head helplessly.

Cook pondered for a moment, then said directly: "Make sure all the doors at home are locked. I'll go outside and take a look... Also, I won't leave tomorrow."

Saner was stunned for a moment, and when she was about to speak, she saw Mark reaching out to pick up the pole and pushing the door open. This figure from behind gave her an unprecedented sense of security.

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Putting down the telescope, Nero's pupils flashed another faint blue halo, but she still didn't notice it. Instead, she narrowed her eyes and smiled.

"Ah ha, in the end I couldn't help but take action."

Miss Tyrant smiled softly, and the plans in her heart seemed to be enriched again, "You must thank me, Cook... I am the one who sent you a foreign love."

She took advantage of the fact that there was no one around the tofu shop who could detect her presence, so she easily sneaked into it.