Trafford’s Trading Club

"Trash! A bunch of trash! Four people can't handle one of them, and they all come back injured!"

Zhang Kun is very angry! Looking at the younger brothers in front of me, I am even more angry! !

"Boss, you don't know, that foreigner is so good at playing with a pole! Even my brothers with crowbars are no match. Look at him, look at his shoulders, I think they must be useless!"

Zhang Kun frowned. The guy who was most seriously injured hadn't woken up yet, but when he saw the location of the wound from his opened clothes, Zhang Kun himself felt a little cold on his back.

"You, take him to see the doctor quickly!" Zhang Kun waved his hand, but quickly changed his words: "No! Don't go to the town! You drive a motorcycle to the next town, don't watch here. The doctor asked you What, you were hit by a bicycle! Do you understand?"

"I know, boss!"

Zhang Kun had no intention of using the two wax pills he got from the mysterious man... He felt that it was not worth using such a good thing on his little brother!

"Male Gobi! This foreigner is so good at fighting!" After watching the two people leave, Zhang Kun sat down angrily, and the remaining two boys quickly poured him a glass of water.

"Brother, I think this foreigner is not simple... should we or should we not mess with him?"

Bullying good and fearing evil has always been the standard for their actions.

He then said with a grim look on his face: "Besides, brother, if you really like that little girl in San'er, our brothers can just help you tie it up quietly. Then won't you be free to play with it? Wait until you get tired of playing. , just throw it back, how dare such a little widow dare to talk about it everywhere! It will be in vain if you do it! "

"Is this interesting?" Zhang Kun snorted, "A bunch of people who don't understand anything! Get out and don't bother me!"

The two younger brothers looked at each other. Their wrists were also in severe pain. After hearing this, they were still willing to stay there, so they went to find a place to heal their injuries.

Zhang Kun drank a bottle of Jiujiang here alone, peeled a few peanuts and ate them... As he ate, he felt they were tasteless, so he swept everything on the table to the floor.

"It looks like you failed."

"you again!"

The moment he heard the sound, Zhang Kun glared hard. As expected, the guy in the coat still appeared at the window. Of course, this time the window was at his home.

Zhang Kun stepped forward angrily, "I did everything you asked me to do, but what's the result? I didn't get anything! My men were even injured! You didn't tell me that this foreigner is so difficult to deal with." !!”

Wearing a coat... Nero chuckled twice at this time, "Silly? If it wasn't difficult, would I give you that kind of medicine as a reward? Do you really think it's pie in the sky?"

Only then did Zhang Kun suppress his anger: "Tell me the truth! Who is this foreigner?"

Nero chuckled again.

Zhang Kun said angrily: "Why are you laughing!"

Nero mocked: "Laughing at you, you loser. Laughing at your useless appearance with nowhere to vent at this time... Oh, I just passed by that tofu shop and heard the commotion inside. It was really violent. Men and women, Tsk tsk. Do you want to go and take a look? Maybe these two are not over yet."

"You..." Waiting for his eyes to be as big as a cow, Zhang Kun stretched out his hand across the window frame, trying to grab Nero's neck.

But he didn't know how terrifying the person he wanted to catch was. Nero didn't even use his hands directly, but just pressed the painting tube on Zhang Kun's arm, directly pressing his arm against the window frame...pressing heavily!

Zhang Kun suddenly broke out in cold sweat from the pain, and felt as if his arm was about to break. He looked at the other party in horror... This guy is stronger than imagined!

Nero said calmly at this time: "I won't talk nonsense to you. The things I asked you to do in the first place were just to make the woman at the tofu shop unable to bear the rumors and choose to separate from Cook. But you are so useless that you failed. Then there is no other way, I can only change my attention temporarily."

"You...what do you want me to do?"

Nero said: "If Cook is here all day, you won't be able to get San'er in one day. Do you believe it?"

Of course, even if Cook is not here, you can't get San'er... She didn't intend to point out this sentence.

"You want me to... do it, kill him?" A ruthless look flashed in Zhang Kun's eyes, and it was obvious that he was just hesitant... not because of fear.

"No, you can't deal with him." Nero shook his head and said, "But just help me lure him out... Of course, if you can anger him, that would be better. In the end, I will deal with him myself!"

The angry and even crazy Lord of the Thousand Thorns Spear... Thinking of Cook in that state, Nero couldn't help but let out a low silly laugh.

This kind of anger and madness would be impossible if Cook were sober. Nero knew very well how difficult it was to break through Cook's nearly flawless state of mind.

With that said, Nero pushed Zhang Kun directly to the ground with the painting tube, turned around and left: "If you still want your benefits, your third son, just do as I say, otherwise... the consequences I don’t know.”

Zhang Kun got up in fear. At this time, he could still see traces of the other party... coming and going without a trace!

…

"Ah... looking forward to it."

Under the moonlight, Nero sat on the edge of someone else's rooftop, stretched, and then suddenly turned around.

She unzipped the leather jacket she was wearing, and stopped when the zipper reached her belly. As for what was inside... it wasn't a common women's underwear, but white cloth strips wrapped one after another.

It turned out that the chest was bound with bandages.

She reached out and clasped it inside her chest, and after a while she pulled out a black card. Nero stood up, pulled back his zipper, flicked the black card with his fingers, and said with a smile: "Boss, boss, can you hear me?"

But after Nero waited for a while, there was nothing in front of her, and the black card seemed to have no response. She couldn't help but muttered: "Hmm... is there a distance limit? Ah, it's so troublesome to walk back. It’s weird to say…!”

But at this moment, Nero turned around. The person standing behind her was not the new owner of the club, Luo Qiu. Who else?

"Hello, Miss Nero." Luo Qiu said softly, "Excuse me, do you have anything to ask me about?"

"Business is coming to me." Nero narrowed his eyes, stretched out his tongue and lightly licked the black card, and said with a charming smile: "Do you want to do it?"

"Of course." Boss Luo nodded, "We will not refuse the customer's request."

"Aha, what a good boss." Nero blinked and said, "I was thinking, if one day I can't survive anymore, how about I just sell myself to you? You will protect me, right?"

"Of course, as long as it's your request." Boss Luo's extremely formal official answer.

"Thanks."

But Nero didn't mind at all. Instead, he passed his fingers across his lips and gave the mysterious boss a worthless... blowing kiss for the second time.