"I always feel that some annoying guy is coming back." Junko, who was standing on the sofa eating snacks and watching TV series, said.

Quan Fei, who was watching the magazine instead of painting the corpse, took out his cell phone and looked at it, and then replied: "Today should be the day when the guys in Southeast Asia come back."

"Southeast Asia? Let me think about who is here..." Junko pinched a piece of potato chips and stuffed them into her mouth, then put the potato chips in her mouth and said, "One soda sauce!"

Then he stuffed a potato chip into his mouth: "There is also fish sauce!"

The third film: "Hans little brother!"

"Qin...that word...Qin Qi! It seems that he is indeed an annoying guy..." Fourth...

"Stop your boring game..." Quan Fei shook his head silently, "It seems that Takikos and Yingzhijin are doing well, and Fco probably has started to jump in a hurry."

"When will I go to Kanjima City..." Junko asked, licking her finger, "The delicious food over there seems to be a little more..."

"Although I don't want to comment on your interests..." Quan Fei said with a slanted eye, "But your expenses are almost up to Guo Zhibo..."

"He can't compare with me." Junko threw the bag of potato chips he had eaten into the trash can, took out a can of pork jerky and started to chew: "I have a very meaningful physiological need! His krypton gold in the game is simply a waste!"

Quan Fei chuckled and refused to answer. His experience of getting along and his colleagues told him that he and Junko would pay a huge price in the end - either she would rub her hard or she would rub her hard.

The two people who were idle in the hall downstairs of the factory were silent again, leaving only the sound of Junko eating, the sound of fake flipping books and the sound of TV.

After a while, a sharp metal cracking sound broke the tranquility in an instant. Junko and Quan Bo looked at the factory gate at the first time - that was the source of the sound.

The retractable door of the factory was opened with a large hole in his arms and bare hands. A pool of dark red blood shadows crawled in on the ground.

"Yu Haipeng? Why is he back?" Junko stopped eating, looked carefully at the [Happy Hunting] slowly squirming on the floor, and said in confusion: "Well, it's a little wrong."

Junko's words had just fallen, [Hunting for Happy] The sick-looking arms reached into the inner space to fish out Yu Haipeng, who had only half of his body left.

"Hurry...save...I..." Yu Haipeng said these three words tremblingly, then fainted after his eyes rolled.

"oh                  god..." Junko looked at Yu Haipeng's bloody lower body, and silently put the pork jerky in her hand aside.

"What's this?" Quan Fei kowtowed his forehead, "I just helped him resurrect yesterday, and I'm about to die again today? Don't watch it anymore, hurry up and call Guo Zhibo down."

Junzi climbed up the ladder and went up the second floor, while Quan Fu went over to see Yu Haipeng's condition. The latter's skin was covered with a light red film, but this film was also fading over time.

"Fortunately, he drank the life-driving potion in time." Quan Fei lit a cigarette and walked to Yu Haipeng to observe. Even if Quan Fei could calmly engrave and paint on the corpse, he couldn't help but frown when he saw Yu Haipeng's injuries.

Yu Haipeng's legs and man symbolized that he was tragically removed, and a hole as big as a bowl was opened in his lower body. His muscles and organs in his body were torn apart by the sharp blade. The shocking minced meat and the pelvic bones that were stirred into pieces were mixed together. How miserable it would be.

"Oh, isn't this Yu Haipeng? It looks a bit miserable today."

The person who spoke was a dignified and beautiful mature woman. She wore ankle-length red dress and was wearing high heels that were ten centimeters high when she was at home. Her long blonde hair covered her left eye, and a tear mole under her exposed right eye looked extremely charming, and it looked a little out of place with her dignified temperament, but what was even more inconsistent with her temperament was the cigar she held in her hand.

"He has fainted." Quan didn't raise his head.

The blonde lady raised her lips gently and stepped forward in high heels. There were no stairs in front of her, only an iron ladder for climbing.

So she leaned down and fell directly from the second floor. Quan Fei, who was below, quietly reached out to catch her.

"You seem to be a little heavier again. Kriel has the potential to become a fat woman." Quan Fei put Kriel on the ground and shook his aching arm. "I won't have to pick it up soon. If you hit the floor, it's probably going to be a fat that will relieve you from eight points of strength."

"I just like seeing you very unhappy." Kriel giggled, then took a cigar and spitted the domineering smoke on Quan Fei's face.

"I'm used to it for a few times when I'm not happy." Quan Fei waved his hand and patted the smoke away, "Also, I'm not asking you to have fun, you stinky woman."

"You can't speak so rudely, gentleman." Kriel smiled charmingly, and the word "gentleman" seemed particularly sarcastic. She stretched out her hand to pick Quan Fei's chin, but was slapped away.

"Don't be more timid." Quan Fei said lightly, "Although you can be resurrected, you still have to suffer."

"Well, that's not necessarily true." Kriel, who had a cold butt, was not annoyed. It seemed that as long as Quan Fei was unhappy, the woman would feel happy.

Quan Fei raised his eyebrows, suddenly took out a pistol from his inner bag of his shirt, opened the safe and pointed it at Kriel. The latter also took corresponding measures as soon as he moved - a rectangular body that was only ten centimeters long and looked like a box in his hand, making the move to throw it out at any time.

The color of the box is divided into two halves, and towards Kriel's half is a neon-like fluorescent red, while to the outside half is a plain black.

It was just such a thing that seemed to be unthreatening, but Quan Fei gritted his teeth in discomfort.

"Why not shoot? The bullet is much faster than my hands." Kriel smiled.

Quan Fei's face became a little distorted, but it immediately returned to normal.

He put away his gun, snuffed out the burned cigarette, and then climbed up to the second floor in silence.

"Tsk, useless man." Kriel laughed contemptuously, "No wonder your family is so pitiful. With you, you are a heir, it's hard not to die."

Quan Fei paused, but he only paused for a moment and continued to climb up without looking back. But as soon as he arrived at the second floor, he saw Junko and Guo Zhibo standing next to the stairs.

"Max? What does her words mean?" Junko lowered her voice and said curiously.

"Don't ask if you shouldn't." Quan Fei no longer had his usual dull appearance. Now he looked cold, and he could see his gums tremble slightly, and a crazy light permeated his eyes.

"Okay... OK. Guo Zhibo, let's go down quickly." Junzi's heart was thrilled and quickly led the inactive Guo Zhibo downstairs.

Guo Zhibo summoned his initial stage to carry out the so-called "treatment", and Junko next to him was already holding the snacks and began to think a lot.

She looked at Kriel, who was sitting gracefully at the dining table and tasting wine.

"Sure enough, this kind of big shot is still hard to serve, and even max can't stand her anger."

Junko shook her head, but saw Kriel looking at her too. Junko smiled with a meat-stricken smile, and Kriel also chuckled softly.

However, what Junko didn't see was the contempt in Kriel's eyes.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!