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Chapter six hundred and nineteen like a dog

After reaching a certain tacit understanding, Jetero and Ferdinand seemed much more relaxed, and then Jetero smiled and said, "For the convenience of cooperation, it is better for us to live closer. Is there a place for us to live?"

Ferdinand seemed a little hesitant because Jetero came here this time to live with him. Of course, living with him was a bit exaggerated, but he definitely couldn't be as far away as before.

However, Ferdinand originally planned to arrange Jetero to a faraway place, but now whether there is a cooperation to be reached is put aside. The key is that after Jetero gained the dominance between the two, it was not appropriate for Ferdinand to settle Jetero before.

After hesitating for a moment, Ferdinand nodded and said, "There are eight bedrooms in the villa next to me, and you can live in it, but... I'll have someone to clean up for you now."

What a joke, let Ferdinand clean up and let him put a bunch of eavesdropping machines inside.

Due to professional habits, this room must be cleaned up by one, but Yang Yi couldn't say this, but without waiting for him to speak, Jetero smiled and said, "No, don't bother you anymore, we'll just come by ourselves."

Ferdinand seemed a little embarrassed, but he still said to his subordinates: "Take them over and ask the brothers to give up the place."

Yang Yi quickly understood what it meant to ask Ferdinand to let his brothers get the place out, because all his injured direct descendants lived in the villa next door.

A bunch of people with broken arms must have no way to continue fighting, and it looks very annoying, so Ferdinand arranged them in the villa next door. Originally, this place was definitely not prepared for Jetero, but now he temporarily decided to give the place to Jetero, the wounded here would have to make room.

The villa is big and the living room is big, but the furniture looks a bit old, but these are all trivial matters. What’s important is that the large living room of the villa is full of people, and everyone has their arms hanging.

In one night, Ferdinand's men had been treated, but it would take a hundred days to get injured. His arm was broken, and it would take the first half of the year to recover his ability to move. In other words, Yang Yi and the others fought and directly destroyed half of Ferdinand's direct line.

There were six people in the living room, and each of them looked at Yang Yi and the others with bad eyes. However, they couldn't beat them when they were intact. Now that their arms were broken, wouldn't they become brainless if they were in trouble?

So these people can only vent their dissatisfaction with their eyes, and they dare not even say swear words. They are all people who make a living from the tip of a knife. Who doesn’t know that they can’t owe anything in their mouths?

"Everyone has packed up their own things and changed the place."

The people who came with Yang Yi and the others did not speak very friendly tone. Those who were originally sitting together chatting stood up one by one and dispersed weakly.

After a while, six people walked out one after another. Some carried bags in one hand, while others hung guns around their necks and took some other weapons in their hands. However, the person Ferdinand sent to lead the way was intact and had no things to bring, but there was no point in helping.

At this moment, Zhang Yong said curiously: "Oh, where is that monster?"

The monster was the big black man. The person sent by Ferdinand frowned and shouted at the person who was weak and walking out: "Where is the monster?"

A man turned his head, looked at a closed door, and said weakly: "Pretending to be dead inside, Fake..."

He cursed in a low voice, and the replyer walked out slowly.

The people sent by Ferdinand frowned and opened a door. As soon as the door was opened, Yang Yi and the others saw that in a small house next to the living room, the black man was lowering his head and eating on the table.

To put it bluntly, the black man really looks like a dog when he eats.

The monster's arms were folded, and he had a splint on his arm and then wrapped it with a bandage, which made him unable to eat with his own hands.

The black man lived in a small room, with a large bed and a bedside table. There was a big leba and a large soup basin on the bedside table. The black man could not use his hands and no one fed him, so he had to kneel on the ground and buried his head in the big soup basin to drink the soup.

He took a mouthful of the soup bowl, and then the black man took a bite on the big Reba who put his head aside. At this moment, the person sent by Ferdinand said with disgust: "Are you the fuck deaf? Get up and leave!"

The man called the monster turned his head and looked at it, then he said with a blank expression: "I haven't finished eating yet..."

"roll!"

After being scolded by someone, the black man turned his head aside with helpless look on his face, rubbed his mouth on the bed sheet, and tried hard to stand up.

Without the assistance of arms, it is very difficult to stand up from the kneeling position, especially if you haven't adapted, you can easily subconsciously support it with your hands. The black man made this mistake and his body staggered. After reaching out to support the ground, he immediately screamed in pain.

"Idiot, hurry up!"

Yang Yi couldn't help it. He looked at the people sent by Ferdinand and sternly said: "Enough!"

It’s not that Yang Yi is compassionate, but that he really can’t stand it. This black man is Ferdinand’s subordinates and is in the same group as those people.

For Yang Yi, everything he saw was unacceptable and extremely ununderstood. Even if he could not share life and death, would he not even have the minimum help as a comrade?

Yang Yi quickly walked behind the big black man, stretched his hands under the black man's armpit, and then used force again, which made the big black man start to thrust.

Yang Yi is not a little white-faced with no power. Although his face is white, he is a muscular man who is always training even with Feitian. However, the weight of that big black man is really much beyond his expectations.

After the black man stood up, he looked at Yang Yi with a complicated expression, then looked at Zhang Yong with a very complicated look, then lowered his head and walked slowly towards the door.

Yang Yi's help made Ferdinand's men very dissatisfied. He said with an angry look: "What a waste, you..."

With a crisp sound, Zhang Yong slapped him hard.

Zhang Yong pointed at the door and said coldly: "Get out."

Ferdinand's subordinates changed his face, but without waiting for him to get angry, Zhang Yong reached out and pinched his neck, and then said coldly: "Do you understand? Get out!"

With a casual swing, Ferdinand's men staggered and walked a few steps toward the side, then looked at Zhang Yong, but he left without saying a word.
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