Finally, Jing Kun couldn't take it anymore.
" Ah Xin, Xiao Xin, don't say anymore. I want to be quiet, okay? Quiet for a while." Jing Kun looked at Zhao Xin with a pained expression. How could this guy be so talkative? F * ck!
" Ah, Big Brother, I haven't finished yet." Xin Zhao felt a little wronged.
"How far is it from your base camp?”
"Soon, it's up ahead,"
"Yeah."
The two of them walked quietly one after the other.
"Sigh, I say, big brother…"
"Shut up!"
"Oh, I see."
"Big brother!"
"Shut up!"
"Well, I wanted to say that we're here."
"Hmm? We're here? F * ck. We're finally here." Jing Kun looked at the bar in front of him and felt as if he had learned from a Buddhist scripture and had achieved a positive result.
" Lord Xin!" The lackey at the door saw Zhao Xin and shouted loudly.
"En, call all the brothers over. I'll introduce a new brother to everyone."
"Okay." The underling heard this and slipped inside.
"Ahem. Brothers. Do you see this person in front of me? From now on, he will be our second in charge. His status is equal to mine, understand?"
"Got it." There was a pandering voice from below
bar
" I say, Little Xin, you're still the second in charge? You're like a bandit." Jing Kun looked at Zhao Xin with a pained expression.
"Aiya, big brother, this isn't a habit. It's so comfortable for the head to listen to it." Seeing that Zhao Xin wasn't ashamed but felt proud instead, Jing Kun felt helpless.
After drinking a few cups, Jing Kun instructed Zhao Xin and walked out.
Why should he ask Jing Kun? The phrase " rob the rich to help the poor " was, of course, Jing Kun. After a night, he returned with a full load. Jing Kun still smiled at the corrupt officials. However, five official positions were not too big. Now, he already had 300 million in his bank account. After the robbery, Jing Kun had only one thought. Damn, corrupt officials are really rich.
the next day
Jing Kun was still drinking in a corner of the bar, slowly nurturing that trace of internal strength. Now, his internal strength had already grown quite a bit, although it was still not much.
Days passed. There were still five days before the plot started. Jing Kun's internal energy could already slowly circulate to his fist, but it was still so weak. Compared to the vast dantian, that trace of true energy was not enough to protect the Dao. It was still too weak. Jing Kun shook his head. It seemed that he could only hear about the bloodline becoming stronger quickly.
One day, the man in black came…
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