Five minutes later.
The door of the Feng Shui shop was pushed open.
Three men walked in.
The leader was wearing a black windbreaker and had a cigarette in his mouth. There was a five-centimeter scar on the corner of his right eye, which was very impressive.
There were two people following behind him. One of them had dyed yellow hair, while the other had a very strong body. There was a sharp dagger on his back and waist.
It was none other than Sang Biao, who Qin Zhenhai had sent over.
Sang Biao spat out the cigarette in his mouth on the ground, walked to the nearest chair in front of the counter, and sat down.
He crossed his legs arrogantly.
Two of his underlings stood behind him.
Sang Biao glanced at Chen Ruo He from the corner of his eyes.
"Are you the owner of this shop?"
"What's the matter?" Chen Ruohe replied calmly.
"I heard from the neighbors that your fortune-telling is very accurate. I don't know if it's true or not. I'm here today to ask you to read my fortune.”Sang Biao said provocatively.
"I'm sorry, I don't want to do business with you.”
"What? Are you afraid that I won't be able to pay you, or are you simply not accurate and have a false reputation?”
"No, I never read fortunes for the dead.”Chen Ruohe returned.
"What? You said I'm going to die?" Sang Biao laughed a few times, and the two underlings behind him laughed as well.
"Looks like you still don't understand the situation.”
Sang Biao stood up and walked towards the counter, his face looking menacing.
"Brat, I'll say this today. Even if you don't want to, you have to read my fortune.”
"What if I refuse?" Chen Ruohe was not afraid at all, as if everything was under his control.
"Then you're dead meat today!”Sang Biao took out a pistol from his waist and pointed it at Chen Ruohe.
"Does it count?"
"Looks like you're here to find trouble." Chen Ruohe said.
"So what if you are? If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for offending someone you shouldn't have.”Sang Biao's gun was aimed at Chen Ruo He.
"Then shoot!" Chen Ruohe's eyes were filled with killing intent.
Sang Biao furrowed his brows. He had not expected the other party to say such a thing.
What was going on? Could it be that this guy wasn't afraid of death? How was that possible?
"Are you a coward, you bastard?”Chen Ruohe provoked.
" You…" Sang Biao was completely enraged by these words.
" Don't think that I don't dare to shoot…"
Before Sang Biao could finish his sentence, Chen Ruohe interrupted,""Then what are you waiting for? Drive!”
The two underlings behind Sang Biao were dumbfounded. The gun was clearly in their boss's hands, but why did it feel like this kid had the upper hand from their conversation?
Boss was completely suppressed by him.
"Then go to hell!" Sang Biao couldn't take it anymore. No one had ever dared to be so arrogant in front of him.
He pulled the trigger.
"Bang!" .
A head was blown off by a bullet, and blood splattered everywhere.
A corpse fell to the ground with a bang.
Sang Biao was dead.
Chen Ruohe stood in front of the counter safe and sound.
When Sang Biao's two underlings saw this scene, their expressions turned into one of terror, and their eyes widened like copper bells.
How…how was this possible?
They could clearly see that their boss's gun was aimed at Chen Ruohe.
Why was the bullet aimed at his boss after the gunshot?
Could it be that bullets could bend?
It was impossible.
Was there a ghost?
The yellow-haired guy and the big guy started to be afraid. They looked at Chen Ruohe strangely.
Was…was he still human?
How did he do it?
Chen Ruohe glared at the two hooligans coldly.
This gaze was filled with killing intent, scaring the yellow-haired man and the big guy so much that they trembled. This place was strange!
Now that their boss was dead, they only wanted to scatter like birds and beasts, turning around and fleeing.
Unexpectedly, just as the two of them reached the door, a few uniformed police officers pushed the door open and entered.
"Who called the police?" The one who asked was the leading policewoman.
When the two hooligans saw the police coming, they immediately hugged the police's thighs.
"Police uncle, you came at the right time. Save me…save me, he…he knows witchcraft.”Frightened, Goldie and the big guy pointed at Chen Ruohe, who was not far away, and shouted with tears and snot.
What…what was going on?
The policewoman was stunned.
He heard.
"I called the police." "Someone committed suicide in my shop," Chen Ruohe said.”
"It wasn't suicide…It wasn't suicide." The two hooligans shook their heads desperately and shouted in unison,"That gun was clearly aimed at him. After firing, he didn't die. In the end, he killed our boss. He must know witchcraft. Officer, you must uphold justice for us.”
The more the police officers heard, the more they felt that something was wrong.
Why did it sound like these guys came to seek revenge and were tricked by others, causing them to die?
"Cuff these two people back to the police station first.”the policewoman said.
" It's a misunderstanding, police. Why are you cuffing us? We're innocent. You've arrested the wrong person…"
"Cut the crap!"
The two police officers behind him immediately took action.
The two hooligans wanted to cry.
The policewoman walked in and saw a corpse lying on the ground with a pistol scattered beside it.
The person lying on the ground was extremely familiar. He was not the gang leader that the police had been looking for. Li Biao died.
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