"He doesn't deny it." The little old man denied it flatly.

"It doesn't matter if I don't or not." Zhang Yong said lightly, "But no, since he has encountered that matter, I can't run away."

"How much do I want to ask for?"

"Then please tell me how much my life is worth?"

"Who am I?"

"Over there, they call him Liu Heizai."

"Liu Heizai..."

"Buqiu is thinking wrong. His woman is in room 713. There are many brothers living next door. There is no benefit in resisting me."

"..."

The little old man remained silent.

The wrong side doesn't look that strong.

Is it possible that the wrong party is also prepared? Even if he attacks by surprise, he has no chance of winning.

The fact is, he was the one bullied by Zhang Yong.

The one who bullies is not as strong as he is.

If he was right, he would definitely not be wrong alone. He is not stupid.

He is now a persimmon who picks out weak people and has a clear target for bullying.

One is against Ye Wansheng, one is against that little old man, and one of them is Fang Muyu, Xia Lan and the others.

Very shameless.

But is it very effective?

I just tried to overcome the wrong recipe.

"name."

"Li Xueyi."

"The name he mentioned was Yue's own name."

"Why did I ask that?"

"He asked and I answered."

"He refused..."

The little old man is very tough-talking.

Then he saw Zhang Yong take out a dagger. It was sharp, cold, and gleaming.

Grit your teeth.

That bastard dared to threaten him?

I have seen greedy people, but I have never seen anyone so greedy. That bastard will die sooner or later because of greed.

"Kitaoka Taro."

"Write it to him."

"What?"

"Write my name eastward."

"I!"

Just do it, little old man.

Take out a pen and write your name on the letterhead.

Of course it's not Yue Wen. Bu Nao, except for the character "Gang" which is a bit special, the other three characters are clearly Chinese characters! They haven't changed at all.

"good."

"Kitaoka Taro does not deny my name."

Zhang Yong shook his head.

He remained calm and made no move.

But, the little old man's face doesn't look good.

"Do I understand Yue Wen?"

"I don't understand. But before he saw me writing my name, he thought about it for 0.001 seconds."

"What?"

"I hesitated. I hesitated to write my own name..."

"Whether his name is Taro Kitaoka, I seriously believe it or not!"

"Okay, he believed it."

Zhang Yong happily changed his tune.

In fact, he didn't see anything, so he just made a mistake.

It's not like that in spy dramas. The protagonist's observation skills are so perfect that even the smallest expression on the enemy's face will escape his eyes.

The protagonist speaks Yue Yu better than Yue himself. The protagonist’s marksmanship is beyond the reach of even Yan Shuangying. The protagonist flies over walls and picks leaves and flowers, rides a bicycle on a train, and rides a motorcycle to chase an airplane. There is no nuclear submarine in the East China Sea, and no A380 in the sky.

, that one is so cool. There are a bunch of Apaches behind it. That one is spectacular.

It turns out that when I got there, there was nothing.

Even the wrong party didn't get it wrong.

Just tell me whether the spy is a fool or not. Write your own name, please give me some ideas.

But thinking about it later, it seemed normal. In his previous life, when he was asked to write his name Zhang Yong, he would sometimes have a brain short-circuit and have to think for a few seconds.

Of course, those are not important.

Is the point...
Chapter completed!