Chapter 691: Chapter 13 Sumr, Swimsuit, Fireworks Festival! (Part 3)
“What are you looking at, ever seen a truce before?” Budman spat.
Gongsun Ce, for once, didn’t get angry but only marveled, “You’ve finally found a job that perfectly matches your intelligence… Just press a calculator to settle accounts, go ho once the ice storage is empty, what a genius idea, Brother Budman! As long as you can hold back from attacking custors, you can finish the work smoothly!”
“Fuck Demon, I don’t care about my performance today, I’m going to kill you!”
Gongsun Ce yelled at the top of his lungs, “Superpower User is attacking, hey! Any good Samaritans want to save ?”
Qiluo patted his shoulder, “Gongsun Ce, a good Samaritan has really co.”
“Oh?”
Gongsun Ce glanced to the side and saw three black-clad security guards sprinting toward him with fierce montum and expressions like malevolent spirits. It was just that their faces were all too familiar: a blondie, a crew-cut, and a big black guy. “Who the fuck is ssing up the plac—Good afternoon, Brother Demon!” “Are you out of your mind—Long ti no see, Brother Demon!” “Prepare to die—Holy shit, Demon!”
As the three security guards approached, they slamd on the brakes, racing to change their expressions. Qiluo took a closer look and said in surprise, “It’s the three who were burned by Kardesia last ti!”
The leader, Huang Qi, rubbed the back of his head and said with an embarrassed smile, “Yes, yes, long ti no see, Sister Qiluo…”
Qiluo smiled sweetly, “That’s right, the three gentlen who ca to catch last ti!”
The trio turned green with fear, and the crew-cut Ranger kept begging for rcy, “Sister Qiluo, you’re a magnanimous person, it was half a year ago, let’s not bring it up, okay…”
Gongsun Ce marveled at the gang’s acting skills. They had interacted for so many years, yet they could still put on a genuinely terrified face—truly skillful. Little did he know, the two old-tirs had been genuinely terrified of him during a fight three years ago. It wasn’t an act—they were genuinely afraid.
Budman cursed, “What the fuck kind of weaklings are you, acting all timid, and you call yourselves security guards?”
“Shut it, popsicle seller.”
“Spare the act, Budman. You’re no longer the second-in-command, no one listens to you.”
Huang Qi and Darkus responded with disdain, while Da Wu scratched his head, pondered for a mont, and said, “That’s not right, Brother Huang. Although Brother Budman has fallen now, isn’t he still the boss’s brother? In a few months, won’t he just beco the second-in-command again—Hey, why are you hitting , ouch, stop it!”
“Dammit Da Wu, why the hell are you yakking so much!”
“Are you the only smart one, huh? You think you’re so smart?!”
The two seniors grabbed the junior and gave him a good beating, and just by listening to these few sentences, Gongsun Ce figured out the internal situation of the Wing of Death. It seed Budman had successfully returned to his old organization, but as for his treatnt in the short term…
“Now are you cooking or watching the door, Budman?” Gongsun Ce said, reveling in the disaster, “Hope you’re not the receptionist now, are you?”
Budman sneered twice and glared at Demon, “Had your fun? Then piss off!”
“We haven’t even started yet, not even close.”
Gongsun Ce opened the freezer, grabbed a handful of ice pops, and cheerfully asked, “So, has the Wing of Death completely transford?”
“It’s called Black Feather Security Company now, taking orders for security work, even cooperating with the officials.” A voice sounded behind him, “Tis change, you have to make a living for your brothers.”
John Garcia was dressed in a suit, but still equipped with a chanical arm. He wasn’t wearing a mask, his deanor calm.
Gongsun Ce turned around, leaned on the freezer, and laughed, “The tis haven’t actually changed much, you’re the one who’s changed.”
“You’re right.”
John signaled the three security staff to disperse and nodded at Gongsun Ce, “Rare to et you, my treat.”
Gongsun Ce handed the ice pop to Qiluo and pinched out a small white coin, which he flicked with his thumb, flying into John’s hand.
“Not easy to co to terms with it. Wishing you a booming business, Brother John.”
“Blessed words.”
Gongsun Ce patted Qiluo’s shoulder and walked off into the distance with her. Budman took off his sunglasses, shouted, “Hey! Pass on a ssage to Rashamon for , didn’t get enough fighting last ti, co by if you’re free!”
“The lady is in the next room, go fight her yourself!”
Gongsun Ce waved his hand and disappeared into the crowd. Budman chuckled, then turned his head to see two figures sneaking around at the back of the convenience store, peeking in and out.
“Hey, hey, Shiyu Lin Wu, could this be the underworld’s secret code…”
“You’re wrong, it’s an invisible transaction, Dust Explosion! That coin contains intelligence, the payback Demon owes to the leader!”
“Have you gone stupid from watching too many movies, you pair of idiots.” Budman, for once, found a sense of intellectual superiority, “Get lost, don’t get in the way of my business.”
“Ha, ha, ha. Who else but acquaintances would co to your dump? Why is John wearing a suit in this heat, just like that Shiyu Lianyi. Isn’t he hot?”
As Dust Explosion, the woman wearing a one-piece swimsuit overlaid with an apparently hot maid hairband and armbands, spoke, John stared at her for three seconds, then decided to ignore this fool of a woman and continued minding his own proper business.
“Gongsun Ce, was that just now ‘a smile that wipes out all grievances’?”
“What grievances? Just because we were once adversaries doesn’t an we have to stay mortal enemies for life. After all, we’ve known each other for nearly ten years, it’s good to be able to change and live a new life.” Gongsun Ce opened a chocolate-banana flavored ice pop and put it in his mouth, “But about you, Qiluo, they had taken orders to kidnap you, don’t you have a few words for them?”
“That was half a year ago, I stopped caring long ago~”
Qiluo ate a matcha-flavored ice pop, speaking carelessly as she relished it.
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