He grew even more afraid for a mont.
"It’s the mission." Old Tian ignored the trembling Oil Rat and nodded, saying, "In the space-ti mission, it’s stipulated that he must be killed within 15 days, and four days have already passed.
And if I kill him, I can return."
"That’s perfect, it fits the plan." Zhang Feng turned left, "You complete the mission, I’ll take care of the loose ends."
"Alright!" Old Tian smiled and pulled out a steel pipe from under his seat.
At the sa ti.
Five kiloters away.
At a rundown small factory.
An enclosure surrounded the factory, inside which were three parked cars, and beside them, so oil barrels and hoses.
Inside the factory.
The area was quite open, with only a large table set inside, along with several sofas.
At this mont, beside the large table.
A bald man with a shiny head was looking at a sturdy big fellow opposite him, who was eating skewers.
"Hey, big brother, are you sure soone’s coming to kill ?"
The man with the shiny head was Brother Qi.
"Absolutely sure." The big fellow didn’t reveal his identity to Brother Qi, instead he replied while eating and drinking voraciously, "Also, you guys shouldn’t be drinking for the next few days to avoid getting drunk and causing trouble."
"I think you’re just here for a free al, aren’t you?" Brother Qi scolded him, irritated by his voracious way of eating and drinking, "It’s been a whole day, where’s this person you ntioned?"
Despite his scolding, Brother Qi dared not make a move, even though he had six underlings standing behind him.
Because just yesterday, when the big fellow found him, he knocked them all down with his bare hands.
So even though Brother Qi didn’t believe the talk of ’soone out to kill him’, he decided to endure for now to avoid further beatings.
Anyway, the underlings outside were still out working tonight.
At least the business wasn’t interrupted.
"Don’t worry."
At this mont, the big fellow, satiated, lit a cigarette, propped his legs on a chair, completely ignoring the six thugs around him,
"When I say they’re coming, they’re definitely coming, because their mission is to kill you.
And I enjoy the thrill, so I took the internal confrontation mission.
As for what the mission is, and what the hall is.
Even if I explained it, you wouldn’t understand, so don’t ask."
"I couldn’t care less about missions!" Brother Qi looked down at the big fellow, "I only care about the person you ntioned now.
Where is he?
I can’t stay here all day."
As Brother Qi said this, he started to doubt the big fellow’s words, suspecting the big fellow was just ssing with them due to his superior skills.
Because whatever missions and whatever hall.
He had never heard of them.
It sounded like nonsense.
However, to avoid a beating.
Brother Qi again suppressed his usual bad temper and started to negotiate, "Big brother, if we’ve offended you, or accidentally touched soone during our work, just give us a clear answer on what to do.
But keeping us held here constantly isn’t good, is it?
We may not be able to fight you barehanded, but the brothers..."
He looked at the thugs behind him.
The thugs were all holding knives, looking nacing and fierce.
"Talking to fools like you is exhausting!" The big fellow cursed outright, "The reason you’ve not run into trouble yet is because I ca here last night and advised you against going out for work.
Otherwise, if you had encountered my peer on the rainy day, I doubt you’d be here complaining to now.
Also."
The big fellow slowly stood up, "You should be glad I found you first, not him finding you."
’What the hell? Who exactly are you talking about?’ Brother Qi was dizzy from his words, even growing angry.
anwhile.
A hundred ters away.
Facing the factory gate slantwise.
Woosh—
A truck stopped.
Zhang Feng raised his hand, signaling Old Tian to stand up, then opened the back seat under Oil Rat’s fearful gaze and took out a pistol inside.
’He actually has a gun! Who did I offend...’ Oil Rat’s eyes darted wildly, feeling dood.
"A gun? Hall item?" Old Tian was startled at first, then looked at Zhang Feng quizzically, "Old Brother Zhang, didn’t you say you’re from the Hall of Law?
But why do you have an item from our hall?"
In Old Tian’s view.
The gun was still an item from their Hall of Space-Ti, even with its original attributes visible.
[Item: Xixingde’s Recovery Pistol Type 2]
[Level: 2]
[Quality: Epic ]
[Special Effect: Recovery]
[Recovery: 1 bullet/minute, until the clip is full]
Luxe, minimalistic, with a faint murderous vibe in the pale yellow glow, just like their Hall of Space-Ti’s item description.
These descriptions, along with the dark golden legendary glow, floated over the firearm’s surface.
Zhang Feng couldn’t see them, only so crude text.
But Old Tian took one glance, unable to peel his eyes away from the dazzling dark golden glow.
’Isn’t it supposed to be altered by the text? How can he still see it?’ As Zhang Feng watched Old Tian staring at the gun, he noticed an extra line in his visual text.
[Conceal Hall of Space-Ti item attributes, yes/no]
Zhang Feng saw this option for the first ti and selected no.
Then Old Tian looked towards Zhang Feng.
Zhang Feng selected yes again.
Old Tian, blinded by the golden glow, turned to stare at the gun again.
Zhang Feng found it amusing and chose no again.
After waiting a few seconds without seeing the dazzling epic special effects, Old Tian turned a suspicious gaze toward Zhang Feng, "Old Brother Zhang, can you also see the attributes of our Hall of Space-Ti items?
Or are you deceiving ?
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