"Your organization must be very short of manpower, otherwise Ou Shilei will be exposed and sent her to Jiangcheng to perform missions again. You should be a big shot in the organization. Maybe you are the Beijing Film Academy. Don't refuse to admit it. The last time, the wooden token you gave me was the Beijing Film Academy Order. Oh, I suddenly understood, do you want to develop me to become a member of your organization?" I showed a sudden enlightenment.

After I got the token, I took it to my elder brother. My elder brother and I guessed for a long time why the middle-aged man in front of me would give me a token for no reason. At that time, I didn’t think about the middle-aged man trying to develop himself into the Beijing Film Academy organization.

In my imagination, the Beijing Film Academy is a mysterious organization. I am a little silk. I may be able to see others' eyes. But at this moment, I suddenly realized that the Beijing Film Academy seems to be short of people. The middle-aged man in front of me gave me a Beijing Film Academy order. Maybe I really want to develop myself into a member of their organization.

"Damn, he is interested in his own point?" I thought to myself.

"Whether our Beijing Film Academy lacks manpower, what does it have to do with your current life and death?" asked the middle-aged man.

"Of course it's related. Song Jia is Kong Zhigao's Qichai. What would you do if you were Kong Zhigao?" I asked the middle-aged man, and suddenly discovered the weakness of the Beijing Film Academy organization, and I gradually regained my initiative.

"Is this more important? It will definitely be hidden so that no one can find it." said the middle-aged man.

"Smart, Kong Zhigao must think so too. He is an old detective. He wants to hide someone in such a huge China or even the world. It can be said that even if the government wants to find it, it is not easy, let alone us, right?" I said at the middle-aged man.

"Just say whatever you want to say." The middle-aged man asked me with his eyes slightly narrowed.

"I am willing to join your organization and I am willing to find Song Jia for you, but I have a request." I said.

The middle-aged man may not have expected me to say this, and did not speak for a while, but looked me up and down with his eyes.

I was a little embarrassed by his eyes and said, "I found Song Jia for the organization. Is it too much to make a request? Why are you looking at me like this?"

"Hmph, do you think the Beiying Assassination Group can enter with a dog or a cat?" The middle-aged man showed a very disdainful expression on his face.

I curled my lips and secretly complained to myself: "Your uncle."

"If you think Song Jia is easy to find, then you can send someone to find it yourself. Humph, if I am Agou and Amao, I don't know if it was the one who forced me to have a back gesture." I glanced at the middle-aged man and said.

"You are looking for death." The dagger in the middle-aged man's hand pressed directly against my throat, and the blade had cut my skin.

"I'm not seeking death, I'm just saying a fact. Didn't you force the Beiying Order to me?" The moment the knife was pressed against my neck, my heart raised, saying that I was not afraid is nonsense, but if I was scared to the point of being pale now, it can only prove my incompetence. For the Beiying Assassination Group, incompetent people have basically no value.

I held on my shoulders, and many life-and-death experiences can make me feel as if I were to die for a short time: "When my brother waved his hand, Fatty Huang and Zhao Kangde were both instantly wiped out. The last time, without my help, you might not have been able to ruin Zhao Jianguo so smoothly." I also snorted coldly and said.

"A blind cat hits a dead mouse and has a face to show off. This way, if you are not starved or thirsty, then I will accept you as a member of the Beiying Assassination Group. The meeting ceremony will be Song Jia." said the middle-aged man.

"What does it mean?" I blinked, not knowing what he meant.

"You guessed that, the Beiying Assassination Group has had some problems in recent years. It is indeed scarce to have talents. Otherwise, the leader of the group would not need to be intimate when dealing with you as a minion." said the middle-aged man.

Hearing the three words of the leader of the group, I blinked and stared at the middle-aged man in front of me and asked, "Are you Beijing Film Academy?"

"Why, don't it look like it?" he asked back.

"It's so fucking different. You're so ordinary that I won't even look at you again if I throw you into the crowd." I deliberately attacked Beijing Film Academy.

"Hmph!" The middle-aged man naturally heard that I was sarcastic about him being ugly, but he didn't care: "We have a small number of people in recent years, but it's better to have nothing than to be abusive. Your last performance has reached the most basic condition for joining our Beiying Assassination Group, but it's not that easy to officially become a member of ours. If you can leave here alive and find Song Jia again, I will approve you to become a formal member of the Beiying Assassination Group and hand over the authority to control Kong Zhigao to you." The middle-aged man gave me a condition that I could not refuse at all.

I originally thought I was in danger this time, but I didn't expect that the turn of things would turn, so I stared at the middle-aged man and asked Yan: "What do you mean?"

"Didn't you hear it clearly just now? Then I'll say it again." The middle-aged man said the conditions to me again.

"Leave this mountain temple without eating or drinking." I blinked and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Haha!" Kong Zhigao smiled, then took out his cell phone from me, turned around and walked outside the mountain temple.

"Hey, don't leave. You haven't untie the tape on your hands and feet for me." I shouted loudly, but the middle-aged man didn't respond at all. He walked out of the temple without looking back and disappeared.

I widened my eyes and was stunned for more than ten seconds before I fully realized, Sister Ni, this is about to starve me to death and thirst.

"Hey, untie the tape and leave before leaving! Hey..." I began to shout loudly, but unfortunately there was no response outside the temple except the howling north wind. I guess the middle-aged man had left.

"Baby, a beast raised by a bitch..." I cursed everything I could think of, and stopped until I was dry and my mouth was dry.

Suddenly I realized that I had made a big mistake and shouldn't be scolded by middle-aged men at all, because it was just a waste of saliva, and saliva is very important to me now.
Chapter completed!