On the other end of the phone, Taipingqiao Pier at night.

Because the warehouse was recently built, the vicinity of this dock was very lively. The machines roared, and the workers worked day and night, earning considerable overtime pay.

But this place is very remote. On the side of the road leading to the construction site, a "Chang'an Star" parked in the wasteland beside the road. Zhou Qingfeng just hung up Huangli's phone and looked indifferently at the two corpses on the ground and another living person.

Just a minute ago, a worn-out yellow "State" forced a stop to the "Chang'an Star". The "State" pulled the door open, and two fierce men jumped off, shouting loudly for Zhou Qingfeng to get off the car.

The man in front of him held a short gun and shouted: "Boss Zhou, brother, I want to borrow some money to spend money. You are so rich, you shouldn't care?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the golden shuttle flew out and directly blew the head of the man holding a gun in front of him.

The latter didn't expect the situation to change drastically, and rushed up with a ruler. Zhou Qingfeng pushed the door and got out of the car, entered the blade with his bare hands, and took it away with the sharpness of the machete, and cut open the enemy's throat with one hand.

The driver of the "face" just got off the bus and walked to the side of the road with great familiarity. Especially the warehouse construction site that was only more than 200 meters away, the lights were brightly lit and the sounds were loud. However, the distance was too far, as long as the sound was a little light, no one could hear it clearly.

"Hurry up, hurry up." The driver of the 'face' was not focused on Zhou Qingfeng. When he looked around and turned around, he found that his two companions were lying on the ground. One had a broken head and the other had only a layer of skin on his neck.

Blood flowed all over the ground.

Ah..., the driver screamed and turned around and ran away, trying to get into the car. But he was shocked to find that the car had turned off and the car key was pulled out.

Looking back, a small figure flapped its wings and flew to Zhou Qingfeng, shouting happily, "Master, Master, I have brought this guy's car key."

The car key fell into Zhou Qingfeng's hand, and he just glanced at it and threw it away. Huang Li called at this moment, and he hung up after saying a few words.

The driver of the "face" had already jumped out of the car and ran away quickly, but after a few steps, he was shot through the foot by the Jingjin Flying Shuttle. He hugged his legs on the ground and screamed, waved his hands repeatedly to beg for mercy but stuttered.

Zhou Qingfeng picked up the gun from the headshot corpse and found that it was a short tube with a strange shape, Hualongzao. This gun is very famous at the moment, and it is simply the standard for mainland gangsters. He sneered and asked, "Is this gun easy to use?"

The driver of the "face" just shook his head and waved his hand without saying anything, and he was so panicked. Zhou Qingfeng also shook his head and pulled the trigger at the other party. With a bang, the black powder bullet was insufficient, just like a heavy hammer hitting the driver of the "face"'s chest.

The other party was seriously injured and screamed, but he did not die.

"The bandits in this year are really rampant." Zhou Qingfeng sighed: "In the past six months, you are not the first to rob me, and I think you are not the last one. But when you meet me, just admit that you are unlucky."

The little fairy whistled, and a gap was opened in the warehouse built a hundred meters away, and seven or eight figures slowly walked out. They walked around the busy construction site, passed through the woods beside the dock, and arrived at Zhou Qingfeng.

The driver on the ground thought he was going to die, cursing Zhou Qingfeng loudly, shouting "I won't let him go if I'm a ghost." But when seven or eight figures appeared in front of him, the light of the headlights shone, his screaming voice rushed into the sky.

In the direction of the construction site, excavators roared. Several migrant workers hired saw the headlights more than 200 meters away and heard screams. They were placing their feet to watch, as if someone wanted to see what was going on.

The foreman immediately came out to stop drinking, "What are you doing? Don't want to get through?"

The movement was a little abnormal more than two hundred meters away, and the workers pointed and pointed. Some people recognized Zhou Qingfeng's "Chang'an Star".

But the foreman shouted angrily: "It's all about you, work honestly. Mr. Zhou had already told him that no one was allowed to approach the warehouse no matter what happened. Those who want to join in the fun will be fired immediately."

In front of the headlights of the "Chang'an Star", the skeletons passing through the woods are carrying the bodies on the ground.

Zhou Qingfeng sneered at the pale-faced driver: "I don't care where you come from? I don't care how you plan? As for if you want to become a ghost, ghosts have to listen to me."

The driver of the two skeletons came to carry the "face" and the guy was so weak that he had no strength to struggle. He could only cry loudly when he was seriously injured. The skeletons moved him and his body into the built warehouse and transported it into the garbage disposal space underground.

Glucose is not picky about food. As long as it is organic, it doesn’t matter whether it is alive or dead, it can eat it all.

Zhou Qingfeng kicked the blood on the ground with a layer of ashes with a few kicks, and threw the "Hualongzao" out for garbage recycling. He rushed to the warehouse for garbage recycling without taking it seriously.

Over the past few months, there have been many people who have been thinking about Zhou Qingfeng. They are bright and dark, black and white, and those who are dead and those who are desperate. Who made his biggest label be a big "coins"? Everyone thinks he is easy to bully.

However, Zhou Qingfeng is like an invisible black hole. Any monster that gets close will fall into it and will never come out. Nantou Township is even smaller, and many legends about him have long been circulated.

Tianyang City is bigger, with more monsters and monsters. Some people who come from other places even commit crimes across provinces, and they feel that it is rare to find a big fat sheep that can make a fuck. But this kind of person can't leave when they come, so they can be called "soil fertilizer".

The cry of the dying person came from the wind, and you could vaguely see some figures. Many migrant workers on the construction site put down their work and waited and watched with curiosity and fear. The foreman couldn't control himself, and even he wanted to know what was going on?

The 'Chang'an Star' first drove to the construction site. Zhou Qingfeng jumped out of the car, greeted the foreman a few times, and shouted proudly: "Thank you, thank you. Everyone has worked overtime. I have no reward, I will give you some late-night snacks."

The rear compartment of the car was opened, and the inside was filled with meat buns and soy milk in insulation buckets, which was still hot.

The foreman laughed and arranged for migrant workers to come to the midnight snack in batches, and at the same time thanked Mr. Zhou for his generosity. The iodine tungsten lamp on the construction site was clearly illuminated, and there were a lot of sputtering blood on the car door.

A young man took the meat bun and soy milk, turned around and whispered to his companion: "There is blood in the car. I just heard someone shouting for help. Is it dead? I also heard a bang, as if it was a shot."

The foreman was anxious and kicked Yantouqing down with one kick, whispering: "Do you want to die?"

The fallen young man Qing felt that he lost face and wanted to scold him when he jumped up. But his companions quickly pulled him away and quickly pulled him away.

The naughty head was far away and cursed unconvincedly: "Why are you trying to get me? Is it great to be a foreman?"

Among the companions, there was an older one who slapped him over and whispered after slapping, "Who do you think you are? Do you think you are in your village? Mr. Zhou is an ordinary person in such a big business? Can he be careless? The foreman is saving your life."

Zhou Qingfeng was still giving lunch snacks to every migrant worker not far away, laughing and laughing.

The naughty head green covered his face, glanced at him, and said unconvincedly: "It looks quite kind, why are you so afraid of him?"
Chapter completed!