The rain was still dripping, and in a café on the streets of Manhattan, the fiery waitress walked into the corner with a cup of coffee and said to a short, Eastern-faced man over there, "Hello, coffee for you." ”

The man raised his head and glanced at the waiter, frowned, and said in a cold voice: "I didn't get out of the way, let me go away......"

While talking, he stared at Ye Qiu, who was sitting by the window.

The waitress was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect that she didn't succeed in picking up two times today, and she was actually rejected by such a bad person, and she was an Oriental who succeeded as soon as she picked up in the past. Stunned, she continued: "Actually, I know that you Orientals hate New York...... In the same way, I hate New York. ”

The diminutive Oriental looked up, looked at the waitress with a cold face, and said, "I'm sorry, I love New York......"

Without waiting for the waitress to be stunned, the Oriental saw Ye Qiu standing up beside the bed, picked up his clothes and walked outside the coffee shop. And on the side of the road, a car is parked.

"Praise the Lord...... Created such a beautiful New York. The oriental man said suddenly, and stood up.

As soon as he said a word, the waitress suddenly nodded a little confused, and subconsciously nodded, only then did she see that the short Oriental man was holding a Bible in his hand, but it seemed to be the roughest and cheapest pirated Bible in the world, which was clear at a glance.

Thinking about it this way, this short Oriental is from China. Because it is said to be the largest piracy base in the world. In particular, the Bible that is widely circulated but very cheap in the rice market is also printed in China.

The waitress even saw some Taoist content on it again.

Hateful piracy.

Seeing the short man in the east also walking out, the waitress realized that this person might be with the handsome man just now. But the two of them didn't sit together, and it seems that such a guess is not right.

But when he heard this man say about the Lord, he subconsciously said: Praise the Lord.

"Well, praise the Lord. The short man's face was a little complicated, and he dropped a sentence that seemed a little sarcastic, and then walked outside as well.

The short man had just reached the door, but suddenly stopped. Because at this moment, a very tall and fat man, wearing a black trench coat, sunglasses, and a black hood, blocked in front of him.

The fat man holds a chicken leg in his left hand, a cigar in his right hand, and a large red diamond ring on his right index finger.

Looking down at the short man, the fat man grinned.

The short man smiled bitterly, then fell backwards, while the fat man followed him step by step.

It seems that the two have known each other for a long time, but just looking at the two of them without saying a word, but the short man is vigilant, you can see that the relationship between the two is not very harmonious.

"Since you're in New York, sit down and have a coffee. The short man stepped back into his place and glanced out of the window, a little helplessly.

It was dark outside the window, and from his position, it was no longer possible to see outside.

The fat man grinned and said, "Lao Tzu only likes to drink red wine, not coffee." As he spoke, he took out a chicken leg from his bosom, stuffed it into the short man's mouth, and said, "Come, Lao Tzu invites you to eat chicken legs." ”

In desperation, the short man had no choice but to take the chicken legs.

In this world, there are very few people who can eat this fat man's chicken legs. I don't know whether to say it's an honor or a helplessness.

Because the people he invited to eat chicken legs will either die. Or, just don't do anything and watch them do things quietly.

"The god of war is here too?" the short man asked, taking a bite of the drumstick.

Now that the fat man has appeared, he knows that he can't do anything about it today. So I had to sit down with peace of mind. What's more, where the fat man is, the god of war must be there. Both of them came forward, and if they were mixing, they would be looking for death.

Just drink coffee with this fat man here, drink red wine and eat chicken legs.

"God of War? He and the Dragon Maiden are watching the sunrise in Antarctica. The fat man grinned, and then said, "What are you Roman Bodhi people running out of here again?"

"Don't you already know, and you still have to ask me. The short man shook his head helplessly.

"Hey, hey. The fat man smiled innocently, took a bite of the chicken leg, and at the same time called the waitress just now and ordered a bottle of the most expensive chicken leg in the store.

Seeing the fat man eating chicken legs and smoking cigars as if no one was next to him, the waitress frowned in obvious disgust. This kind of guest is obviously not the kind of guest she likes. Fortunately, the fat man ordered the most expensive red wine, and her commission was indispensable, and her disgust was not so strong.

"Ah......h

The next moment, the waitress opened her mouth and shouted. I saw that there was a greasy big handprint on her upright buttocks, which was obviously slapped by the fat man just now when he turned around.

Someone ate tofu, and the waitress was obviously a little angry. But just as she was about to go back to seek justice, the short man obviously glared at her with murderous eyes, and said coldly, "Get out." ”

The waitress only felt a thrill all over her body, and she was so frightened that she left immediately, but at the same time, a term popped up in her mind: Huaxia Triad......

In the eyes of the waitress, these two people were triads that no one dared to provoke. was eaten tofu, and she didn't dare to say a word. She whispered these thoughts and encounters to the director. The director and the others were obviously wary of the fat and short men here, but no one dared to come and disturb them.

"Why don't I call one for you tonight?" said the short man, looking at the fat man.

"Lao Tzu needs a woman, and I still need your name. The fat man grinned and said, "Let's talk about a few things." First, you are not allowed to meddle in the affairs of the mandala this time. Second, Ye Qiu, as well as his business in Ninghai, you are not allowed to make up your mind. Third, if you want the Romance Council back, we will not interfere. However, mandalas cannot be added. ”

The short man smiled bitterly and said, "I can't be the master of this." ”

"Then go back and tell your master. The fat man's tone was cold, where was the honest look just now. At this moment, he slapped the chicken leg in his hand on the table and took another hard puff of his cigar. Then he spat the smoke from his mouth on the short man, and then continued, "The mandala has nothing to do with you Roman Bodhi anymore. If you want to integrate the mandala, don't blame the God of War and Lao Tzu, you're welcome. ”

The short man shook his head, took another bite of the chicken leg, and then put the chicken leg on the table, and said, "I'm afraid, the god of war and Lord Wolf Fang, you are not invincible." Are you doing this too much?"

The fat man cracked his mouth and smiled, and said, "Well, you can try to do it." ”

With that, he got up and stood up. Just as he was about to leave, he turned his head to look at the short man again, then pointed to the chicken leg on the table, and said, "Finish eating the chicken leg and go back." ”

The words fell, and the fat man had already strode outside.