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Attention those who have daughters! This article teaches you how to consider your future son-in-law...

"Received." Guard Xiaoxia interrupted contact.

"Pah!", a crisp slap sounded.

"Labour and management tell you to be more careful in your work, but you just don't listen? Look, the spare parts are scattered around!" Lao Du was furious!

But Xiao Geng, who had been slapped, stood there aggrievedly, not daring to say anything back.

"You little bastard is still not convinced, shall I? Alas!" Lao Du's eyes were red and he raised his thick palms.

"Lao Du! It's over!" Xiao Xia stopped Lao Du at the right time and looked at him with strange eyes. Because in his understanding, it was right for Lao Du to have a bad temper. But for this apprentice, he was extremely

He values ​​​​it. Although his words are usually harsh and a little mean, he will never take action.

At this time, the thin arm in the shadow stopped moving and made a downward movement with both arms.

Lao Du, on the other hand, seemed to have calmed down a little. He just shook off Xiao Xia's hand with a dark face.

"Abin, Brother Cai! Call it a day!" Xiao Xia called to the other two guards. Then, the three guards still acted in a vigilant manner, covering Lao Du and Xiao Geng, and got into a reinforced armored bank.

A black vehicle that looks like a cash transport truck.

After the vehicle was gone, a strange figure about 190cm high emerged from the shadow of the trees, with vaguely bat-like wings.

This strange figure, whose upper limbs were obviously longer than its lower limbs, stretched out its thin arms, and then raised them upward! It also made a gurgle in the direction of the vehicle; it seemed to be a strange laughter.

Lao Du in the car, who had calmed down a bit, seemed to be turbulent again. However, he couldn't find a reason for it. Therefore, the expression on his face was gloomy and terrifying, and it seemed as if thick black water was about to drip.

Pearl comes.

He didn't say a word, making the atmosphere in the car extremely dull.

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"Xiao Geng, where is Lao Du?" The obese person in charge, who was holding a thermos cup, was bored and prepared to get up and move around. After leaving the office, he thought of Xiao Xia's words, and the image of Lao Du appeared in his mind.

So, he was going to make fun of this hot-tempered subordinate because he admired the other person's rage but didn't dare to do anything to him; his expression was clearly filled with anger and he was gnashing his teeth.

Zhang Ziyou, the obese person in charge, was walking leisurely and leisurely when he saw Old Du Aitu, who was leaving the maintenance staff's lounge in a panic and aggrieved look. Xiao Geng, who usually didn't talk much and acted submissively.

"There is no way to be in a hurry. Where is your master?" Zhang Ziyou frowned.

"Zhang, Zhang Suo. Master, master is inside." Little Geng said with a slight stutter.

"What's wrong? Are you still angry? It's okay, let me persuade him." Zhang Ziyou said meaningfully. He couldn't wait to see the aggrieved look on his face.

"But, but." Little Geng was a little anxious and wanted to continue talking.

"Don't worry, I'm here!" However, before he could finish what he wanted to say, he was interrupted by Zhang Ziyou. The latter patted Xiao Geng's shoulder heavily with his fat palm. With an attitude that left no room for doubt.

, causing Xiao Geng to choke on the words he had never spoken.

"Actually, what I want to say is that there is something very wrong with today's master. Please don't recruit him." Xiao Geng looked at Zhang Ziyou's back worriedly and thought in his heart.

The helpless little Geng was about to leave, but he seemed to think of something again. So he gritted his teeth and stopped.

"Old Du, what is it that makes you so upset? Those scum of society don't do this kind of thing for a day or two." Zhang Ziyou walked into the lounge with a teasing tone, shaking his head. He

The greasy flesh on his face seemed to be dripping with oil, and it kept trembling with his movements.

However, what he saw was Lao Du sitting with his back to him under the bright light. Moreover, the latter gave Zhang Ziyou almost no response.

"Lao Du? Are you listening to me?" Seeing that the other party ignored him, Zhang Ziyou became interested. He began to put on leadership airs in an arrogant tone, and then used the topic to play off the topic.

"You Mazi, poke that bitch in the forehead!" Lao Du responded to Zhang Ziyou, but his tone was gloomy and scary.

"What did you say?" Zhang Ziyou was a little confused. For a moment, he couldn't come to his senses. But then, his face turned red with anger. Because his face was quite greasy, and his skin was pitted and textured.

Okay. So at first glance, it looks like a greased monkey’s butt.

Although he didn't understand what Lao Du said, the keywords such as You Mazi, mother, and b made him vaguely understand that Lao Du's words must be curse words.

Moreover, he knew that people who were dissatisfied with him secretly gave him the nickname Youmazi. It means that others can win or lose. But he must be so fat that he produces oil, oil and hemp!

Since no one dared to call him that in front of him, even though he knew through some channels how he was being arranged, he couldn't help it and could only treat it as ignorance.

But Lao Du, who usually put up with his job for the sake of his job, actually dared to call out the word Yau Pockmarked in front of him. Therefore, he was furious.

"Du Yi, say it again!" The wolfberry in Zhang Ziyou's thermos cup kept trembling.

"Don't you understand? What I'm saying is, you pockmarks are nothing but dirt!" Lao Du still didn't look back. He sat on the chair and observed carefully. He seemed to be wiping something. His tone became more gloomy.

"Bang!"

"Du Yi, you have taken the courage of a bear and a leopard!" Zhang Ziyou placed his beloved thermos cup heavily on the ground. The wolfberries scattered on the ground due to the huge kinetic energy.

"Yumazi, I, grass, mud, horse!" Lao Du responded to Zhang Ziyou word by word; he specially emphasized the tone of the national curse.

"Du Yi! I'm the one who's on you!" Zhang Ziyou angrily rushed towards Lao Du, who had his back turned to him from beginning to end. He stretched out his fat arms and pulled Lao Du over.

"!" However, what caught Zhang Zi's right eye was Lao Du's ferocious and twisted face.

"Crack!" There was a sound. Zhang Ziyou's fat body began to twitch slightly and regularly. His pupils also began to slowly enlarge. Under his body, a yellow hot and humid liquid began to meander and spread on the ground.

The reason why he behaved so badly was because there was a screwdriver that penetrated his lower jaw from bottom to top and had no handle.

"thump!"

"Master, Master?!" Xiao Geng, who did not leave but heard Zhang Ziyou's roar and tried to come over to break up the fight, was so frightened by what he saw that his legs weakened and he fell to the ground.
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