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The Crest of the Wolf (Volume 4) Chapter 64: Fire (2)

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    Han Zhui saw off Namjoon and returned to the store, but he did not return to the auditorium immediately. Instead, he went to the bathroom first. Once a person drinks too much and is drunk, he will always have an inexplicable dependence on the bathroom.  , so Han Zhui's stay inside was not too short, and when he opened the door and walked out, the alcohol on his face had obviously faded a lot.

    However, when he returned to the private room where he had been drinking, he could not find Xiao Liu who should have been completely drunk. What was going on? Did someone take Xiao Liu away?  If Xiao Liu had been a girl, perhaps Han Zhui would have been more worried, but it was a pity that Xiao Liu was a boy.

    Then why did Xiaoliu disappear suddenly?  Could it be that he left without saying goodbye?  Not to mention that Xiao Liu was already drunk, no one could think of the reason why Xiao Liu wanted to leave.

    So what exactly is Xiaoliu?  Han Zhui didn't think about it for too long, just because he gave himself the only possibility. There weren't many places a drunk person could go.

    Han Zhui slowly picked up the teapot on the locker. The teapot was brought when the table was opened. It was naturally filled with hot water. However, after a few hours, the hot water inside had turned into  Cold water, as cold as ice, but for a person who is still half or six points drunk, how can he care about the temperature of the water?

    "GuluGulu" After pouring most of the pot of water on his back, Han Zhui breathed out heavily and put down the teapot in his hand. He rubbed his sleeves and wiped away the water around his mouth.

    A cigarette, a white soft-packed Marlboro, was on the table not far from Han Zhui. This was Namjoon's cigarette, because in Han Zhui's memory, only Namjoon was the only one who could smoke this kind of cigarette, and I don't know when.  More and more people are starting to smoke this kind of cigarette, and these people include Han Zhui himself.

    Smoke, the translucent white cigarette paper can vaguely see the light yellow tobacco wrapped in it under the bright light.

    Fire, yellow flames flashed on the cotton core surrounding the steel tank, and bright light spots like stars loomed in the misty smoke.

    Amidst the white and rich smoke and the choking and dry smell, Han Zhui squinted his eyes and silently looked at the white and spotless walls with his two thin lines of sight.

    At this moment, he returned to the awl that could kill anyone at any time, and the reason why he turned back into the awl was not to kill anyone, but just to capture the memories that were treasured in his mind.

    Memories are always beautiful, but reality is always cruel. Just when Han Zhui unconsciously wore that lazy smile and was immersed in those beautiful memories, the door behind him suddenly opened.

    "You're back." There are not many ways for a drunk person to wake up quickly, so his first reaction is that Xiao Liu is back after dealing with the alcohol in his body.

    But just as he turned around with a smile, he realized that not only was he wrong this time, but he was terribly wrong.

    The first thing Han Zhui saw was not a fist, but a fist that was so tight that it glowed with the color of steel.

    Of course, a fist is neither steel nor iron, but it is far more dangerous than steel, because steel has no consciousness and will not actively attack people, but a fist is different, because it is connected to a complex and complex heart.  Have a highly intelligent brain.

    The fist did not give Han Zhui time to react. Just the moment he turned his head, the huge and powerful fist came to Han Zhui's eyes.

    Being hit by such a fist would definitely cause a headache no matter who it hit, let alone Han Zhui who was still half drunk?

    But Han Zhui didn't have a headache, because the punch didn't hit him. Just when the fist was about to fall on his face, he quickly fell to the ground as if he was suddenly pushed down by someone. Of course, there was no such thing.  People push Han Zhui down, and the reason why Han Zhui falls is because he is Han Zhui.

    After landing on the ground and getting up, no one can describe how fast Han Zhui moved. It even felt weird as if he was twisting up from mid-air without making contact with the ground.

    Four people, four expressionless people dressed in black like statues. The moment Han Zhui saw the four people in front of him clearly, his heart sank, because his intuition told him that the person in front of him was  None of the four people is a soft persimmon, but in his current state, if he faces these four people at the same time, he has no chance of winning.

    But even so, he had no way out. The door to the room, which was not very spacious, had already been blocked by these four uninvited guests, so that not even a fly could fly out.

    In the state of being unable to advance or retreat, Han Zhui did not despair because of this. On the contrary, at this moment, he squinted and leisurely looked at the four people in the same attire in front of him.

    How did they get in?  It's not important, just becauseThey were right in front of Han Zhui at this moment, and Han Zhui also knew that once some people came, it would be difficult to send them away.

    Why did they come?  Han Zhui already knew the answer from the punch just now. This group of people obviously came to deal with him.

    But why should we deal with him?  This is a very difficult question to answer, because Han Zhui has offended so many people that he himself cannot remember whether there are a hundred or a thousand people who want to trouble him.

    However, he can be sure of one thing, that is, these people are definitely not from Fan Town, because during the month he came to Fan Town, he was too busy to offend anyone.

    But if these people are not from Fanzhen, how did they find him, and why do they have such a deep grudge against him and pursue him all the way to Fanzhen to cause trouble for him?

    In just a moment, Han Zhui thought a lot, and finally he seemed to have thought of something, and two needle-like rays of light suddenly shot out from his tiny eyes.

    "Wu asked you to come?"

    Han Zhui¡¯s sudden words made the four people at the door stunned. Obviously they did not expect that Han Zhui could guess so close in such a short period of time.

    What was even more unimaginable to them was that Han Zhui, who had been talking a second ago, actually rushed towards them like a bolt of lightning at the moment they were stunned.

    Han Zhui is a smart man, so he understands that the only thing he should do at this moment is not to figure out why these people in front of him are here, but to completely defeat these uninvited guests.

    "You soiled my floor." This was the only sentence the leading man in black heard after he recovered from the shock, and the next moment he fell on his back as if he could no longer hear the sound.  .

    The fist, which is reminiscent of lightning and a sharp weapon, slipped out and rose into a shadow that could not be captured by sight. Just one punch made the tall man in black lose consciousness.

    And when the three people standing at the door came to their senses from the incredible sight in front of them, Han Zhui also completely disappeared from their eyes.
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