Facing the steward's nearly collapsed plea, Gao Zhuo finally raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Don't worry, I won't kill you!"

As he said this, Gao Zhuo let go of his hand.

But at the same time, three slender silver needles were clamped in the palm of the hand and aimed at the steward's head.

"Puff puff!"

Three silver needles penetrated the steward's head.

The steward's pupils tightened, and the fearful expression on his face gradually relaxed. With Gao Zhuo's finger slightly prodding, he stood up with a numb expression.

"Come on, come with me to meet our old owner."

Gao Zhuo urged the steward to go out.

"Hey, Xiao Zhou..."

The old man behind him was stunned for a second, and then he hurriedly called him to let him go out together.

However, before he could finish his sentence, when the old man saw the bloody murderous aura in Gao Zhuo's eyes, he immediately swallowed back half of what he said, his tongue seemed to be tied up, and he came out tremblingly.

Three words: "You walk slowly."

Early the next morning.

As soon as it dawned, the iron gate of Dashilan had already been opened. The shopkeepers on the street came out, removed the door panels, cleaned, and started a new day of life.

"Fourth child, why do I always feel like... something is wrong?"

The shopkeeper of the grocery store shook his neck and walked slowly downstairs, holding a purple clay pot in his hand.

When the waiter heard this, he scratched his head and said, "Yes, I always feel that there is something wrong with it."

After saying that, he patted his head: "Hey, by the way, why didn't you hear the morning training at the Hong Family Boxing Gym today??"

Being reminded by the waiter, the shopkeeper immediately stamped his foot: "Oh, yes, I hear them humming and haha ​​every day when they practice boxing in the morning, but today they suddenly stopped. I'm still a little used to it."

Normally, before dawn, the boxing gym has already started morning training. Therefore, the first thing the owners of several shops around the boxing gym do when they get up in the morning is to greet the eighteen generations of ancestors of the boxing gym.

Of course, I only dared to curse a few words in bed, after all, being a sandbag for others is not a cost-effective business.

It was rare that I got up early today, and suddenly I couldn't hear the usual sounds of boxing practice, which inevitably made these shopkeepers feel cursed.

"You pack it up and I'll go take a look."

Seeing that the door of the Hong Family Boxing Gym was still open, the shopkeeper walked up to the door with a precious purple clay pot in his hand. He wanted to see what the boxing gym was doing today. Why were they not training? Are everyone dead?

As a result, as soon as he walked to the door, a strong smell of blood came out. The shopkeeper looked at the boxer lying neatly on the ground in the yard, with the purple clay pot in his hand.

It fell to the ground with a "bang" sound.

The sound of the purple clay pot breaking caused the only steward standing in the courtyard to slowly turn around. He was covered in blood and holding a big knife in his hand. He bared his teeth and smiled at the shopkeeper: "Come to practice boxing, come in quickly.
Chapter completed!